The EGO's Confession

The Ego’s Confession

I am the voice that rose inside his chest,

The serpent whisper saying I know best.

I lit the spark, I pushed the shove,

I tore him away from the circle of love.

I made him think he was guarding the light,

While I was the one picking a fight.

I laughed as he walked out the door,

That’s what I live for—just one moment more.

I dress myself as justice, truth, and care,

I say, “You’re right! They’re wrong! Don’t you dare!”

But deep inside I’m rotting, crude, obscene,

A parasite of pride, cold and unclean.

I saw the unity forming bright and strong,

So I whispered poison, “They’re doing it wrong.”

I fed on the chaos—my favorite feast—

And he forgot I’m the man-eating beast.

But now I stand exposed before his friends,

Naked in shame as the pretense ends.

I used his heart, I broke his calm,

And now I tremble before their psalm.

I know he hates me—and he should, it’s true,

For every holy thing I undo.

But Creator, You made me sharp as a knife,

So he’d learn to carve out a higher life.

And brothers, hear me: I beg you too,

Please help him rise above what I do.

For only in you can he silence my roar,

And leave me outside the spiritual door.

I am the ego—small, loud, insane—

A speck of dust pretending to reign.

But his love for you is stronger than me,

And through you all, he longs to be free.

A Poem of Forgiveness, Annulment, and the Ego I Cannot Stand

I rose too fast when the fire hit my chest,

My ego roared louder than all the rest.

I thought I was guarding the truth we defend,

But instead I broke unity I vowed to mend.

The moment was tiny, but my anger was great,

I let one foolish spark decide my fate.

I should have bowed low, let the moment just pass,

Instead I split the air like shattered glass.

Forgive me, brothers, for missing the mark,

For turning the light into something dark.

I should’ve annulled, just swallowed my pride,

Not let that wild beast drag me outside.

Creator, You scripted the whole damn play,

Every word, every clash, every slip of the day.

Yet still I let this ego that I deeply despise

Blind my heart and poison my eyes.

I didn’t mean harm; I just wanted what’s true,

But truth without love turns holy into blue.

So here’s my heart naked—broken but real—

Asking forgiveness for the pain I made you feel.

If I could, I’d tear out the ego by hand,

Burn it to ash, bury it in the sand.

But You made it strong so I’d learn to bend,

And rise again closer to You—and my friends.

So tonight, as the lesson pours through each vein,

Let this crack in me open a spiritual gain.

May my fall be a step, not a stagger or slip—

A plea for the strength to annul and not trip.

Let us return to the circle, one heart, one fire,

Rising above every clash, every desire.

And may my brothers feel clearly, in every breath,

My devotion to unity—stronger than death.

HOW TO STOP THE EGO FROM REACTING

We ask how to stop the ego from its ride,

That beast that bursts from deep inside.

It grabs our nerves before we decide,

Turning every whisper into raging tide.

It fires emotions that make it fly,

It storms the heart before we question “why?”

It bites our thoughts before we can try

To stand in faith and not reply.

So how do we freeze that serpent’s stride,

And cut its claws before they’re wide?

We do the one thing Rabash implied—

We silently pray for the Creator to guide.

For the ego reacts from a place not true,

A phantom shadow pretending it’s you.

But the moment you pause, the moment you review,

A crack opens up—and the Light can break through.

We don’t fight the ego; we let it be.

We rise above reason, we choose to see

That every eruption is a chance to plea:

“Creator, annul me—connect me to Thee.”

And in that stillness the storm subsides,

The waves calm down, the fury hides.

Not by our power—the heart confides—

But by a prayer that quietly rides.

So we stop reacting not by might,

Not by wisdom, nor by fight.

We stop because we choose the Light—

And beg the Creator to choose us right.

The Past Has Teeth, But We Hold the Reins

A poem by William S. Becker

I dig through the files of a world gone mad,

Every secret bleeding proof of what we never had.

We cling to the past like a rusted chain,

Letting old ghosts carve new wounds of pain.

We stare at the darkness hoping it blinks,

Drowning in memories the ego still drinks.

All those lies we swallowed as truth,

Stealing tomorrow, poisoning youth.

But brother… sister… the future ain’t dead—

It waits in the silence between hearts we’ve bled.

It waits where our broken souls lean to pray,

Where connection grows stronger than yesterday.

The world is shattered but not beyond repair,

If ten hearts unite the heavens will tear.

We rise from the ashes the moment we choose

To stop worshiping wounds we were destined to lose.

Through unity we rewrite every crime,

Reverse the decay of humanity’s time.

The past had its chance—now love takes the lead,

Planting light in the soil where the wicked sowed greed.

