the rim of life

yesterday was the death of a friend, today a new found confidence for a journey that is about to commence. Life and death are so closely related, they could virtually be the same thing and why not, since everything is everything.
So again the rebirth of a new Ego born unto me. Alter egos help me deal with certain facets of my self and this time, I'm choosing one with a positive outlook on life, one that wants to choose the good over the bad, one whos for willing to take tisks that will manifest in good, the good.
I'm reading a book about the Original teachings of Jesus Christ. I've always been fascinated by religion and spirituality and this book takes all mystical knowledge and breaks it down. The fundumental truth is: There is only one truth, and thats God. Know Him and you'll know everything you need to know. Is it that easy? I think so, I'm looking and reading the Bible differently, with a sense of curiosity rather than through a judgemental lens. I'm seeing that all religions are based on the same truth. This revelation gives me a sense of freedom on how I will seek God. God is real

demise of an Ego

Egocentric, egoism, egomania...never been one to be at the mercy of mine but the world seems to operate on strictly these terms. The bigger the better, the bitchier the better, the louder the better, and this thing just gets fed, becoming an orgasm of self righteousness and self importance. Well this is my shrine to my own ego, my friends egos and anybody else whose ego will bump into mine. Sometimes I'll refer to the ego in the nicest terms but in essence, all egos need deliverance and I dont mean it in saintly puritical terms but it needs to be reminded that its the lowliest creature that blinds us to who we really are: Greatness beyond measure. It binds us to the material.

My musings will be about my life, my aspirations. I'm not crazy about anything in particular, except writing, and I've had to come to terms with the fact that I cant be a closet writer. If you want to write, just do it, find a piece of paper, a blog, a notebook but just do it because its my soul that humgers for this outlet.
So shall I name my ego: yes, Greg, its male, trapped in the delicious wrappings of a female. Greg and I have been friends since I was a teenager. Greg came into my life as a shield from my shyness, and Greg gradually took over like any ego, demissing me completely sometimes in search of Gregs own wants...greedy I tell you, but sometimes the mother of necessity! I'll spot my ego moments in all my musings, so lap up all the lashings from me and Greg.