The Split

We used to be complete, a fully integrated being where spirit, soul and body were one.

No division existed within us that we might be able to experience inner obstruction.

Instead, we operated as one manifestation of energy, pure and undefiled.

Then the big change came.

We created a division within us.

The split was caused by a decision we took in the realm governed by the principle of dualism.

Our decision was to choose for the other side of the coin.

We doubted Truth in our spirit and believed in the suggestion which reached us through the physical ears of our body.

In the beginning we were created as one.

We believed in the One who created us and we existed as His extension.

We lived in faith and trust in YHWH.

But since we dwelled in a realm which manifested the principle of dualism, there was a potential for our original faith to be reversed.

We activated that potential through a choice we made.

The other side of the coin of faith was disbelief, doubt, or, negative faith.

The moment we chose to identify with doubting our Creator was the moment when we were split.

Our identity shifted from YHWH to the lie and the force which held up the lie as truth, evil.

The split caused an internal division within us.

Our spirit, soul and body used to be fully integrated into one complete entity.

Yet when we chose to separate ourselves from our Creator, our body was split from our spirit just as our spirit was split from our Creator's Spirit.

Unity was replaced by division.

Our body used to be an extension of our spirit, a manifestation of energy on the physical level.

Because our body was fully integrated with the spirit it could adapt its manifestation.

This meant that our body, manifesting in a physical form, had the potential to alter its energy manifestation so that it could be transformed into a spiritual body if the spirit would issue the command to do so.

Before the split our body was a manifestation and vehicle of our spirit, fully integrated with it.

After the split, our body became a manifestation of our environment and the force acting through that environment.

As the body became a manifestation of our environment instead of an extension of the spirit, it found itself stuck in the limited bandwidth of the environment of the physical creation.

Just as our spirit was split from our Creator due to our decision to separate from Him,  our body was split from our spirit as it had become a vehicle for the manifestation of the force on the other side of the dualism coin, evil.

The result was that we were left with a spirit trapped in the physical bandwidth of the body.

The body now became like an outer, separate shell to the spirit.

It no longer was an extension of the spirit, but it stood in contrast with it.

When we separated ourselves from our Creator through doubt, our spirit died.

As it separated itself from YHWH it fell into a container of flesh, the physical body.

The physical body kept our spirit on the level of the bandwidth of the physical creation for a limited time, until the designated time that our body would release its energy back into the environment, thus relinquishing our spirit to fall into the dimension of Sheol, the realm of the dead.

It could not return to YHWH since it existed in a state of separation from YHWH.

Even after our spirit was cut off from the Creator's Spirit when we chose to disbelieve Him by believing in the lie, it still retained a knowledge of good.

This knowledge of good contrasts with the result of the choice we made where our body now manifested the knowledge of evil.

And so, our soul being part of both the spirit and the body received two contrasting information streams, one of good, and one standing in direct opposition to good, evil.

After the choice, our mind was split into two mutually exclusive minds manifesting themselves to us in the soul.

We became schizophrenic, internally divided into two personalities, one wanting to do good and return in faith and obedience to our Creator, the other seeking to rebel against our Creator and do evil.

Both minds operate in an opposite flow, one from the inside out, the other from the outside in.

Before the split, our physical body was an extension of our spirit, an interface of the spirit with the physical dimension.

After the split caused by the choice to cut ourselves loose from our Creator, our spirit fell into a body locked into the bandwidth of the physical dimension.

Since the body did no longer function as an extension of the spirit, it was split from our spirit.

The split did not occur in the sense that our spirit moved out of our body, but it manifested in the form of an internal struggle of forces.

Because the body was split from the spirit, it fell under the laws governing the physical realm where everything has a beginning and an end.

In other words: we began to die.

After the choice, our body suddenly turned into a prison.

The spirit became a prisoner of a body stuck in the physical creation, a body which was unable to allow its energy to be transformed from the physical into the spiritual.

It was stuck in the limitation of the bandwidth of the physical creation on the wrong side of the coin, unable to be transformed through a command issued by the spirit, which could receive such a command from YHWH's Spirit.

Because the spirit no longer was connected to YHWH as it was before the split it now had to observe YHWH through the bars of the prison.

From the original split many other splits followed in its wake.

The decision to perpetuate the legacy of doubt caused the nation of Israel to split from one nation into two houses.

