There’s a force filled with fear, mediocrity, uncertainty, ignorance and selfish interests.
Illuminists called it established religion.
By historical definition, the difference between a sect and a religion is based upon the number of followers.
Blind crowds, masses following blindly anything just to feel safe, accepted and rewarded, in a way or in another, in this life or into supposed next ones.
A genuine, personal, spiritual contact seems to be impossible, poisonous fruit of madness.
Still, in the century of wonders and hi-tech, masses dumbly swarms like in medieval times.
An honest contact is polluted often by personal needs and concerns, obscure mirror of human fragilities. I don’t know if I should feel guilty or proud (both?) For having traveled the planet searching for truths, answers, meeting remarkable men, to be useful for myself and the whole community.
A Saint if magick works, charlatan if it doesn’t.
I have looked for God within like Thomas Kempis, developed the Sense of Infinity like the Congos, reached and pursued the Samadhi.
Does it make sense when people just want to mate like rabbits, smoke pot and get drunk and watch TV?
Iron Age effects or everlasting and rusty same stuff?
Probably the common person, the ignorant, the unaware, the brute is the best product of Nature, integrated fully with nature without questions. Fully illuminated into its ignorance.