My Beliefs, Your Beliefs, in a Sensation Driven Reality
To suggest disbelief is any less significant than belief or the other way around, it would be foolish. Any act of counter-belief pressing on my senses also affects me just as much as pro-belief. All I’ve simply done is turned the direction on an overwhelming feeling that is a part of the same pendulum. Therefore, in these swings, I build up my superior non-believing feelings on the one side (let’s call it psycho-kinetic energy), which means I now look down on you, 👇 the firm believer who is apparently the only one stuck in dogma.
To ‘believe’ or be ‘against believing’ is the full spectrum of belief that covers the negatively charged thoughts objecting to the positively charged thoughts of an opposing system, as well as vice versa from the opposite perspective. Clearly, one man’s right way is also another man’s wrong way.
When my general day-to-day mental processing is highly refined (regardless of the belief system I hold onto), I live in a Sensation Driven or Based Reality. Which means, my life revolves around the sweet & sour stories that I’ve somehow picked up from my environment and carried along as a part of my new identity. Belief is not only boxed into religions and philosophies, etc., as I once knew. The word now covers any area of thought that produces strong emotions or feelings out of ‘meaning’ in a way of life, so to speak. Including my worship of science and technology as the Almighty God of Gods of this world.
But from what I know in the traditional sense, belief instead points to an old roll of immortal stories (stories of immortality) in an attempt to reinforce an ancient concept of life as fact (allegedly). These records (or allegations) that made it thru the ages produce a sense of security, comfort and longevity in someone’s overall pleasure.
In short, memories from the upline got handed down with refinements made each step of the way. This church broke into two parts, and those churches then split into more down the pipe. Why? For ongoing power, of course. Religion and tradition kept the order, and the people within this group maintained a particular way and behaviour for as long as they could, thus keeping the wheels of their reality well-oiled.
What keeps traditional belief systems alive?
Faith. Built into people are these longings for wanting to be more than what we are by looking for greater guidance. Implying, a connectedness to forces outside the body. However, some of us seem to experience this longing more so than others, and we look for more patterns and symmetry between the inner and outer worlds to achieve a stronger link and fulfil ourselves.
In terms of religion applied to the masses, a powerful satisfaction gets drawn out of a strong-body of ideals transmitted by the generations before us. Our upline simply knew which buttons to press.
What satisfaction comes from religious ideals in particular?
Describing Heaven or some sort of fruitful thing, i.e., an existence with less physical labour and more space to indulge, and inserting myself in the middle of the picture, is to inflate my reality into more than what it is. I envision a leading role in a desirable movie that I aim for in reality, thus hoping to cash in at the end of my reality when I finally become more than what I am. In other words, if there’s anything beyond my death, I want to have a greater choice in the matter.
At the right dose, I see that inflation helps our world go round.
What Else Could ‘Faith’ Be? Other Than, an Immense Feeling of Desired Symmetry Between the Inner & Outer Worlds…
Who knows… Perhaps this ‘faith’ business I still often taste and hold onto is nothing more than my attachment to the idea of a life guided towards abundant energy and luxurious space by dissolving the unwanted things in between. In other words, I aim to get more energy and space than I have right now by following the generational transmissions on their interpretation of ‘good’ which is apparently fuel for safe passage to this place called Heaven.
I am guided to the fruits by something greater than myself, says my idea which is entangled in faith.
Or put another way, whenever a hint of faith arose, I’d jump at it holding onto the responding thoughts, converting as much psychological reward as possible. Because once the ideas kick-off in my mind, they’re gratifying, regardless of what’s actually ahead or about to occur.
Well, at least until the sour one’s takeover and the ‘forgotten sweet’ has to restart inside the mind’s incubation chamber again. That’s how I basically see the process today, which could always change tomorrow.