AGE OF DELUSIONS: IS REALITY REALLY AN ILLUSION?

When humans first gained consciousness, I believe, they only had to behold reality as it appeared, and to make speculations from what they saw, heard, perceived, and felt. The world faired well. Our present age has destroyed this wall and has erected the false doctrine of complete falsities.

        Today, our world is perverted with series of talks on the inconsistency and frailty of human perception, how we create realities that do not exist and never will. The great thinkers tell us that our senses altogether deceive our minds, and now, we are drawn the more to the conclusion that nothing really exists—that all things are ILLUSIONS.  How true?

      I marvel at this level of insanity. It began slowly with a few affronts against religion, pronouncing the belief in heaven and the Creator as false, delusive—illusive. A man has written a book called, The God Delusion. Today, men do not only declare heaven “not real,” the earth, the entire universe, according to our own modern quantum physics, is also declared inexistent. Today, we hear also that the idea of individuality is yet another illusion.  “Not real,” “Not real” has filled the mouth of real humans who are supposed to be living in a real world. All blames strictly go to our senses: that there are faulty, that they present false realities to us, and that nothing is actually what we think it is. Indeed, according to these new beliefs, nothing is truly real. Amazing!

     But, if everything we perceive is an illusion, if nothing is real, if the entire universe is just a sensory make-up, what is this great “thing” that knows that all things are not real?  Can a deception spot out deceptions? For certain things not to be real, other things must surely be real. If nothing was real, there could not have been a “Not real,” and finally, it is our very knowledge of reality that gives birth to the knowledge of illusion. Therefore, for one to say that all things are not real is to make a great blunder, for the speaker must be real to know and SAY that all things truly don’t exist. The senses deceive, yes; our minds deceive; yes—but not always, and not in regards  to ALL things.

      Perhaps, our senses and minds lead us to false perceptions, but we can actually not know that our perception is faulty without the same senses and mind that once misled us.  It is clear therefore that we can’t do without these, and therefore can’t completely condemn these great organs and declare them worthless.

     I see to it therefore that all things are not illusive. How can we ever KNOW that everything is false, except there is at least one real entity—our knowledge or our cognizant being? This sort of speculation or science, though quite appealing to the mind, are but human madness at its peak; nature, logic, and faith certainly do not agree to this hilarious “delusions” doctrine.                                                

A JOURNEY TO NOWHERE

                                      

         All is said and done, and we have come to be born, in this other world of odds. But there is more ahead; ample realities lingering to unfold; all creations waiting for our manifestation.

                  Brought into being by reason of eternal reason, to be that which we were created to be, many have sung the praises of this divine design; and have we not heard, that we are on a journey, that the world is not our home, and that all earth is like a giant Jerusalem or Mecca? O, and now I know that I am a pilgrim, too—sent not into one of these hallowed nations on earth, but to earth itself. Indeed, all have embarked on this journey: you and me, and all of humanity. Though amidst a host of skeptics, who see no reality beyond mere matter and mortal mind, our truth, this very divine journey, remains ingrained in our hearts.

               But are we indeed on this sacred path, and is God still visible on our screen of thoughts and deeds? And if this be a journey, what shall its end thereof be? What shall befall our other self when this feeble self sinks below? Yes, this is the question that so frequently sticks to my mind, as the sun springs up at each dawn. And, long ago, the answers had danced into my mind, and now I know. For there is a glorious magnificent place ahead of that soul who shall, beyond the odds and dirt of this vile world, take the path of the creator and achieve the ultimate purpose set before him or her. O joyful world: a world of glamour and unmatchable grandeur.

                Who shall reach this graceful destiny? Only few…very few; for humans below are full of vanities. The path of life, many have strayed away; the love of God has in many hearts decayed. And now, are we still contemplating these fantastic lingering realities, when here on earth, many of us still live like dead things, thinking of no eternal journey, nor giving room for godliness? Many have left the safe shore, and have dabbled into the ocean of endless doom, yet, still hoping to ascend a ladder  which their very lifestyles have rendered inexistent.

              Fruitless, futile ventures have flooded the fertile mind of humans, and souls are lost in the thick forest of wrongdoings, hunting but shadows of dead antelopes, seeking solutions where there is none. At 5.am, the clocks tick in clamors, and many humans scuttle to cars, boats, trains and planes, heading to cities and nations, to work, and work, and be worked for. Writers write, thinkers think, teachers teach, students learn, doctors prescribe, lawyers speak, and the architects design mansions and scrapers. Everyone is busy—none seems idle anymore. Money is cultivated and wealth is spilled within and afar; families are still raised, and funs abound as more funds emerge.

         Things have fallen apart; or have they not? The world of music has fallen beyond repairs, and obscene beings have become the role models of the young ones.  Vain trends have stained our days. Addictions of terrible hierarchies, heinous acts have filled the human mind, and pervasive politics have polluted pure piety. Who still thinks of that beautiful land of wonderful bliss, the golden destination of humankind? Is there still a journey, and are we still among the pilgrims? I shall not speak for all. Let each soul answer this question. For if we remain on this path of nothingness and vanities, it is certain, that this journey shall unfailingly lead many humans to unparalleled tragedies. 

         O, alas I send my plea: may our journey on earth not in the end, be like a journey to nowhere.