In the ancient times, man made idols for himself and created fake deities. Those idols -evident to the eye- established the belief system of man.
Man worshipped the ones whom he had created by his own hands and he attributed the power to them.
Those idols have been carried over from generation to generation and when their birth has been long forgotten, their fake powers grew stronger. Man has lost the true source among this world of idols in which he had relied upon full faith.
The time has come up, all the idols -evident to the eye- have been broken to pieces. Man has been guided to the true source of belief. Yet, the rebellious fake deities who existed within the garments of those idols, did not accept this annihilation. They waited in the depths of man’s mind ready to steal his power and faith and they put man’s heart into an ever-twisting wringer of discomfort.
The fake deities had to change their shapes in order to re-generate themselves. Old appearances have been annihilated once, now they were in need of new garments. And the new garments have been sewn by billions of trickery in today’s world. This was a perfect disguise, now their mission was quite easy because they were not obvious anymore. In these present forms, sometimes they have been disguised as one’s work, partner, child, friend, boss and someone whom one admired or thought powerful; sometimes they have been one’s home, car and all the possessions that made him comfortable or his assumed identities; at other times one’s view of life or the ideas that he stood for. They surrounded man by all those and they enfolded the faith of man within fear, anxiety and empty promises.
Time has passed, the light and the dark continued to dance.
Time has come, the light and the dark continued to dance.
Each time, man searched for life in his struggle for existence. In vain, man searched for life in false images. Forgetting his true self and forgetting to look inside, man always searched the power outside.
Weakness brings loss. Man’s disbelief in himself became his utmost weakness. Rebellious fake deities captured this disbelief and made it their supreme power. Man expected a solution for his fears and expectations from those idols of today, disguised in different garments, but to no avail. He became the slave to the material world, a captive of his own emotions and thoughts.
‘I’ as what man thinks as ‘myself’, in the hands of rebellious fake deities suffering the torture of thousands of thoughts, did wait… sometimes already has forgotten the way out and other times disoriented in search of the way.
Waited, so that the day would come and he would remember again. The belief in life and in the true power of creation, he could find in himself once more…
When he finds this belief and the true source, the single thing man would do is to break the idols one by one.
He will break all the idols of emotions and thoughts within his heart, which he has created by his own hands, stealing his power, destroying his belief and trust in life and in himself.
He will be rescued from all of the addictions which establish the chains of those idols in the material world.
Only then man will free himself from tyrannizing his own existence.
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Many thanks to Şebnem Bora for her help in the translation.
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