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Writer's pictureJoel Wordsmith

Obfuscating the Highway

I once had envisioned a path. It's no esoteric direction as you may anticipate it to be. It was 6 years back as I was trying to enlighten the path to a single unified place where I decipher each earthly phenomenon with the lens minus the fog.


I grew in understanding exhausting the fog on mere corners by the narrative of the catholic bible. But the pieces to my unified thought of singularity didn't quite hold up.


I was in the south of India, mirroring my intricate expedition from being far from the truth.



I was stuck with a suitcase of “theological” books written by some cheap-jack doctrine clowns, promoting a rather lawless and cock eyed, blurry vision of some contradictions, hidden in contradictions like a spine-chilling nightmare that got you counting your steps to your bed before you sleep again.


I tried escaping reality because of the distortion of lying teachers in all factions. Perfectly placed like bricks, hindering a brook to potentially widen its flow of wisdom to coalesce into the unified truth.


Obfuscate: make obscure, unclear, or unintelligible, bewilder someone. e.g., “the new rule is more likely to obfuscate people than enlighten them."


So, what did I do?


Something counterproductive logically, but spiritually making perfect sense.

I decided to take on the fog! Like taking flight into the obscure path, scissoring through the obscurity with a chilling apprehension of the what ifs?


Pressing on, to land on the highway, miraculously unscathed.



The Creator micromanaged this chaotic path as an instrument of evolution and growth. I landed on the path of least resistance. A lightweight path of carrying an autonomous playbook and throwing each and every other book off the cliff, idols and everything! Books and added interpretative scholarly inventions out of any religion including widespread denominational Judaism I didn't acquire.


Found many a fake Rabbi's in town I did not sit down with, because I was commanded not to sit down with a janus faced human, especially one with a kippah and a shofar.


I learnt I must keep my ranks intact by ONE unified thought.

I dismantled all limitations pushed onto me through any religious gold-plated handcuff but held onto intuition.


I refused to be on every list but signed up for the blacklist of every organization.


No false rabbi, no priest, no false prophet needed in the mix, lest they leash you and take you to the gallows, promising you victory. I'm working to blast off the toll of deceit where the gatekeepers block the truth seekers.

This rigged game of football where thieves play with their hands is a very frustrating game to play.



So, I leave judgment to the Most High to destroy the blockade on the path of a truth seeker after he finds the highway through many a peril, only to meet a dead end with a humongous signage called RELIGION, MONEY AND POLITICS.


BEWARE OF LIZARDS / False RELIGIOUS LEADERS whose ethos still flickers even when they are dead and long gone, like a spasmodic tail.

I challenge the toll and press forward despite the deception.


Before I close, let me add a few final cookie bits for you to think about with intent.


The right answers are directly proportional derivatives of the right questions.

So please, brazenly ask!

Because you live only once!


1. Would the Most High, the Great Grand Creator make the path only for the "Rich" and "Elite" or rather the self-proclaimed "Blue Bloods"?


2. Would He make it mandatory for His people to go through a multi-layered surgical conversion process for any religion to enter in a covenant with Him?


That's all from me, enjoy my poetic spin for some merriment.


 

Obfuscations
// poetry

The fog, The fog,
Illusory particulate acrimonious cog,
The internal rebellion is a deceptive dagger,
The murderer turned out to be the family dog.

The Bloodlines want "purity"
They bury us in dunes,
There are wicked watchers patrolling,
As "light-bearing righteous peons."

You ask them a question
They retort with a vicious bark!
What they preach is what they desecrate,
The contradiction is stark.

Like a death toll on a highway
The last stage is sealed by cowardice.
They want no one to ascend the stairway to the truth,
The real enemy is prejudice.

No human needed in the way
The Creator called us from the 4 winds of the earth,
False teachers and pundits are dime a dozen,
The truth seeker needs to avert this very dirt.

Money-launderers haven:
Religion, politics and the likes
When I say “Autonomy, Truth and Integrity”,
It's the expulsion of these unruly financial bikes.

By this erroneous logic,
Closing the doors on the authentic one's,
Now I understand why "the masses went",
But I also understand why "Joel Runs".


 

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