Old Hippie: I'm so sorry about your sister. Having come really close to doing the deed myself during the worst of my depression, I understand the anguish at least a little.
You are not alone in needing that burning bush. The following is something I wrote a couple of years ago. I still feel this way:
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This was actually part of my meltdown. Discovering the extent of the duplicity and deception on the part of the Society was the start of a chain reaction that was entirely, to my dismay, out of conscious control. I lost my faith. The fact that is was a childish and
wholly unfounded faith is irrelevant: fact is, I thought I was on a rock but I was floating in midair. I thought I was grounded in reality, and I was living in a dream world.
The realization that I could be so wrong about reality was a real shockeroonie. I found myself, for a while, going around like a shellshocked soldier saying 'What is reality?"
(Flash to the sixties, wow! Exactly like crazy Dave P. on acid, he used to cry and freak out and ask that question, and I secretly laughed at him, the poor rootless bastard, and now I understand him TOTALLY!)
Then I realized that nobody has a clue, there IS no secret word to make the Whole Thing Understandable, no Key to the Mystery, no codebreaker. Every paradigm shift I experience is a prelude to another layer. The Universe is an onion; I am way too slow a
peeler to uncover the heart of the matter, and anyway I have already cried a river: I quit! Let the onion keep its secrets, let other younger sturdier souls peel that root; I am done singing along with Dark Side of the Moon and mourning my lost youth and chances.
If God has information or work for me It will have to spell it out slowly and clearly, in my ear, in front of two or three witnesses so I know it's real. Otherwise I will continue to live one day at a time, as best I can, and to hell with religion and other philosophies. The rest of my life is for me, and my child, and if God is displeased with this It can bill me for thetime I was supposed to give It, the attention I didn't pay It.
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The rest of your life is for YOU, friend. Pray if it comforts YOU, otherwise, go find your joy in whatever you like.
Love
Mommie Dark