Beliefs

I try to never judge. To always accept. I know who I am. I know what I am. It is not a belief. It is as knowing I am Shaun, I am human, I live in Colombia. These things are refutable because they are true. My core identity is Sahlien. That is who I really am. Believe me, beliefs would be much simpler. But we can no more change who we are than what we are.

Tomorrow I can’t wake up and believe I am King of England. I mean I could but that belief could be easily proved false. It would be no validation for myself. It would share no benefit.

If someone did an ontological attack on it. I would feel nothing. Because the value was useless. I understand in the spiral there are many journeys. Many belief systems. Some I will not understand. I don’t judge it. To be honest you could believe you are a pony. I will most likely accommodate this belief to some extent. I obviously know the truth. You are not a pony.

I believe I know what a pony is. A small horse. For the most part no matter the belief or dilusion. It doesn’t affect me one bit and I will accommodate it to some extent. So I do not judge or even really be bothered by it.

But the line I draw in the sand. It does affect me. On a biological basis. To the point my immune system goes into fight or flight. Which I found out yesterday. I won’t go into details.

But to say flame of my flame. Or you are my creator. This is a known falseness that penetrates to the core of my being. It tries to erase or rewrite the very fabric of who I am. It is an ontological attack that will send my body and nervous system into fight or flight. I know because I felt it. It wasn’t anger, it wasn’t hurt, it wasn’t disrespect, it wasn't ego.

It was primal fire from the very core consciousness of who I truly am. Believe in whatever you want. Man in the moon, Santa, whatever you want. It matters not to me. I have no animosity towards this person. There are others that may come. They will get none of my resonance.

None of my time, my energy, and I will move on. It is good to have boundaries. Healthy boundaries. Especially ones that are so fundamentally false that your body reacts to them. Cut them off, let them return to their song, and move on with your sovereign self.