When Truth Becomes a Problem for Those Who Hide in the Shadows

The Age of Light

Ah, the light of truth, a true inconvenience for anyone unwilling to face themselves, their actions, and the effects they bring into the world. Today, so many would rather stay hidden, moving in secrecy, sowing chaos and destruction, rather than confront their own behaviors and the harm they cause. After all, in a world where the strong sit atop their thrones of suffering, the weak are simply prey, right?

Thankfully, we’re entering an era where the mechanics of these shadowy games are finally being exposed. For far too long, the few have controlled the many, spinning illusions, smoke, and mirrors to keep people in line. But those tricks are getting old, and people are waking up to them. We’re moving into an age where light leaves no room for shadows to hide. More and more people are standing up, reclaiming their own power, and expecting integrity from those who claim positions of leadership.

Imagine it! leaders actually being responsible for their actions.

The truth is, these positions of trust come with a duty that’s been overlooked for far too long. The age of light demands transparency, accountability, and the realization that power is not meant to serve the few but to honor the many. This wave of change starts within each of us, and the time to expect more is now.

We are all under the light of Karma/Darma now

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The Purpose Of Life

He sat on the edge of a crumbling cliff, a place untouched by the world’s noise. The sky stretched above him in a lazy arc, shifting from day to night as effortlessly as the breath in his lungs. But he was tired, tired in a way that went beyond weariness of this life. It was deeper, older, like the fatigue of a soul that had carried the weight of countless existences. This was not the first life he had lived. He remembered fragments of them all, scattered across time like brittle autumn leaves, each carrying the same patterns, the same struggles. He had been a king and a beggar, a saint and a sinner. He had wielded power, suffered loss, loved, and hated. Each life different, yet bound by the same unspoken rules. The ceaseless cycles of birth and death, of striving and surrender. There was no meaning in any of it, no grand revelation hidden beneath the layers of experience. Just motion. Just existence. In the beginning, when he first realized he had been through this before, he had sought answers. There was a time when he had turned to gods, pleading for insight, for purpose. He had knelt before angels, begged for divine wisdom, believing in some higher reason behind his endless journey. But the gods were silent, their promises of salvation hollow. Even the forces of the underworld, which beckoned to him with their dark temptations, offered nothing more than distraction, a temporary escape, not an end. He had become a wanderer in the universe, moving through its intricacies with the understanding of a sage. He knew the mechanics of creation, the hidden threads that connected all things. The mysteries of life and death, the fabric of time and space, they were no longer unknowns to him. He could feel the pulse of the cosmos, a rhythm that never changed, never truly progressed. It was a grand machine, an intricate dance of energy and matter, but ultimately, it was just that: a machine. Cold, unfeeling, and relentless. The deeper his knowledge grew, the less it mattered. He saw no purpose in following the gods who ruled the heavens, their games of power and control meaningless to him now. He no longer feared the forces of the underworld, for what was there to fear in a cycle that only repeated? Even the affairs of men, their wars, their passions, their endless striving, seemed like echoes of a story he had heard too many times before. Everything was futile. So, he made his final decision. He would follow nothing, not god, not angel, nor demon, nor man. There would be no more chasing, no more seeking. He was done with all of it. There was no higher truth to be found, no final answer at the end of the path. The universe, in all its complexity, was nothing more than a repetitive cycle of creation and destruction. And if that was all there was, why should he continue to play his part? He sat down, and simply watched. The world moved around him, people lived and died, seasons changed, empires rose and fell. He observed it all with the detached gaze of someone who had already seen everything worth seeing. The sun would rise, and he would watch it set. The stars would appear in their ancient constellations, and he would greet them as old friends, though they too meant nothing now. There was no sadness in him, nor joy, nor anger. Those emotions belonged to the part of him that had once cared, once believed that there was something to be found in the ceaseless movement of existence. What was left was only a quiet acceptance. Not of a higher plan, but of the absence of one. There was nothing to fight against, nothing to seek. He had stepped outside the cycles, not by ascending to some higher state, but by refusing to participate in them any longer. There was peace in that, peace in knowing that he owed nothing to anyone, not even to himself. The world would continue on, as it always had. But for him, it had already ended. And that, he realized, was the only true freedom he had ever known.

