Girls gone wild.
Men gone wild.
Everybody’s gone wild.
For a minute there, I though I had. Sorry for such a depressing post, if it was even depressing; I don’t know so I try not to presume. I guess I just wanted everyone to know I was having a bit of a Bad Hair day. I think I’ll go get a slice of cheese to go with my whine.
More about this “letting go” thing, though, I think that spiritual perfection happens in the Dark Night stanzas right about where the beloved gently caused the lover’s senses to be suspended. That is true giving up. If we try to do it while we are on this earth, striving for spiritual perfection, then we are in for one heck of a ride in spiritual warfare, as the demons get more sneaky and subtle, and even pretend to be virtuous instead of vicious. I suppose I’m getting what I asked for; I wanted to reach toward spiritual perfection, but I really underestimated how weird it can get.
This is how weird it was earlier when I posted that last message. I’ve gotten almost complete control over my emotions, and dealing with certain things caused me to wonder “how I should feel” at this time. It was depressing, not in the sense that I felt really sad and suicidal or anything, but that I couldn’t decide how to feel about something.
Now that was weird. Not too long ago, I had no choice. My feelings simply came and went. I’ve tried very hard to master them, especially anger and frustration. Well, I guess I got what I wanted, but the next test came almost right away. Now that I can control my feelings, how should I go about doing it? It’s a whole lot simpler to just get sad or happy, than it is to be in a situation where I am confused over which I should be.
Maybe it’s the curse ever since Adam. If you want control and knowledge, then you are burdened with having to decide how to use it.
This life is wonderful, folks. I don’t regret for a minute that I have sought this path, although earlier I was very confused. I honestly didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or what, because it all seems so superficial. It’s like having no feelings at all. I think maybe it’s actually a sign of progress, but even though I did nothing particularly bizarre except write a dumb post and change my profile to something dumb (attention getting I think in hindsight, as I will probably later think of this post) and act a bit confused, it was every bit as troubling to my soul as when I felt I was in the worst state of psychosis. Now that this episode is past, I feel once again like I’m all brand new and seeing life for the first time.
It’s weird, but I think I like this world. I think the next one can wait a while, because I definitely don’t think God’s done with me yet.
At any rate, I’m back to about as normal as I probably get these days. Sorry if I alarmed anyone. Hopefully your faith is that whatever happens to me or anyone else, God has everything covered. If you have that much faith, then please help me find it too.
Alan