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angelicisight
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- Jun 4, 2023
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I just want space to discuss sorrow. I'm not suicidal, I don't believe I have the right to life nor death, I am a Christian, so I don't know if this space will work for me, but we'll find out. I want to introduce myself first. It's not like I actually want to talk to you, whoever you are reading this, but I want to introduce myself to this space, and we'll see how I come around to feeling about whether or not I can do what I want in the future after that.
I often have to listen to videos to fall asleep. Not everyday but most days. I was listening to an Elder Scrolls lore video last night into the morning. When I was awake, they talked of all these gods, and it was very interesting to me. I thought about how foreign this style of religion felt to me even though I think it is a style that has had real historical presence. I spent some time trying understand how to even wrap my head around this style of belief, and I think I came to this point of thought; given the limited comprehensive capacity of our minds, religion will exist on a spectrum between explanation and meaning. A polytheistic religion explains so much, but the sense of meaning is so chaotic from it.
What I believe in doesn't offer much explanation. If you look at the Biblical narrative, God doesn't prove himself by revealing what is true. He just does miracles to validate who he is to his people. Instead the content of my religion concerns itself far more with "This is the story of what is going on. You want to understand your life? Well here's the plot." Even in our current day, we are still in the plot of Revelations. There's supposed to be these two and a half eras of Satan, then there is suppose to be a river of chaos, and then there is suppose to be a thousand years free from lies until the final end comes. That's my understanding of the narrative, and it seems we are right before the time of truth, but I could be wrong. It's written in a way that although very specific things are mentioned, there's not a lot of order to it. Plus, it seems like there's very cyclical ideas along with the overarching narrative in Revelations. I have full confidence in my understanding, but I don't feel I have to be right type of thing.
Okay, but anyways that's just to say I am really invested in narrative ideas when it comes to what I believe. I do value explanation, and I think explanation is something that is beneficial to seek out. The explanation will never hold authority in my mind like the narrative does though. Because all the explanation does is not really show us what is true, it shows us how to go along with truth type of thing. In that, I don't care if the explanation is right. I care it's good enough to try and get me to fit in with what I read in the text I believe in. It's a lifestyle of constant learning, but that part of it is fun because it's not particularly consequential whether or not I am right or wrong. The consequences are sort of based in other areas that aren't really influenced by understanding.
Jeez, this was longer than I thought, but no here's my problem. I love death. I am not talking about some performative poetic feeling of darkness and macabre. I think that's disingenuous for me. I like the idea of taking up my cross and suffering in conviction and guilt. I like feeling sick and afflicted. I like being filled with sorrow, remorse, and grief. I like expressing lamentations and embracing death. I like these things because they play a very powerful role in the narrative. I don't want my identity to become that otherwise I really would just go with a CTB method, but there are times where I go heavily in the direction of these ideas when it fits the plot.
I don't want to express this sorrow in the wrong space because then I get misunderstood, and if I have enemies, I get hospitalized. There was a pastor whose reputation I was essentially ruining by just expressing myself. One day, I write of my friend Jeremy. He was trying to get clean from his addiction from heroine. He started going to mens group in church. It was really good for him. The church went on summer vacation, he relapsed and overdosed. I expressed sorrow over that publicly, and the pastor whose church this was lied telling the cops I was suicidal. I was not, but he had influence, and he did see me as an enemy. He had already kicked me out of the church, and he increased the security at his church as well because he was somehow paranoid of me. I don't know why he thought he was in anyway relevant, but it was whatever. I just don't want to be attacked like that again with lies. It caught me off guard when the police showed up to take me away because my sorrow was mixed in my mind with everything, but if I separate it to here, I will never be unprepared if someone tries to falsely accuse me again.
I don't even think it's a real threat against me that his could happen to be honest. I have a lot more understanding, but I hate how my sorrow had enough appearance of confusion that such a lie could stick. I have no power nor influence, so there is no reason such a lie would be maintained against me other than grounds of lack in clarity. Well I want to make my sorrow extremely clear than by giving a place for it exist as it real feels. It does feel like suicide. It does feel like death because it really does go along with this narrative of taking up my cross, forsaking my wellbeing, and embracing guilt regardless if it is mine or not. It's heavy, but it never really kills me, and I also need it to kill me. There's so many things in my life I can't let continue to live on. Just last night I spent around 45 min just weeping in sorrow over something that was afflicting me. I can't let certain things live on, but I have no idea what must die and what must live until I bring it to this point of death. That's just how it is.
Especially because I got people I care about now. I got a life I care about now unlike before, so when I come to point of letting things die again, I don't want to kill off a connection that doesn't need to go. If it needs to go, fine, I'll kill it no problem, but I don't want to kill my connection to people until I know it needs to happen. It hurts so much losing people, and I am tired of feeling like I lost someone unnecessarily. I'm tired of cutting people out of my life and not knowing if that really needed to happen or not. I'm so tired of it, but this sorrow can be so confusing sometimes, so I just make these drastic relational decisions I can't take back, and it breaks my heart not knowing if it was right or not. Somethings I will never know I don't think while I am here, but I want to be sure in the future of what I can. Well that's it. I'm done. Talk again later.
