FREEDOM TO LIVE
If I can persuade myself that I am ready to die each moment, then all becomes well. No fear. For me or for others. We will have freedom to live without fear - we will all be all right in the end.
But: Hell
The trouble is, I acquired from my upbringing a deeply-rooted assumption that I will go to Hell. Either because that is my fate - predestination. Or because I have not the strength and courage to do right.
Silly?
I guess. But it is deeply rooted in the subconscious, and it comes in my dreams early mornings. Nearly every morning.
But the mind is its own place...
If each moment, each blade of grass I pass, each word said by anyone to me, is seen as part of the invisible circle of life to death, and death to life, as J B Priestley saw in his vision of millions of birds being born and dying and being born... then all is well. Beautiful even if ugly. Special even if common. To be loved even if hateful.