Persisting in rebellion against YHWH, thus extending the legacy of doubt, caused both houses to be split from their geographical location.

Sin caused the split within David's family, just as we split our own families if we persist in perpetuating the legacy of rebellion.

YHWH restores and brings one-ness.

Yet rebellion against Him makes us extensions of the force of evil which brings endless division.

Like a small crack growing into a huge tree of cracks which eventually will destroy the entire structure.

We all have inherited the consequences of the first choice, and for a season we all walk in the perpetuation of this legacy.

Yet YHWH has given us an opportunity to make a new choice, one which we do not inherit, for it cannot be inherited.

It's a choice which each individual must make, and it provides us with the opportunity to either repeat the first wrong choice of our ancestors, or to depart from their choice and make the choice to believe where they doubted.

This second choice can bring us a spirit which is reconnected to YHWH, a revived spirit which will not see the realm of the dead, Sheol.

This revived spirit transforms us, leading our soul out of the dream theater of the damned back into the real life of the spirit.

In the end even our physical bodies will be restored and they will no longer will trapped in the bandwidth of the physical creation.

Yahshua is the Man who carried YHWH's Spirit into the theater of the damned so that we might be able to choose to latch on to that Spirit in faith, and be restored to life.
Yahshua draws us out of the lie of the dream back into the real life of the spirit.
All we have to do is to choose to believe and trust Him.

Our restoration comes at a price: as embodiments of truth we come to stand in sharp contrast with the lie of the theater.
We become the odd-balls, the misfits, the ones who obstruct the motion of the big wheel of lies, and the forces which work in service of the lie will do their best to make us pay, in some cases even with our own blood.

But, even though they may go as far as to destroy the costumes we wear, they cannot steal our new life away from us.

The Theater

"Come and see, and be part of the play of life tonight!"

Conveniently forgetting how curiosity killed the cat we came and entered the theater to take up our part in the play of life.

We signed the contract for our participation in the play of life forgetting to read the small print, and rushed in with great anticipation of this unique experience.

And so, as we entered the theater we walked unto a large stage.

On the stage there was a large variety of mirrors, every single one of them reflecting a distorted image.

Next to the mirrors there were rods.

If anyone did not agree with the image in the mirror, the rod came down and hit the dissident as often as was necessary to change the attitude from rejection into acceptance.

As we walked onto the stage we were obliged to wear suits.

These suits looked like clown-suits, the kind of garment associated with the joker in a card game.

These suits had strings attached to them.

Since the background of the stage was dark and we all were taken in by the sight of the new costumes none of us noticed the strings.

The more the strings were used, or the more you would fight the pull on the strings, the stronger they became.

The few who became aware of the presence of the strings could see them going up into the dark loft of the theater where unknown forces in the dark were manipulating the strings. 

Although we could not distinctly discern their shape we could definitely feel their presence in the dark unknown by the way they pulled on the strings. 

On stage there was a huge complex of wheels interacting with each other.

Each character was expected to take up its place in a wheel and spin it around.

We were assigned the task of being cogs keeping the wheels in motion.

Together the wheels were part of the contraption reaching up into the dark loft where we could only see the contours of a revolving wheel.

It was not possible to see exactly what function it had, but it was clear to everyone that we were the ones who were supposed to keep this wheel going round, and somehow this wheel was tied in with the play in the theater.

The wheels on stage are dangerous because once you get on one of them, it is hard to step off without injuring yourself.

Once they draw you in, their gravity pull makes it hard to escape from them.

You have to yank your way out of a wheel, and you usually end up falling flat on your face.

Some wheels have a greater gravity pull than others.

The pharmaceutical wheel is like a black hole devouring all those who get too close.

The medicine based solutions offered by the priests on this wheel claim to stretch the lifespan of those taking the medicine.

But if prolongation of your life means you have to be glued together by artificial means to keep you from falling apart, producing all manner of other problems in the process, then what is the point of living in that state?

Besides that, I found myself wondering what the point is of stretching your lifespan if it means prolonging the torture of being a living sacrifice in the service of the great big wheel of medical lies.

To make sure most of the actors on the stage are drawn in to the pharmaceutical wheel of magic, they are placed in an environment which is designed to make them ill.

They first have to create the string of need for medicine before they can draw people in.

And so, to the actors in this play poison is given for food.

