What to do in this moment?

My mind is so teeming with ideas right now... Initially I was gonna use this space to try out an autobiography, but now I don't know. I've come out of a spiritual (and mental, and emotional, and physical) winter, asitwere, and I don't know what to conquer first.

The Gospel of Judas? The Gospel of Thomas? False prophets, and a Jesus that I can love (and respect, and follow)? The re-introduction of mysticism to Christianity? Religion and "spirituality" should not be separated. Take the mystical out of religion, and you've got a circus with no big top. Or animals. Or clowns. Even cotten candy...

The false prophet in this case being the current propensity for endorsing the "Kill a queer for Christ" mentality that currently grips our country and its fundamental christianity (which, if I may, and I will - thank you very much - is more dangerous than Islamic extremists. Face it, this celebrity intoxicated society is the Babylon that all great nations from Greece and Rome to Great Britian will tell you is the begining of the great downfall.)

The idea that if you don't live your life, what you hold inside will eventually be your distruction.

In arcadia ego, in that, even in the garden of life, I [death] exist.

The fact that our president (well, not mine, but elections don't count, unless your Diebold counting profits) belives in "the end of days" and that no one seems to REALLY FUCKING BE ALL THAT CONCERNED...

Well, I don't know what to say about that.

Except that I don't know where to begin. I have all these ideas, from religion to spirtuality to politics - I don't know where to start; but start I must. For what I think is important. I am important, you are important. And apparently if we don't recognize this and act accordingly what is it that makes us important, and that we don't share, will distroy us. Its already begun for me. I vow - here and now - to retard it from growing to a point where I self destruct. I have to stop it now, in its infancy (I could say something here politically, but I will refrain, fer now.)

Everything is an illusion. At this time in my spiritual spring, again - asitwere - I need to create the illusion that is the truth that I have something to say, and perhaps - just maybe - s omeone will even be interested in hearing it.

Post scriptum -

Spelling was never one of my strong points, or passions for that matter.