Tales of the Wanderlust

Hear all! No not all, only those who can see things before they happen, only those whose hearts, souls and minds are open. Those of us who don't see numbers but value, those of us who talk with your inner you. Hear all indigo spirits, If you feel your life is a Topsy-turvy Déjà Vu   If you feel that you are Winnie the pooh If you speak fluently an unknown tongue If you seem to grow not old but young Hear those who yearn, To return to the warmth of the mother ship to take the final mission completion trip. Those who search everywhere for a sign, did you forget that the stars are ever benign? Soon Jupiter & Venus shall shine above the horizon Mercury will join the celestial procession. Then the pathway to heaven will be thrown open leading us to the land of twinkling purple sun.

For the past few days a soup has been simmering inside my mind, an eclectic mixture of Objectivism, Laissez Faire Capitalism and Libertarian Socialism. No to mention the anarchist inclinations that makes me take an anti establishment stand. The aroma that arose from that pot was both tantalizing and invigorating. It led to one of those phases in life when one questions everything that is internal, values, attitude, ethics, philosophy and Faith.     But, can faith be questioned? Is it not placed on the pedestal of untouchable sanctity?   The answer that emerged after a prolonged strife is that yes for the former and no for the later. Whoever says that faith is unquestionable is wrong, no two ways about it.   Faith has to be questioned time and again. It is only after going through the furnace of questions do beliefs transform into faith and that why, beliefs can be superstitious but faith never. The more we doubt and interrogate the more pristine it becomes. Actually ...