The legend of Prometheus who stole the fire of the Gods (spirit) and gave it to humanity, providing the spirit that allows for setting them free.
The caring metaphor of a loving spirit source that turn the right
believes into faith.
In modern literature we find books like, Prometheus rising from Anton Wilson giving explanation of layers in consciousness or a neuropsychological manual of how to program the mind.
Eastern philosophies provide an understanding how to create intentions in the mind to ensure the inner experience of things coming to together towards a unified coherence in reality.
The subconscious mind is the book of life and is
the infinite intelligence within.
Most of our mental life is
subconscious and mirrors the outside with the inside not able to read the book
of the self and creating the right reflection.
The physical world is energy and particles that create matter, depending
very much on the mind of the observer.
In the subconscious mindful
attention, particle and matter become energy that responses to the mind. Dark
matter and its attractions to the light are the constant creations in the womb
of the universe.
The biology of beliefs is
to know only what needs to be known, giving that stillness the key to supreme
performance and sincerity.
Attention is what we choose
to focus on and defines the quality of life.
As long the intellect and the
free will is happy to go along with the constant stream of mediocrity and
stupidity, being deposited on the mind, we know only the price of anything but
have no value of it all.
Transcendental
self-attention or informed bewilderment is the daily existence that maintains
the human isolation.
There is a tremendous
treasure of loving philosophies in the self, which is the source of
consciousness, once it is discovered.
What lies beyond can be
found only if the mind is still.
Then what actually takes
place in that silence is the only concern.
Loving
faith is not only the longing, but is the conception and living will, that it affects.
Prometheus flame is the guiding light in the self.
Faith reaches what all
reason fail to touch.
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