Tonight I went and lost my mind, blew up at no one in a state of utter boiling rage. I cant recall ever being so completely enraged in my life. Some here may well know from reading my posts, that I am trying to turn my life around, to reach a point where things put up steam and life begins to work for me instead of against me. Tonight I was pushed just too far, again and again until I couldn’t repress months worth of frustration for another half a second.
I found myself driving my vehicle (alone at night) while absolutely raging at the right hand concept of God, or love and light, of harm none. That “the meek shall inherit the Earth” garbage was the first to be ripped to shreds in my rage. At some point I flat out told anything ‘love and light’ it can basically kiss my ***. For years I tried to be good, because that’s what I was thought to be, to be loving and forgiving, patient and to overlook so many of lives true evils against us. I gave that lifestyle years of my life, wasted so much time on trying to spread love, and never dreaming it would not come back to me one day. I helped people and they walked over me, I did them favors and they saw “doormat” painted on me in big red letters. I was used, abused and torn down as soon as I climbed to me feet again and again all in the name of “love and light” and told it so in anything but a nice and polite way. I had giving it so much energy and time and commitment, and if the being we call “god” was really so big and mighty he could prove it and help me, and I didn’t want to hear anymore of that “god’s will,” crap, because what abut MY will, my needs, my life, my future? And finally don’t even get me going with that old fear of burning in Hell for saying even half of all I said, because if there is a Hell I’m only on a path there after God drove me to it. (I must admit I am a bit concerned about the split second glace I caught of a man standing in the middle of the street in a pair of blue reflective coveralls, and who was clearly not there at all, and never had been, as I looked again slowing down to let him cross.
I’m sure we have all, even in our religious days, told God to go stuff it a time or two, questioned it’s will, or even its very existence. I know I did a time or two… while still going to church way back when. But even now, after years away from organized religion in general and after months on the LHP. this was the first time I KNOW I really meant every word. I was angry yes. Enraged even. But in hindsight, as I type this out, no longer angry at all, I realize, just how little was really out of anger, but instead was simply truth that happened to be said in an angry tone.
I thought I had come to new conclusions months ago. I assumed that was why I was on here in the first place. But tonight I realized, really understood that I was still walking in both worlds, walking into the darkness with a flashlight on to still follow the light so to speak. Using love and light and God as almost a safe line, a protection from the forces of utter darkness (which is also where truth lies) For a second or two, while driving (somehow safely, while admittedly still well aware of speeding and not exactly caring less) I know I saw my true nature, that sense of rage, that power, that "move or I’ll f***ing move you mentality. For the first time I did not on some level fear my own sense of power. I only wanted more of it, wanted to get angrier, to tear down the thing that had wasted so much time I could have been getting somewhere. And I sensed in that second that my allies so far, were pleased.
I am considering a ritual to make it official. That final F you to God. My commitment to this path, to the darkness and the demonic, of self service and ascension. Any ideas? I posted once about hearing my name called by an unseen voice repeatedly. This happens more now. Al the time lately. I’ve heard it several times daily for the past week or so again. Something is building, I can tell.