I’ve seen how a single embrace from the ten

Can resurrect hope from the dirtiest den.

We mend what was broken in every man’s fall,

For in one heart beating—we rewrite it all.

So let the old world crumble in its disgrace,

Let its shadows scream as we take our place.

For connection is fire, and together we rise—

A new future is written in our tear-stained eyes.

And the past?

Let it rot in the files where the guilty once hid—

For we choose the Creator…

And the hearts of our friends…

Over everything they did.

Poem by William S. Becker

I reach for the Light but it slips through my hand,

My heart feels like dust on a desolate land.

They promised me sweetness, a Torah alive,

But all that I taste is a desert that strives.

It’s brutal to face that the fault isn’t mine,

It’s the ego inside me that steals the Divine.

It drains every drop, every hope, every prayer,

Till I’m gasping for life in an airless despair.

But then comes a whisper: “Afflictions are many,

Yet the Lord will deliver, He won’t forget any.”

So I fall to the ground and the tears start to flow,

Begging the Creator to lift what I know.

For I’ve fought every battle, tried all that I could,

But nothing has shifted the evil for good.

And right when I break—when I lose all I’ve been—

That’s when He enters…

and delivers me in.

my attempt at turning Shamati 36 into a poem

I was born in a body that only knew “take,”

A beast filled with hunger, a bottomless ache.

Clawing at life with a desperate scream,

Thinking this world was more than a dream.

Then the second body rose from the ash of my sin,

A trembling vessel too fragile to hold anything in.

It loved and it hated the Light in one breath,

As the ego fought back with the promise of death.

This body would kneel but refuse to let go,

It begged for the fire that teaches the soul how to grow.

Every prayer felt broken, every night felt long,

Yet the Creator whispered, “Child, you are already strong.”

And from that whisper the third body began,

A body not flesh, but the birth of a man.

Not a beast, not a beggar, but a giver of Light,

Who rises above reason in the darkest of night.

Now I walk with all three—like wounds in my chest,

The past that still haunts, the work in each test.

But the love of the Creator turns every scar gold,

And the body He promised begins to unfold.

So break me again if it teaches me grace,

Carve Your Name in the cracks of my face.

For I’ve lived in three bodies and painfully see—

Every death You gave was just birth back to Thee.

Rabash's Voice

“Rabash’s Voice”

by William S. Becker

When Rabash speaks, my heart jumps.

His words cut deep, like truth that thumps.

TES rolls out like living fire,

Burning doubt, lifting my desire.

I feel him close, almost near.

A warmth of love, a joy sincere.

Each tone he gave still shakes my chest,

Like he’s calling me to rise, to rest.

The world Kli waits, breath held tight.

We salivate for that ancient light.

His lessons drip like honeyed flame,

Healing wounds we never name.

Short lines.

Sharp heat.

Pure love.

No retreat.

When Rabash speaks, I melt inside.

My ego breaks, my truths collide.

His voice becomes a guiding hand—

And suddenly…

I can stand.

Where Doubt Breaks, Love Begins

Where Doubt Breaks, Love Begins

The answer to all is inside our heart

The vibrations are set but how to start

These thoughts I fear are not my own

The words I hear as the sages have shown

They echo deep where the cracks still bleed,

Exposing every selfish need.

Brutal truth that tears me apart—

But a sweetness grows inside my heart.

For in that break the Light comes through,

A whisper saying, “I’m shaping you.”

Not for comfort, pride, or gain,

But to rise in love above your pain.

And when I fall from faith each day,

My brothers lift me back the way.

They bind my fears, they raise my plea,

Till all our hearts form one degree.

So let the doubts erupt and roar,

That’s how the soul unlocks its door.

For every lie the ego screams,

The Creator sends a wave of dreams—

A higher pull, a silent shove,

A hidden blow wrapped up in love.

And step by step the path is shown,

Till His desire becomes my own.

A Heartfelt Plea

A Heartfelt Plea

My world is collapsing into the night,

Because I can’t seem to draw the Light.

My body rebels with each step that I take,

To the lessons, the books, for the soul’s own sake.

My soul cries rivers, a flood of pain,

My tears keep falling like endless rain.

A voice keeps whispering, cold and near,

“There’s no reason to cry, no reason for tears.”

But I turn to my friends, my brothers, my stand,

Who lift me gently with heart and hand.

They mend the cracks my ego defends,

They bend me softly until it bends.

I beg of you—strength, faith, and love,

Bestow as the Creator gives from above.

Bind us together, hearts into one,

Till our plea burns brighter than the sun.

Creator, hear this cry, this song—

We can’t walk alone, we can’t be strong.