Just as their bodies are fed with this deadly poison, their minds and spirits also are intoxicated by the poisonous atmosphere of the stage.

The mirrors show the actors a vision which presents the poisonous artificial food and medicine as good and constructive to the health of their bodies and their minds.

The poison does not kill them at once, but it begins to manifest itself over a period of years as the exposure to the toxin produces fruit after its nature.

Those who fail to comply with the reflection of their image in the mirrors all too often end up in correctional institutes.

If school did not work, and the workplace did not make them change their minds, then prison or a psychiatric hospital will force them into the position of cogs which keep the wheel moving around.

And of course the psychiatric hospital is just a subsidiary wheel of the greater pharmaceutical wheel.

All wheels are interconnected, even if they seem disconnected on the surface.

Once the actors step unto the pharmaceutical wheel, they are given masked medicine.

The medicine wears the mask of being a cure while in truth it obscures the symptoms and compounds the problem.

In that capacity medicine is just part of another corrupt mirror.

Once you stepped unto this wheel, it's impossible to escape unscathed.

It is not uncommon for people to leave this wheel only after they have deposited all of their life-energy in service of spinning this wheel around in endless circles.

They step on this wheel alive, but they are carried off the wheel in a wooden box.

But since we are replaceable, the mighty ones treat us as disposable commodities, fuel for their engine.

So if one cog is carried off stage in a wooden box, a new cog takes up its place.

As I was led across the stage, I noticed how most players started to identify with their suits and its strings.

They fully accepted the image which the mirrors reflected back at them and proudly wore the mask in the image of the mirror.

Because they now walked around in joker suits wearing an artificial mask which made them look compatible with the standards of the mirrors, their character and their hearts began to change in the image of the mirror, the mask and the fabric of their suits.

They could no longer see themselves as they were, for all of them wore glasses which were derived from the mirrors.

These glasses made it possible for them to accept and believe the image the mirrors reflected back at them as truth.

Oddly enough, whereas they might have had a vivacious glistening look in their eyes when they entered the theater, as they moved through the paces of the play their eyes began to change.

The vivacious look hardened and grew into a two-dimension flat wooden representation of what eyes are supposed to look like, as if someone painted eyes on the masks they wore.

As they grow into marionettes indistinguishable from their wooden counterparts, they receive a multitude of rewards on the stage in a great variety of ways.

They receive approval, encouragement, affirmation, awards, benefits, comfort, a place all for themselves on the big wheel.

It did not take long for me to experience my clown suit as a straightjacket, hindering me from being myself on the stage.

I did not feel at ease in this tight-roped straightjacket moving me in directions where I did not want to go.

Furthermore, whenever the mirror reflected back an image at me, I could see that this image was not a reflection of who I truly was.

Instead, I noticed the distortion and I rejected it as a true image because of the corruption in the image.

I refused to accept the image in the mirror just as I refused to wear the mask.

My refusal came with a price tag.

Because I failed to fit into the mold, I was hit by the rods of the mirrors many times, and they wounded me to the point where they crippled me.

I could no longer walk straight.

Since I did not function well as a cog, they put the label of failure on my suit, which made me eligible for more punishment due to my failure to conform.

I was amazed and saddened  when I realized how I had been part of a crowd of people entering the theater simultaneously, yet although we were alike in the beginning, the play of life somehow affected us to the extent that we became polar opposites.

How could they have forgotten who they were before entering the theater?

They do not just act out a part they are supposed to play, but they BECOME the part and change in the image of the part.

They move through the maze of mirrors and learn to become the mask they put on their heads for approval, taking up their place as cogs in the machinery of the great big wheel.

If a forlorn memory of their true face surfaces and stand in painful contrast with the mask they wear, the pharmaceutical wheel will send them the miracle cure to get rid of the pain and come to terms with their mask existence.

And coming to terms always means acceptance and being at peace with it.

I probably was the biggest failure on the stage of life, although I could see a few others who also were struggling with this play the same way as I was.

How can anyone accept the lies of the mirrors when you KNOW that they are just lies?

How could I wear a mask in front of my face and think of it as my own countenance?

I did not like this place.

It was full of lies and corruption.

Furthermore, those who worship the lie make life hard for those who love truth.

Additionally I became aware of how the strings maneuvered me towards a place on the big wheel where I did not belong.