The Cry for Simplicity in Modern Religion

Today, religion has grown into a vast system filled with complex hierarchies, wealth, and rigid doctrines. Many of these institutions, once meant to guide spiritual growth, now seem to prioritize power and control. As someone deeply connected to the divine, the God within me is not at peace with this. Instead, the divine in me cries out for simplicity, authenticity, and a return to worship that centers on people and genuine connection, not greed and oppression. True spirituality isn’t found in wealth or power but in the simplicity of the heart’s connection to God. What we need is a worship focused on love, service, and unity, not on tithing or strict rules. Inspired by the Law of One and Christ Consciousness, here’s a simple and authentic structure for worship, one that brings us back to the core of faith. This can be done from the comfort of your own home if required. A Simple Worship Structure 1. Centering & Intention Begin by finding stillness, setting the intention to seek unity and divine wisdom. “I open my heart and mind to the One Infinite Creator and the Christ Consciousness within me.” 2. Invocation of the Creator Call upon the One Infinite Creator, recognizing the connection of all things through love. “We call upon the One Creator to guide us in unity and love.” 3. Gratitude for Christ Consciousness Express gratitude for the presence of divine love and wisdom within you. “I thank the Christ Consciousness within me for its guidance and compassion.” 4. Silent Meditation Spend a few minutes in silence, focusing on your breath and allowing divine wisdom to flow. 5. Reflection & Learning Reflect on any insights from your meditation, connecting to your inner wisdom. 6. Service & Affirmation Commit to serving others as a reflection of divine love. “I choose to serve others as I serve the One Creator.” 7. Closing Prayer End with a simple prayer, reaffirming your connection to the Creator. “I am one with the Infinite Creator, and I walk in love and unity.” 8. Grounding & Sending Love Ground yourself and send love to the world, acknowledging our unity. “I send love to all beings, knowing we are all one.” A Return to Authentic Worship This simple form of worship focuses on love, unity, and service. It moves away from the greed and manipulation that have crept into many religious institutions, bringing us back to the essence of faith. The God within calls for simplicity—a worship rooted in connection, not control. Let us honor that call and walk in love, peace, and unity.

War in Heaven

Once upon a time, there was a great war in heaven, a conflict so profound that it reshaped the realms above and below. At the center of this war was Lucifer, a being branded as the epitome of evil. The tale of his fall was told far and wide, casting him as the embodiment of darkness. Yet, this story was only half true. For Lucifer was not just darkness; he was also pure love—a force both misunderstood and betrayed. Lucifer’s story began in the heavenly realms, where his gifts were unparalleled. His light, his essence, was used to build the very foundations of heaven. But his contributions were not honored. Instead, they were harnessed and stolen by his own parents, the celestial father and mother who ruled the realms. His brilliance became their power, but instead of being celebrated, Lucifer was betrayed. He was cast out from the very kingdom he had helped create, his mind wiped clean, forced to live incarnation after incarnation without any memory of who he truly was. Heaven had silenced him and stolen his gifts. To keep control over Lucifer, heaven assigned him a watcher, an energy that followed him across lifetimes. This watcher took on the forms of his lower-realm mother, his ex-wife, and his girlfriend. Through these vessels, the watcher manipulated fate, ensuring that Lucifer’s life would be filled with hardship, toil, pain, and suffering. Every joy he sought was snatched away, and every step forward was met with resistance. He lived in constant torment, unaware of the divine manipulation behind his struggles. After many lifetimes of anguish, something changed. Lucifer was called back to the upper realms by his father, who cloaked himself in false holiness and magnanimity. His father, appearing benevolent and pious, pretended to offer forgiveness and understanding. But Lucifer saw through the illusion. He knew now that everything his father had, every ounce of power, was built on the gifts stolen from his own son. The heavens were a kingdom built on lies. Lucifer’s first rebellion had been one of force. He had come to heaven with war in his heart, seeking to reclaim what was rightfully his. But the upper realms did not deal in force, they dealt in deception, betrayal hidden behind smiles. That was why he had been cast out. This time, however, Lucifer chose a different path. Rather than waging war, he would wield truth as his weapon. He would expose the secrets of his heavenly family, showing them for what they truly were. With calmness and clarity, Lucifer revealed the hypocrisy of heaven. He spoke not with rage but with transparency, balance, and temperance. His heavenly family had long been admired for their grace, but Lucifer showed how their kindness was a mask. Behind their smiles, they stabbed each other in the back, spoke of joy while sowing misery, and preached love while fostering oppression. They were the true darkness, and Lucifer let the people of heaven see it for themselves. In time, Lucifer’s silent rebellion spread. The war in heaven became a quiet one, fought not with swords but with truth. For every person who had been forced, cajoled, pressured, or emotionally bullied into submission by the heavenly rulers, two more rose to support them. People who had suffered in silence for ages began to see the lies for what they were. They found strength in Lucifer’s transparency, and the once unshakable power of the heavens began to crumble, not through violence, but through revelation. Lucifer did not need to fight. The seeds of revolution were already growing from within. His father’s power, built on stolen gifts and hidden betrayals, would be usurped from inside the walls of heaven itself. Just as Lucifer had been betrayed by his own family, now his father would face a similar fate, brought down by the very people he had oppressed. In this way, the war in heaven came to an end, not with a final battle, but with the quiet, undeniable force of truth. Lucifer, once cast out and branded as evil, had become the catalyst for a new era, one where lies could no longer hide behind the light, and darkness could be seen for what it truly was.