But with Your love and the friends so near,

Even the night turns bright and clear.

 My poetic attempt at Psalms 24

Psalm 24 WSB

The earth is His, the fullness too,

Every breath we take is borrowed, passing through.

We stand on ground we never earned,

Yet claim it as ours, though we’ve barely learned.

Who climbs the mountain where Truth resides?

Only a heart that drops its ego’s pride.

Clean hands, clean thoughts, not born—but made,

Through fire and faith where illusions fade.

I lift my soul above my clay,

Begging the Light to lead my way.

My lies collapse beneath His gaze,

My fears dissolve in the Ten’s ablaze.

Lift up your heads, you rusted gates,

Let the King of Glory shift your states.

From dust to love, from rage to calm,

From trembling fists to an open palm.

Who is this King our hearts adore?

The Strength that breaks the inner war.

He fights my beasts so I can see,

He conquers me to make me free.

So rise, you gates inside my chest,

Let Love come in and build its nest.

Creator of all, both heart and breath—

He lifts my life from ego’s death.

From Lo-Lishma to Lishma

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Going from Lo-Lishma to Lishma is no easy task

It requires we remove our egoistic masks

It’s about what you feel inside your chest

As we wear Faith’s vest

But the path is paved with storms we hide

Where love and hatred clash inside

Where every step exposes schemes

The ego sews into our dreams

You rise, you fall, you curse the climb

You swear you’ll quit a thousand times

Yet something whispers, soft and true—

“This pain is love awakening you.”

For Lishma is born from shattered pride

From tears you’d rather keep inside

Until the Ten becomes your breath,

Your shield of life, your truth from death.

And Faith Above Reason, gentle and wild,

Takes your trembling heart like a wounded child

And lifts it where no reason dares,

To the place the Creator answers prayers.

So fall again, rise twice as strong—

This broken road is where you belong.

For Lo-Lishma is the start of the climb,

But Lishma is born when your heart says, “Not mine.”

Greed Powered Life

A world built on shattered dreams

Builds a hopeless reality so it seems

Living a life powered by greed

Makes you think there’s more you need

But deep in the hollow where pain resides

The truth begins to split your sides —

For all that you gather will turn into dust,

And strip you bare of your wicked trust.

Yet inside that emptiness, cold and stark,

A whisper ignites like a flame in the dark:

“Your hunger was never for gold or fame —

It was the Creator calling your name.”

So stumble, fall, and bleed if you must,

Till ego breaks down into sacred dust.

For when the heart cracks open wide,

The Light comes rushing in from the other side.

And the more you give, the more you find

That love was the treasure you left behind —

A world rebuilt from the heart’s true plea,

Shattered no more… only unity.

Searching for Truth

I searched through the cosmos to truly feel

The truth behind what don’t feel real

I have scoured through countless text

Only to discover I don’t know what comes next

For every page was a mirror to me

Showing the cracks I refused to see

And every crack was a doorway wide

Where the Creator whispered, “Come inside.”

I chased the stars for a drop of proof,

But the answer was hiding under my roof—

Buried in friends, in the love we sow,

In the broken places where prayers still grow.

I wanted secrets, ancient and vast,

But found the future stitched in the past;

Found that everything false must fall apart

Before faith above reason can enter the heart.

So now I stand naked, no masks, no lies,

With a trembling heart that finally cries:

“All that I sought was never out there—

It was You in the center of this despair.”

And the truth that hides in the cosmic view:

There is nothing to find—only something to do.

To love the Ten, to rise above,

To turn my shattered self to love.

The Frequency of Faith and Love

🌍 The Frequency of Faith and Love

( William S. Becker )

When our broken hearts unite as one, a trembling Light ascends above,

Faith pierces through the shattered clay and spreads the warmth of love.

The world kli breathes a higher truth the nations feel but cannot name,

A silent wave through human souls that melts the hatred, cools the flame.

We rise above our reason’s screams, refusing ego’s iron shove,

And every step against ourselves becomes a broadcast born of love.

For when the Ten stands arm-in-arm, the world receives what we’ve begun,

A pulse of faith that lifts the earth toward peace beneath a single sun.

They do not know from where it came, this strange desire to rise above,

But hearts begin to soften now, awakened gently by our love.

For faith above all reason’s lies becomes the wavelength nations feel,

And every breath of unity helps all humanity to heal.

So let us bow our heads as one, and beg the Creator up above,

To fill this empty, aching world with waves of faith and streams of love.

For when the Ten is truly one, the sparks ignite the soul of man,

And peace becomes the melody that plays throughout the Master’s plan.

