Fate Destiny and Reality

I am given control, I have dominion and lordship, I create my perception of reality. We have the liberty to interpret reality. It is common for people to share experience and yet see differently what actually happened. Perception is for teaching, it presses against me soliciting my attention so that I might learn something, something about myself. It would teach me objectivity and humility, how I can be my best self, but I choose the lessons that I learn. These lessons create how I consider myself and they also create my person that others see. Reality. I project this reality and organize life by the rules it creates. It is only real and its value is subjective.

Reality and fate share the same line but reality is independent of fate. It is our perception of reality that gives us our fate. We direct reality to form and fit our preconceptions. We then point to what is real as proof of what we have designed and that is all it proves. This is an example of the misuse or abuse of perception. It is how we create false-fates or dead ends because it separates us from destiny. Destiny is indifferent to fate, its patience is omnipotent. Destiny gives us our appointment in reality but there is no obligation to keep it, only incentive.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012

Self Control

Isolating control, identifying my creator, the person who made me how I am. Shrouded by emotion, determination, accusation, and accumulation there is a collector. There is the architect of self who manufactures a person. Behaviors, attitudes, disposition and personality are all discretionary. I create the person the world knows me to be. There is a who of me and I can be this person, choosing instead to form my person to resemble my soul. My existence, independent of the unnecessary characteristics created as I pretended not to have a soul. Something more durable than flesh. For the soul to live, as flesh, I must accept it as my self. My soul can disassemble, who I am not, revealing who I am and how it is intended for me to be. All of the secrets of existence are known by the soul and the soul longs to share them, first with me, and then with the world.

Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012