I often have to listen to videos to fall asleep. Not everyday but most days. I was listening to an Elder Scrolls lore video last night into the morning. When I was awake, they talked of all these gods, and it was very interesting to me. I thought about how foreign this style of religion felt to me even though I think it is a style that has had real historical presence. I spent some time trying understand how to even wrap my head around this style of belief, and I think I came to this point of thought; given the limited comprehensive capacity of our minds, religion will exist on a spectrum between explanation and meaning. A polytheistic religion explains so much, but the sense of meaning is so chaotic from it.
What I believe in doesn't offer much explanation. If you look at the Biblical narrative, God doesn't prove himself by revealing what is true. He just does miracles to validate who he is to his people. Instead the content of my religion concerns itself far more with "This is the story of what is going on. You want to understand your life? Well here's the plot." Even in our current day, we are still in the plot of Revelations. There's supposed to be these two and a half eras of Satan, then there is suppose to be a river of chaos, and then there is suppose to be a thousand years free from lies until the final end comes. That's my understanding of the narrative, and it seems we are right before the time of truth, but I could be wrong. It's written in a way that although very specific things are mentioned, there's not a lot of order to it. Plus, it seems like there's very cyclical ideas along with the overarching narrative in Revelations. I have full confidence in my understanding, but I don't feel I have to be right type of thing.
Okay, but anyways that's just to say I am really invested in narrative ideas when it comes to what I believe. I do value explanation, and I think explanation is something that is beneficial to seek out. The explanation will never hold authority in my mind like the narrative does though. Because all the explanation does is not really show us what is true, it shows us how to go along with truth type of thing. In that, I don't care if the explanation is right. I care it's good enough to try and get me to fit in with what I read in the text I believe in. It's a lifestyle of constant learning, but that part of it is fun because it's not particularly consequential whether or not I am right or wrong. The consequences are sort of based in other areas that aren't really influenced by understanding.
Jeez, this was longer than I thought, but no here's my problem. I love death. I am not talking about some performative poetic feeling of darkness and macabre. I think that's disingenuous for me. I like the idea of taking up my cross and suffering in conviction and guilt. I like feeling sick and afflicted. I like being filled with sorrow, remorse, and grief. I like expressing lamentations and embracing death. I like these things because they play a very powerful role in the narrative. I don't want my identity to become that otherwise I really would just go with a CTB method, but there are times where I go heavily in the direction of these ideas when it fits the plot.
I don't want to express this sorrow in the wrong space because then I get misunderstood, and if I have enemies, I get hospitalized. There was a pastor whose reputation I was essentially ruining by just expressing myself. One day, I write of my friend Jeremy. He was trying to get clean from his addiction from heroine. He started going to mens group in church. It was really good for him. The church went on summer vacation, he relapsed and overdosed. I expressed sorrow over that publicly, and the pastor whose church this was lied telling the cops I was suicidal. I was not, but he had influence, and he did see me as an enemy. He had already kicked me out of the church, and he increased the security at his church as well because he was somehow paranoid of me. I don't know why he thought he was in anyway relevant, but it was whatever. I just don't want to be attacked like that again with lies. It caught me off guard when the police showed up to take me away because my sorrow was mixed in my mind with everything, but if I separate it to here, I will never be unprepared if someone tries to falsely accuse me again.
I don't even think it's a real threat against me that his could happen to be honest. I have a lot more understanding, but I hate how my sorrow had enough appearance of confusion that such a lie could stick. I have no power nor influence, so there is no reason such a lie would be maintained against me other than grounds of lack in clarity. Well I want to make my sorrow extremely clear than by giving a place for it exist as it real feels. It does feel like suicide. It does feel like death because it really does go along with this narrative of taking up my cross, forsaking my wellbeing, and embracing guilt regardless if it is mine or not. It's heavy, but it never really kills me, and I also need it to kill me. There's so many things in my life I can't let continue to live on. Just last night I spent around 45 min just weeping in sorrow over something that was afflicting me. I can't let certain things live on, but I have no idea what must die and what must live until I bring it to this point of death. That's just how it is.
Especially because I got people I care about now. I got a life I care about now unlike before, so when I come to point of letting things die again, I don't want to kill off a connection that doesn't need to go. If it needs to go, fine, I'll kill it no problem, but I don't want to kill my connection to people until I know it needs to happen. It hurts so much losing people, and I am tired of feeling like I lost someone unnecessarily. I'm tired of cutting people out of my life and not knowing if that really needed to happen or not. I'm so tired of it, but this sorrow can be so confusing sometimes, so I just make these drastic relational decisions I can't take back, and it breaks my heart not knowing if it was right or not. Somethings I will never know I don't think while I am here, but I want to be sure in the future of what I can. Well that's it. I'm done. Talk again later.