"Specialness"
Experience from a birthday yesterday. It was sad. I know that is not from God. Sadness or birthdays. I know the world told me the day was "special" but I saw through it. I had deleted Facebook a few weeks back. And I saw the "special" day for what it really was. Just another day. Nobody knows who I am. My family don't much appreciate that I sided with God and not all their fear and guilt, the condemnation and unbelief in Him, made them see me differently. I knew that was coming. The book states as much. I received no texts, no phone calls and I did not make any either. My "birth" meant nothing, not even to me.
The ego began it's attack. "Look at what God did to you, left you tired and alone. Working 5-10 hours a week at a smoothie shop. They don't even value you. Look at how you live. In filth with death. Keeping things alive that do not want it. Living with no value, no things, no bodies around you. You teach hallucinations on an "internet". Look at what GOD did to you."
I wept. I know the truth. I worship death. I pray to it more than anything and my only relief is when this thing is tearing me up and I teach. Sometimes consciousness comes to hear, on good sessions (I don't have anything else going on so I teach for an hour 2 times a day, sometimes 3, just going through the book, page by page) I do my best to not even look at the camera but when the chapter is done, there is always 0-8 people watching. I know I'm teaching myself and hallucinations but who cares? The lady who had been up for 40 hours smoking crack invited me out last night, that was sweet and I politely declined. I know trouble when I see it and I saw the contradiction. I can't want what the ego wants. Her animals are starving and I did everything I could to get them a bag of food this morning. I'm so stoic and special.
I'm just having a memory of a "special" day that showed me it wasn't. Just like everything the ego makes special.
I still want love from my brothers and sisters who KNOW Christ inside of them, right now. That could never be a big ask, should I learn how to stop worshipping death.