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To the OP with your original post I would say why can't we believe what we want to believe until we don't want to believe it anymore?
Why do we have to struggle to be perfect? And whose definition of perfection are we talking about?
What is Truth to one person is not Truth to the next. I read one place that Truth is not really revealed until like 5 dimensions further up.
That the Creator/God/Universe lets us believe what we want to believe until we are ready to believe in something else. I like that.
I like a Creator that allows us to bloom on our own, naturally. That is one hellofa parent. True unconditional love.
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