The Faux Pas Press #155: To Reforgive is to Reboot

 
















The Faux Pas Press #155

To Reforgive is to Reboot

By Chambo Fresh

Reality seems nothing like reality. Forgiveness seems like the weakest thing I've tried. And some days when the Universe isn't corresponding to my boot plan. Something real to me dies. But what does it mean to be a game changer? To thrust when other forces just meander. It means to run only the programs that you desire most. It means to let go, let God? Surely it must mean forgive.

Isles of forgiveness await us in the Ocean of Consciousness. But out in the dreary sea of time the voyager loses hope. He remembers the Shores of Numbness - how real it felt. Good. Bad. Mediocre. At the very least it was real. And regrets his choice - that choice to sail the tempest, to brave the deep and frightening Oceans of Consciousness. The only refuge the Fool finds out there is forgiveness. That is reality. The material world is not. Isles of Forgiveness where we can rest a while before braving the deep. Brave the deep of human consciousness. But we must brave the deep, must brave the deep.

Regret can be a slimy kraken in the Ocean of Consciousness, especially inside the mind of an addict, and in continues to lurk patiently while we hoist our sails and plot the course. The kraken can be summoned in many subtle ways; it can be a slimy kraken moving stealthily under the ship, making just enough noise to scare us - to convince us that the ocean is too unforgiving. I must protect myself constantly against guilt, against regret and the self-accusations concerning my past.

If it is necessary, I must constantly reforgive, reboot the system with fresh applications, accepting myself as a mixture of both good as well as bad. Am I braving the deep? Or will I settle for nothing less than the human impossibility of spiritual perfection. I must plunge, searching for any lurking creatures, especially for left over guilt which can, when I am unwary, damage my purpose. To stop kicking myself and pointing out my imperfections - all those lesser qualities which detract from the ideal and conscious me. No longer do I need to be unreachably, inhumanly perfect, but just spiritually whole. When did we allow evil to become stronger than us? Such is the nature of evil. In time all foul things come forth if they are not dealt with - the slimy kraken deep in the Ocean of Consciousness. But we must brave the deep.