Imagine

Imagine if you will, a language all your own; shared perhaps only with a sibling or other close relative. Imagine its real, that a complete method of communication was born unto you, encoded in your very dna. Inextinguishable, and yet chosen by you, to be ignored for the period of your earthly existence. To what end should we deny our inheritance? To forsake the clearest version of the truth we will ever encounter on Earth? To the end of ignorance. To the blissfull not-knowing why we are suffering. To knowing only of the impermanence of its many states; that they will pass... in time for us to create them again.
Imagine being so tired of feeling guilty and paranoid and not feeling able to stop. As if someone or something or things were more in control of your brain chemistry than you were. as if something outside yourself, not coming into contact with you, actually had more power over the stuff inside you than you did. Would you not have to have given them that power? Nothing I remember in the wedding vowes said anything about relinquishing self control. But a total loss of self, or a reduction of it to a tortured being, naked to the affect of fear, is what appears to have happened.

Do you understand me Jim? is ther anything else more worthy of your time?