I could feel the strings pulling on me, and whereas the others looked only at each other I began to look upwards to see how the strings worked, and who was pulling them.

As the strings weakened and I increasingly failed to take up my position as a cog on the stage, I was alienated even further from the scene of the stage, cashing in more punishment for my incompatibility.

I was forced to witness how the wooden servants of the lie were given prerogatives and all the means they could possible need, while those with skills and talents yet whose hearts are incompatible with the lie were forced to sit on the sidelines, all too often forced to work under the most adverse conditions.

The marionettes had no use for the means given to them because all they ended up doing is using the means as a contribution to the sacrifice of their life in service of keeping the great big wheel in motion, enticing other souls to follow their example and do likewise.

But, that is perhaps the very reason why they received the rewards: they worked in service of the great big wheel whereas I was simply a misfit, an obstruction.

I never gave much thought to the prerogative of living in a free world outside of the theater when I was still part of it.

In the real world we were not expected to wear masks or to wear suits with strings attached that force us in a certain direction.

We were free to go where we wanted to, we could have whatever we needed.

Maybe that was part of the life-changing experience in the play of life: to learn to look at real life with different eyes and a greater appreciation.

Maybe I should not have been too eager to sign the contract for participation in the play of life, maybe I should have bothered to read the small print.

But I have not, like the others.

So, what else can I do but act out my part in this theater of the damned?

To the degree that I am able to rid myself from the pull of the strings I am able to move freely.

I may be useless as a cog in the big wheel, but the shadows somehow need my presence as a stage prop in their circus.

That's the irony: because I am outnumbered by the marionettes I appear to them as an artificial stage prop which does not really have a part in the play of life.

But they cannot see that they are the ones who reduce themselves to props for the force of darkness by the choice they have made to conform and identify with the darkness.

This choice is what turns them into props on the stage of fools, surrendering their life to the shadows so that they can come alive and dominate the play of life, turning it into a dark and sinister play of death.

Yet the stage is changing.

I have noticed how the shadows are frantically moving around, re-arranging the stage and changing the setting, sealing off doors and shutting off windows so that the darkness increases and the remaining lights stands out in a far greater contrast than ever before.

The actors seem to merge with the part of being a marionette more rapidly than ever before.

I have never seen such a great number of flat, lifeless expressions on the faces I meet, as if the stage is being taken over by the walking dead.

The shadows are tinkering with the food on all levels, they change entertainment in explicit perverse ways, health-care is made over into death-care, the dark god of money literally rules over every aspect of the theater now, education is designed to propagate and enforce the acceptance of more lies than ever before.

Even the marionette costumes are tampered with genetically so that they literally can suck souls into the strings into the dark more efficiently and swiftly than ever before.

I also noticed that something else comes down through the strings, and the genetic modification of the suits is designed to facilitate and speed up the download of this dark blob flowing down the strings into the suits.

At first I thought that the forces of the dark were trying to prevent us from getting out of the theater, turning the theater into a big prison.

Yet now I realize they are not trying to keep us locked inside, but they are trying to prevent something or Someone from entering in.

It seems as if they plan to cut off this stage and the entire theater from the reality of life outside the theater.

Maybe the shadows are afraid of something coming onto the stage of life which will threaten their power structure and the play they set in motion.

Maybe they are afraid that a new play is to be set in motion on the stage which has been their playground all this time.

They cannot let that happen.

And so if the play must go, then the theater must go.

They are determined not to let anyone take over THEIR theater.

The Strings

I used to think I was in charge.

I determined where I went, what I did, how I reacted.

Yet at some point I noticed that I reacted in ways I did not want to react.

I saw myself being pushed in a direction I did not want to go and placed in circumstances moving me even further away from where I wanted to be.

And I realized: I am not in control.

Although it may seem self-evident we cannot control the things which happen to us, our circumstances, but we SHOULD be able to control the way we react to circumstances.

Yet, at one point I noticed that I did not even control my own reactions and emotions; other people did.

They pushed buttons, and I responded in a predictable way.

I found my left hand being drawn to the right without me wanting to go to the right, my feet were moved to the side while I wanted to go forward, my mouth was uttering words I did not want to speak, and my thoughts were like a whirlwind in a crystal ball.

The force of the thoughts  triggered by emotions could sweep me off my feet and push me towards where I had no intention of going.

It seemed to me as if I was the only person experiencing this inner discrepancy.

