Horrible Sanity

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.

Edgar Allan Poe the American writer, poet, editor and literary critic was part of what’s called the 19th century American Romantic Movement. His works have stimulated the imagination of people all over the world. Some folks consider him a founding father of modern science fiction. He published The Raven in 1845, and he became an instant celebrity.

We take our beliefs about reality as truths so we don’t question how and why we are living this physical dream. We concoct invisible assumptions and they form and color our personal experiences. But, some of us dig into the rubble of these half-truths and find gold nuggets of awareness waiting to be absorbed by our ego consciousness. For others, beliefs are set in stone. Their reality conforms to that rigid objectiveness. When we stir the sand in the deep chasms where beliefs originate, aspects of the self begin to saturate our ego consciousness. They patiently knock on our door of awareness and wait for an answer.

Our conscious mind is always trying to open the door and allow awareness to shine a beacon of truth on our half-truths, but our preconceived ideas are forceful foes that block out our own innate intelligence. We often blame our mysterious subconscious for the fear that overshadows our real self. We have been educated to believe that this so-called sub consciousness is not conscious even though it is actually the conscious mind sending signals from the inner self. These signals alter our belief structure so we are trained to fear and ignore them. The door to the inner door has been shut tight by man-created laws and rituals that worship an entity that is separate from the conscious mind. This ego generated atmosphere of man-made power is easier to believe than believing that the self has never been separated from the source of all power. The concept of original sin conditioned the ego to block the conscious mind, and the inner awareness that we consider a form of insanity.

Poe described his flowering awareness like this:

I become insane with long intervals of horrible sanity.

The horrible sanity that exists within our judgmental beliefs structure is beginning to break down, and the ego’s hold on the conscious mind is becoming more of a homogenize blend of insanity that is opening our awareness to the folly of our own irrational fancy about the singular self.