Guilt, Piety and God

In those ancient times when man forgot the divinity of his being, he lost himself in the inconstant tides of duality, setting out on a journey toward the limited realities of his humanity.
His soul sank into densities so heavy that they turned into a terrifying experience of pain. The bottom of the swamp is dark, and worms, passions and demons live there. Not because it is dark, but because man chose to lose himself in the movements of the world and stopped remembering the living consciousness that vibrates in everything that moves.
Blind and lost, man fought. It was not really a fight, but an organic reaction of despair trying to reach the surface to breathe the pure open air that flows above that swamp of dualism.
Wanting to return to the infinity that reigns within himself, he tried to think himself. And to think himself, on the plane of duality, was to think of another. So he created God, in the image of his thought and in the likeness of the heartrending sufferings man felt in the red flesh of his humanity.
The struggle man waged to escape the misery he himself was conceiving was, in truth, the cause of his sinking. For had he relaxed, he would have floated up without effort or delay. But that was not all: his unstoppable urge to fight was the expression of life that filled those places where man located his perception. That is, he was fighting to get out of his urge to fight.