As I looked around the others seemed to be at peace with it.

They went wherever the motion took them.

And then I looked up.

I always had focused on the horizontal plane of vision, looking forward, backward, to the sides.

I even looked downwards to my feet, but I never bothered to turn my head upwards.

Yet when I did, I began to see the strings.

Vaguely at first, not knowing what they were and what purpose they served.

But as I set my mind on spending more time looking up instead of sideways, I began to discern the strings more clearly.

I could see how the strings were attached to my hands and my feet.

Whenever the strings were pulled, my head looked to the right when I really wanted and needed to look to the left, my hand would go up when I did not want to, and my feet moved forward when I just wanted to stand still.

At first I was puzzled at the sight of strings controlling every aspect of my being.

Who was moving these strings, and how exactly did these invisible mighty ones maneuver the strings?

Intrigued as I was by the sight of these strings, I began to spend a lot more time gazing upwards so that I might find out more about the strings and how they were operated.

Slowly I began to see how these strings were made of the fiber of emotions, just like the glasses I wore.

These emotions had attached themselves to the hands, the feet and my head.

Whenever a mighty one pulled on a string of emotion, the corresponding part of my body attached to the string automatically reacted by moving in the direction where the mighty one wanted me to.

As I spent time gazing upwards, I noticed how these strings were interconnected with each other.

They looked like a big spider's web, and the more I struggled and pulled to be free from the strings, the more intricate the web became.

My struggle only exacerbated the issue, causing more strings to knot together, so that when a mighty one pulled one of the strings, all the other strings now also pulled on the body parts connected to the strings.

I felt like a fly caught in the spider's web.

The more I struggled, the more I found myself trapped in it.

I realized that instead of being in control, I was a slave of the strings of emotions.

Whenever the string was pulled, the emotion of the string pulled on my being and made me act in resonance with the string.

I was a prisoner, doing things because the strings were pulled and not because I desired to do them, thinking in a way which was the result of the manipulation of these strings.

Even my thoughts were fashioned along the lines of the strings of the web.

The more I struggled, the more intricate the web of strings became, and the more active the mighty ones became in pulling the strings.

My struggle only increased the strength of the strings.

The odd thing was that as the strings increased in strength, the image I could see through my glasses blurred my vision to a greater degree than before.

Whenever I struggled to get free, the strings of the web lighted up with what seemed like a stream of light moving from my head upwards through the strings.

Seeing this river of light emanate from my being through these wires I felt as if part of me was moving through the wires into the dark.

And as stream of light was tapped out of my head, my image in the mirror took on a dullness where before it showed life and energy.

Then I understood: the more I struggled with the manipulation, the more I ended up sacrificing part of myself in the struggle.

I could see my very soul moving through the wires, bit by bit, a stream of light which the mighty ones were able to harvest.

They were like customers in an ice-cream parlor sucking up the melting ice through straws.

I was trapped in an intricate web of glistening wires woven with the fabric of my soul awaiting the moment the master spider would come down to devour my entire essence.

As I looked at the others I noticed how most of them never bothered to look up.

The more I tried to warn them to make them aware of how they were exploited and served as a meal to the mighty spiders, the more animosity I encountered.

The others simply did not want to see the ugly truth.

They preferred to live in an illusion of being free and in control, like I used to.

They would rather be part of the make-belief world as it was colored by their glasses, than to feel the pain of beholding their deformity in perfect vision.

The difference between me and those others is that I simply could never be at peace with the sight of my manipulation.

I simply was unable to close my eyes to the ugly truth an lose myself in a willful fantasy bliss of oblivion.

I could see the discrepancy between who I truly was, and the manipulation pushing me into a mask of a pseudo-existence where the forces pulling on the strings could determine who and what I was intended to be.

And so, I tried to warn the others, only to find out that many of them had come to identify with the forces pulling on the strings.

They BECAME the strings and the mask they put on, and never bothered to look up to see the truth.

Some of them did look up, but the truth of what they saw simply did not register on their consciousness.

They beheld some strings and fell in love with the wires and how they lighted up with streams of light flowing from their heads into the dark, fully immersing themselves into the mask put on them by the forces operating the strings.

I never could do that.

Some might call that a shortcoming, a handicap, but for me it is something which saved my life.

