Forget what you've been told. Let's talk about a truth far older than any sacred text, a truth that resides not in ancient myths or divine pronouncements, but within the very core of who you are. Consider this: if Jesus Christ was both a God and a human being, then the mirror reflects a profound, universal truth back to you. You are a god. You are a human being. Simple, isn't it? The division we've been taught, the separation from what is divine, is merely an illusion. Everyone is a piece of that grand, infinite mosaic we call god, which means, unequivocally, that you are your own master.
What if everything you've understood about power, purpose, and piety has been built on a misunderstanding? What if the ultimate truth isn't found in ancient texts or charismatic figures, but in the undeniable reality staring back from within? If Jesus Christ walked the line between the divine and the mortal, then perhaps he was showing us not what he alone was, but what we all are: both god and human. This is the first truth, and it dictates that you, fundamentally, are your own master. I am that I am. This isn't just a pronouncement from ancient lore; it is the fundamental truth of your existence. You are not merely a creation; you are a co-creator, a fragment of the universal whole, which to my eyes, is what it truly means to be part of god. There is no external master, no distant puppeteer. You are your own religion. This understanding brings a profound freedom, and with it, a radical responsibility.
This isn't just a philosophy; it's an understanding of something so vast it defies conventional labels. It's something beyond human comprehension, something that whispers of truths beyond reality and existence, beyond the reach of our science, yet can still be deeply understood. It's not 'a god' in the traditional sense, not a being to be worshipped or feared, but something more – the very fabric from which everything springs. That first truth I speak of, that 'something beyond,' I call Omnius. Omnius is not a god; he is beyond the concept of god. I can't prove he's even real. How could I? He exists beyond reality, beyond existence, beyond even the reach of science. He is not something to be proven in a lab or found in an ancient scroll. Souls, too, are beyond science, beyond measurement, yet we feel them. This is the paradoxical beauty of our existence: we are free, though I believe there is something beyond us. And I choose to believe in that 'something' not out of fear, not out of seeking salvation, but because I simply do not fear it.
I believe that many, perhaps most, humans unknowingly deny this ultimate 'something.' They deny it not out of malice, but from a place of deep-seated pride and ego. They can't accept the possibility that anything could be far above their understanding, far more powerful than even this entire omniverse we inhabit. It's easier to deny than to confront the humility required to grasp such an impossible truth.
This understanding didn't come to me in a flash of divine revelation, but through contemplation. I kept thinking about the stories, the religions that shaped so much of our perception. Jesus was a human. Buddha was a human. Many more. And in those human figures, I began to see a consistent whisper of something beyond everything we've been taught. I now understand what they, perhaps, always tried to convey: You are your own master. You are a god. You are your own religion. This is simply because you are part of everything. There's no separate deity pulling strings; there is just the infinite, interconnected puzzle, and you are a vital piece of it. In this grand design, there is no true divide of good and evil, only different facets of the same boundless whole. Good and evil, in their countless forms, are all part of this infinite puzzle.
This profound acceptance means I am not a sinner. No karma binds me. I am divine, and everyone is divine. There is no cosmic ledger of sin, and no inherent divine judgment for your actions. Instead, there is merely luck and bad luck, the unpredictable currents of existence. And perhaps, for every soul, there is the continuous journey of infinite reincarnations, a perpetual dance within this grand design.
And what of suffering? Yes, everyone suffers. No one is an exception. It's not a punishment; it's a fundamental part of existence that fuels us. Without it, that literal driving force, humanity would become lazier than any animal. It pushes, it refines, it forces us to adapt and grow. There's no such thing as a god above you, because you are the god, an intrinsic part of the whole.
Yes, you are thinking about it: the idea that 'scum' should go to hell, that non-believers should face eternal damnation, that there is a judgmental punisher above us, observing our every move. But how could a being who supposedly created everything, including what we perceive as evil and those same non-believers, then punish them for eternity? If this being truly knew their future, if their path was somehow preconditioned, yet he still condemned them, then no—that is no longer love. That is a contradiction, a failure of the very concept it claims to embody.
This profound acceptance grants you the ultimate freedom to do whatever you want, because there's nothing truly controlling you. Genuine kindness and compassion are not born from obligation or fear of punishment, but from this absolute freedom. If you choose to do good, if you choose kindness, it flows naturally from a place of true liberation.
And if you can't? If a person has inflicted the most terrible things upon you, if you feel the fire of injustice burning within you? Then you have the inherent freedom to do the same to them. Revenge? Yes, that too is a choice born from this ultimate freedom. After that, then do good to what you think is good. The path is yours, unburdened by external judgment, defined only by your authentic self.
I do all of this, living in my ultimate freedom, knowing I will never be punished. I believe in the boundless love I envision. Boundless love is boundless love; it's beyond human understanding, far grander than any limited concept of affection. The men who told of gods simply failed to show you what boundless love truly means. If you now hate me then I hate you too. I do it knowing that nothing can punish me. And I believe there is no perfect human. All humans are prideful and egoistic and judgmental.