Ok, here’s the deal: I don’t believe in entities.

I don’t believe that there’s a bunch of spirits or beings roaming around the dimensions with the specific purpose of haunting, attacking or leeching off of humans.

I definitely don’t believe in evil and I don’t believe that it exists as a natural opposite to good.

A friend of mine once said, “evil exists in equal proportion to good. It has to. Because you’re good Alana, there’s also an evil version of you running around in the world”

Well, we’ve been making up and receiving stories for years, and that will continue. It’s how humans understand and pass knowledge. How they exist here on Earth without losing orientation to the planet and astral projecting out of their body mid-life. It can be grounding.

People feel secure when they have something to believe in. When they understand. They want to know why.

I had a few mini-internal crises during the last months. I was overwhelmed by the stories as Christians, Buddhists, ISKONers, spiritual friends and atheists all shared their version of ‘the story’ with me, often unsolicited, as it goes.

Was I crazy for believing that none of them were necessarily true?

Being bombarded with stories only left me feeling like the story didn’t exist and questioning whether subscribing to a story at all mattered.

I firmly felt that you could live life, contribute and evolve as you were designed to without devotion to any particular teaching, without being lost.

I remember how it felt to have been diligent about respecting human, animal and plant life on earth, to be told by a man who had a history of lack of diligence that I wasn’t an adequate partner because I wasn’t ‘saved’.

But we have the same values…it didn’t add up to me.

Why couldn’t you just learn from life and from any story you encountered along the way? Why did you have to be so devoted to one? It seemed the more important part was to learn, which many leaning on their belief as the ticket out of here neglect.

I had a friend in college who would buy clothing, try it on, then return it more than anyone I had ever known. Being someone who did what they were told without questioning at the time, I didn’t understand the idea of ‘shopping around’ so much. I bought it, I keep it, no?

When the fear I had lived in wasn’t so heavy, I started to reignite my curiosity and with it, came the ability to question reality, my beliefs and what I was being told. I finally understood my friend’s strange behavior with clothing. She was trying things on to find what best fit for her, even if it took more effort to do it.

It is really easy for people to believe what they are told when it is in our nature to want to believe in something. Most people accept what’s presented to them as the truth, out of fear or following, and this practice robs them of their unlimited nature and potential.

There are hundreds of stories and ideas about why we’re here and how to live successfully…how to achieve true liberation, freedom, ascension, Godliness, fulfill their purpose, rise to heaven, get off of the Karmic wheel, etc.

When did it become wrong to trust in your own power, your own discernment or in the source speaking directly to you?

When did we take the compass and hand it over to a human power?

Why not take the time to decide what you believe? Whatever you decide is what is going to manifest or seem true anyway.

So, what’s the harm in shopping around?