By Cathy Eck
People are Perfect
I’m writing this article from the ARE (Association for Research and Enlightenment) library in Virginia Beach. The library was founded by “the sleeping prophet” Edgar Cayce; it houses the Cayce Readings. Most people don’t know that it’s the second largest metaphysical library in the world. The first is the Vatican.
Those men in funny hats and robes might look like they don’t appreciate new thought, but they’re immersed in it. We share the same information except I share everything I learn and know. They don’t. I want people to thrive because I know people are perfect. They want people to survive only to support the illusion. I see life as a creative experience; they see it as a competitive game. I see heaven on earth now; they see it after death.
Religion was founded on the idea that people are sinful and stupid at the core. People aren’t worthy of the truth, nor are they able to handle it with their small minds. I couldn’t disagree more.
I wanted to return to this library to let go of some painful memories. I loved every minute in this library, but it was my escape. I came here looking for answers, and I found my Self. At first, I just wanted to be able to explain life to my kids. The way people read the Bible, they contradicted themselves constantly, often in the same sentence. The Pope made rules and then dropped the rules when people quit going to church. Telling my kids that Santa was the giver of presents and then later telling them that lying was bad seemed hypocritical.
In the end, it wasn’t about the books in this library. Somehow, this place triggered my True Self. Marinating among the pages made my Self stronger. My perspective changed back to my childhood perspective, my emotions started guiding me, and my natural discrimination returned.
Ancient writings have a sinister beauty about them. If you read them as stories about the mind or the psyche, they’re beautiful, congruent, and pure. But if you look up to them from the physical perspective, they support the illusion and are completely disempowering.
From the True Self perspective, man was powerful, God’s precious child, and perfect. From the physical (false self) perspective, man was sinful, dirty, and badly in need of fixing. Yet, both perspectives existed in the same story. It was all about where you stood as the reader. Did you stand at the top of the triangle or the bottom?
For a long time, I would see both perspectives at the same time in the same story. It drove me crazy. I realized that the perspective that made my heart sing wasn’t the perspective that everyone believed. I wanted to free my friends and family. But they weren’t as enamored with my discoveries as I was. They saw me as a heretic, and suddenly I knew what that word meant.
Hera in Greek mythology was Zeus’ wife. She saw through his shit and called him on his game regularly. While his minions looked up to him as God; she knew he was just a wimpy man. He needed his big trident to feel important. Hera beat Zeus at his own game; over and over again, she proved he was an imposter. He hated her for exposing him, but it was exactly what he needed to be free of his ridiculous false self.
This is the job of the feminine. It discriminates using emotions. Perpetuating the illusion required turning Hera into a first-class bitch. A heretic was someone who speaks the truth that exposes the illusion. When you discriminate or live from your True Self, you’re a heretic — welcome to the club. When we fear being a heretic, we stay in the illusion. The road to freedom is paved with courage.
My Inner Hera
While my days in this library were filled with joy, my nights were filled with tears. I didn’t like being seen as an evil bitch — a heretic. When I shared my discoveries, I was mocked, told I was going to hell, and told I was completely crazy by everyone, even those who supposedly embraced new thought. I learned that people are terrified of exposing the illusion because heretics haven’t lived long in history (his story). In fact, religion has made the True Self into the devil. Thus humans invent infinite ways to fix the effects of their thinking rather than just address the scary cause.
Finding the answers took a few years. Figuring out how to explain it so people could understand it took longer. Getting the confidence to share it took a few more years. I knew the truth sets us free. I knew that people deserved this information even if they didn’t know they deserved it. But I was terrified to share it.
I realized that I had to let go of the judgments and beliefs that I’d accepted from society. I had to free myself first — eliminate any doubt in my own mind. In a strange way, I came to admire the game makers. They pulled off a good one. As I saw how they created the illusion of power, the power started to dissolve.
As I continue to let go of my own beliefs, everything becomes right. I get the right words and the courage to write them. The right people read those words. It’s not a miracle; it’s normal. Winning in the illusion is about doing what’s easy; freedom from the illusion is about letting go so you can do what you thought was impossible.
I share what I’ve learned so that others know it’s safe to be themselves. As I sit in this library, I’m reminded of how far I’ve come; I’m also reminded of how far I have yet to go. But as I sit here today, I’m much more content with the journey. In fact, I’ve grown to enjoy it.