For if I had not had this inner discontent about the discrepancy between the mask and the person I truly was, I would have lost my life in exchange for a comfortable existence dangling on the strings of the mighty spiders.

After trying to struggle with the strings and becoming aware of how my struggle actually created a web of strings keeping me captive to the whims of the mighty ones, I stopped struggling to see what would happen.

Furthermore, I decided I also would refrain from acting in agreement with the strings which were pulled, since the remedy to the grip of the strings on my being obviously was not pulling back and struggling against the pull.

The struggle only strengthened the fiber of emotion of the strings and released more of my light through these wires.

Instead, I decided to simply stand back and watch how the strings were pulled.

And then something extraordinary happened.

As I was not struggling anymore nor identifying with the pull on the strings, the mighty ones gradually seemed to lose interest since they no longer got the feedback from me they desired.

Furthermore, as the strings were pulled less and less, the fiber of the strings began to weaken.

The strings simply did not have the strength they used to have.

They slowly began to disintegrate.

And as the strings slowly disintegrated, the clarity of vision through my glasses increased.

Every now and then a mighty one might put an obstracle on my path and pull a few strings to see if I would react.

But as long as I constantly was watching this manipulation of strings and not struggling with it, the strings grew weaker and weaker.

Since the spiders did not want the strings to snap, they realized they had to be careful in the way they dealt with me.

As the strings grow weaker and weaker, I regain the freedom to move about and truly do what I want to do, moving in the direction of my heart.

I am still limited by the presence of these strings, but the limitation is much less than what it used to be.

If I keep this up for the rest of my life, ultimately the strings will simply wear out and snap.

The more strings will snap, the more freedom I will have, and the greater the clarity of vision through my glasses.

There is a big difference between the moment when I first noticed the presence of the strings and who I am today.

I still have the presence of strings attached to my body, but they have lost much of their strength, and the mighty ones cannot pull on them with much force anymore.

If they use too much force, they risk snapping the strings.

But I suppose that as long as I am cast into the body of a marionette I have to learn to deal with the presence of strings, no matter how weak they may be.

It's a battle I wage with myself, or rather, my marionette body.

It has strings attached to the mighty ones who want to create marionette robots to walk on the wheel of lies in their slave system.

I was not created to walk on the wheel of lies.

Because of the way I was created I am not compatible with the puppet theater of make-belief where exploitation, slavery and lies have become laws disguised as assets, enhancements for the lives of the puppets.

And so, for the time I am to be here in this theater, I have to watch the other puppets merrily acting out their robotic manipulated parts, dreaming themselves to be free and in control.

It's useless to try to wake them up.

Their choice has turned them into stage props, stage-dwellers, and trying to wake them up only is rewarded by a dose of their wrath sent my way.

So, I try to aim for the few individuals on the stage who come from the same home where I came from.

They will never be content with their marionette robot existence because they are different.

They hate the falsehood of the theater and long for truth.

They are my family.

They are me.

The Mask

Sometimes we have an image of ourselves which is not confirmed by our reflection in the mirror.

Women may slap some more make-up and cream on their faces to obscure the incongruities.

For men the best option is to come to terms with reality and look in the mirror only when it's getting dark, and a less than perfect eyesight may turn out to be not such a handicap after all.

The standard of the society in which we live also holds up a mirror.

It reflects at us what we are in the light of the standard of society.

Most of us enjoy being liked and having a place for ourselves within the greater structure of society, yet when this liking as well as a place for us is withheld, then what are we to do?

What if the reflection of the mirror of our society reflects back at us where we fail to comply with the standard?

What if the areas where we do not conform to expectations are made clear to us in a painfully razor sharp reflection in the mirror of society?

What if the reflection shows us disapproval and reflects the image of failure and rejection?

How will we deal with the reality of that mirror?

Do we learn to conform for the sake of being liked and given a place in the social structure of society, even if it means that we have to shatter the true image of ourselves in YHWH's mirror?

Do we learn to put on the mask for the sake of beholding a favorable reflection in the mirror of society, a painted facsimile of a false identity to replace our true face?

Or are we willing to endure the hardship of being an outsider by not changing ourselves in the image of the reflection of the mirror of society, because we identify with an image in a different mirror, one held up by our Creator?

All of us wear the mask, even if it is for just a season.
Even if we wear the mask only for a season, we have to deal with the legacy of wearing the mask for the rest of our lives, because wearing the mask leaves scars.

