My Beliefs, Your Beliefs, in a Sensation-Driven Reality

Beliefs full spectrum polarisation

When my day-to-day mental processing is highly refined and powered by emotions, regardless of the belief system I hold onto (‘I don’t believe’ is also a belief system with its own set of emotions), I live in a Sensation-Driven Reality. My life revolves around these sweet and sour stories picked up from my environment and carried along, which become a part of my identity.

To suggest disbelief is any less significant than belief, or the other way around, would be foolish. Any act of counter-belief empowerment pressing on my senses also affects me just as much as pro-belief empowerment. All that has occurred is I’ve reversed the direction of an overwhelming feeling that is part of the same pendulum. In these swings, I build up my superior non-believing feelings on the one side, which means I now look down on you, the firm believer who is apparently the only one stuck in dirty 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. This means that one person’s right way empowerment is also another person’s wrong way empowerment. But you’ll never convince a non-believer that they have their rigid beliefs.

Belief is not only boxed into religions and philosophies, etc., as I once knew it to be. The word now covers any area of thought that turns into highly valued stories, thereby producing strong emotions or feelings out of a sense of meaning in a way of life. This includes 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 points to an old roll of Immortal stories (stories of immortality) in an attempt to reinforce an ancient concept of life as fact. These recordings of experiences both ‘real’ and ‘so-called’ that made it through the ages still produce a sense of security, comfort, and longevity in people’s pleasure centres.

In short, memories from our upline got handed down with little refinements and tweaks made each step of the way to keep hope alive and under control. Hope has no doubt been the number one thought commodity traded here on Earth. How? This church ran its course and broke into two parts, and those new churches split into more down the pipe. Why? Because of an endless power struggle. Ultimately, religion and tradition kept the order, and the people within each group maintained a particular way and style of living for as long as they could, thus keeping the wheels of their reality well-oiled until another shake-up would take place in that world of power gripping.

My hope is that one day I’ll look into the nature of belief and understand it better. What more fitting place to put my hopes and beliefs, potent aspects that controls life, but into the nature of belief itself.

What keeps traditional belief systems alive?

It’s this funny thing we call faith that is packed full of meaning. Think of it as a supercharged version of hope, or something that is more likely to manifest.

Built into people are these longings for wanting to be more than what we are by looking for greater guidance and answers, thus 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 expose a stronger link so that we can 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 knew which buttons to press to keep everything operating as nicely as possible. And we’ll probably do the same for those down the track. It’s whatever is needed to keep the family and society operating at an optimal level.

What sort of satisfaction comes from religious ideals?

Describing Heaven or some sort of fruitful thing; i.e., an existence with less physical labour and more space and energy 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 this life, thus hoping to cash in at the end of my reality when I finally become more than what I am in the next world. In other words, if there’s any inner experiencer left beyond death, a reconstitution or reanimation of sorts, I want to have a greater choice in the matter of what goes on.

At the right dose, believing helps my world go round.

What Else Could ‘Faith’ Be?

What could it be? Other than immense feelings of desired symmetry and more control between the inner and outer worlds?

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, including certain types of people and objects. 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 cause’, 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 has been captured by my 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 thoughts take over and the ‘forgotten sweet’ has to restart the cycle inside the mind’s incubation chamber again. That’s basically how I see the process today, as I gain faith and lose faith on a continuous rollercoaster ride.