The mask is the false image created by corrupt standards.

This image can manifest as the perfect conformist, or it may profile itself as the perfect rebel.

A rock band promoted by a rebellious image is just another mask of conformity worn by those in that band to live up to the image.

Rock 'n' Roll is just a big circus of conformity, as evidenced by the masks worn by the artists in this circus.

The mask is made in the image of the mirror, the image of the standard held up by our parents, by school, by our churches, by our corporations, by our circle of friends, by our politicians, by our society.

The mask gives us a good reflection in that mirror.

The mask learns to say 'yes' when it is required to do so.

The mask learns to lie whenever truth becomes too inconvenient.

The mask learns to set aside what is right and good for personal benefit such as monetary gain, or more power.

The better you become at acting out your mask, the greater the reward given to you.

The more persistent you become in wearing your mask, the higher up in the rank of this world you are promoted.

Wearing the mask and acting in accordance with it, you become the creator of other masks.

You hold up and evangelize a standard to which others need to conform to receive a favorable reflection in the mirror of society.

Yet, when we put on the mask, the mask does not remain an exterior shell hiding our true face.

It begins to replace our true face and change our heart in the image of the mask.

Bit by bit it works its way into our heart and soul, until finally it has devoured our soul and painted our heart in the colors of the mask.

All along the way to our heart the mask overtakes our personality and changes us in its image.

It reduces us to robots, cogs in the big wheel of lies which makes the world go round.

We lose our identity as we merge with the new identity of the mask, and as we grow into the new artificial identity we gain approval and a higher rank in the mirror of the world.

We are born in a mask.

As spirits we enter a body which is predisposed to creating a mask for us to wear.

The Bible calls this being born in sin, a lethal combination of genetic disposition as well as a straight-jacket of the demands and expectations of our environment.

First we learn to wear the mask of the family into which we were born.

Wearing this mask gets us their approval and favor.

Every child hopes to see its reflection in the mirror of YHWH in the parents.

Yet the families where there is an undefiled presence of YHWH's mirror are rare.

By far most children are given a reflection in the culturally and genetically determined corrupt mirror of their parents.

So, from the moment we take our first breath we learn to develop our mask.

School is the second stage where we learn to fully identify with the mask.

School conditions us to respond in accordance with the image of the mirror the school upholds, thus serving as a preparation for us to take up our place as obedient conformed individuals having merged with the identity of the cog-mask.

The kill-shot comes when we leave school and enter the workplace where we serve as cogs sacrificing our life-force to keep the wheel of lies in motion.

That is, if we have not dropped out of school because of our incompatibility with the mask.

But even drop-outs can be corrected and forced to wear the mask afterwards in a great variety of ways.

In the workplace and our social circles we become the mask.

As we have become the mask, we learn to think in terms of masks.

The religious mask, the atheist mask, the entrepreneur's mask, the medical mask, the political mask, the art mask, all are masks derived from the standard incorporated in the mirror held up to the masks.

As we become a mask amidst millions of other masks we turn life into one big freak show, a stage of fools acting out the roles assigned to them by the masters in the dark pulling the invisible strings on their costumes.

You either learn to wear the mask 24 hours per day, or face the consequences of receiving a reflection in the mirror of society which you would rather avoid.

From birth we are set up to wear the mask, conform to the mask, and ultimately become the mask.

Yet when we become the mask we will have forgotten who we truly are, and we die in our soul.

The mask begets a perfect reflection in the mirror of society.

The more we conform to the standard of the mirror, the more perfect our reflection becomes.

Yet the more we conform, the more we become aliens to who we truly are.

Until the moment comes when an alien has taken our place and lives in the form of our body in its designated position as a cog in the great big wheel.

The more we immerse ourselves in the reflection of the corrupt mirror, the less tolerance we have for our reflection in YHWH's mirror.

YHWH's mirror shows our masks as masks, alien elements to our identity.

When we gaze into that mirror wearing our mask, we behold a realistic reflection of the sinister deformed ugliness of the mask, a mask which only could give a favorable reflection in a distorted, corrupt mirror.

But in the mirror of truth, the mask is shown to have an ugliness which we prefer to turn our heads away from.

Yet if we run and hide from our reflection in the mirror of YHWH's truth, the price we pay for our persistent denial is more than we can afford.
For it comes at the price of our very essence: our soul.