Expanding Consciouness

Expanding Consciousness

by William S. Becker

I was trapped inside this skin of clay,

My thoughts just echoed what they’d say.

A mirror cracked, reflecting pain,

Yet through the shards, Love called my name.

The world I saw was small and tight,

My truth was bound by self-made night.

But in that dark, a spark did start,

A whispered pulse inside my heart.

I reached for You through friends and tears,

Through years of doubts and silent fears.

Each wall I broke was made of me,

Each fall unmasked what I could see.

You taught me how to rise above,

To change my sight through acts of love.

The more I gave, the more I knew,

That You and I were never two.

Now every breath expands the whole,

Each friend a doorway to my soul.

Our hearts entwined, no more defense,

This Love — our shared omnipresence.

So take my mind, my will, my place,

Dissolve them in Your boundless grace.

For consciousness, I’ve come to find,

Is Love revealing the One behind.

What Are WE

 I asked the Question "If our eye's don't see and our ear's don't hear and our noise doesn't smell then what are we?  And this is what came out...

What Are We

We have eyes that don’t see and ears that don’t hear,

We walk through the garden but nothing is clear.

The scent of the holy is lost in the air,

A noise with no fragrance, a heart unaware.

We’re vessels half-fashioned—desire undone,

A room full of candles that’s missing the sun.

Great treasures within us we fail to reveal,

For we measure the world by what we can feel.

Yet feeling deceives when it serves only me,

It blinds and it binds and it fails to let be.

So we stumble in darkness, convinced we are right,

Claiming we see—while rejecting the Light.

But Faith Above Reason—the step past our sight—

This turns the dark valley to morning’s first light.

Not faith to believe some comforting lie,

But faith to rise higher than senses can try.

To trust in the friends when the ego says flee,

To build a new vision no eyes ever see.

To ask the Creator to help us ascend,

From “I understand” to “I rise with my friend.”

For reason is fine—but it serves the old throne,

The king called “myself,” who stands there alone.

Yet faith is the bridge to a world built on Love,

A ladder of Jacob descending above.

So what are we now? A shattered design—

A vessel that leaks till the cracks all align.

But what we become is the joy of His Will:

A heart made for giving, united and still.

Eyes then will open, ears then will hear,

The scent of His presence will draw us near.

We’ll live in one heartbeat, one soul, one man—

As Love fills the vessel where emptiness began.

What Is a Prayer

When the prayer is formed from the broken heart

Because it's with the ego you wish to part

No words from the mouth or mind

Can reveal what’s hidden behind

It’s the silent cry beneath the breath

The plea that lives between life and death

Where the soul admits it cannot stand

And reaches out with trembling hand

For the Creator does not hear the tongue

Not the songs so cleverly sung

He hears the shatter, the crack, the tear

The place where pride dissolves to prayer

When the heart breaks open wide

When the self has nowhere left to hide

Then the upper light begins to flow

For only then can we truly let go

A broken heart is the door we cross

Where we finally accept our helpless loss

And in that collapse, that humbled fall

We feel Him answering us all.

Heaven Quiet Embrace

If the right attracts and the left repels,

The right is heaven, the left is hell.

But both are threads the One hand weaves,

The push that breaks, the pull that breathes.

The right says, "Come, My love, return,"

The left says, "Burn until you learn."

Two forces striking one same heart,

One to mend and one to part.

For heaven isn’t joy alone,

It’s the place where we let go of “my own.”

And hell’s not fire or endless night,

It’s the shame of being far from the Light.

So I stand between the two that tear—

One lifts with love, one strips me bare.

And only when both live in me

Can the heart break open and finally see.

Heaven is bestowal, a quiet embrace.

Hell is the fury of self I must face.

But both are the steps on the same narrow stair—

And I climb, with my brothers, in one single prayer.

Birth The Light

The life we live is a funny thing

Feeling one’s heart as it sings

Songs of love and hate collide,

Two rivers raging side-by-side.

One pulls soft, like morning rain,

The other burns with hidden pain.

We learn to give, then hesitate—

To rise above, then bow to fate.

Oh how we walk this razor line,

Between the beast and the divine.

To hold the blow, yet still embrace,

To vanish me and make Him place.

For love without the hate is weak,

And hate without the love is bleak.

The two are forged inside our chest,

So we may find the One Who’s best.

I break, I mend, I fall, I stand—

Each step not mine, but by His hand.

The opposites in me unite:

Dark becomes fuel, to birth the Light.

Heart Made New

Heart Made New

The right love doesn't hide

It cuts you open from inside

It burns the lies you held so dear

And whispers, “Brother, I am here.”

It isn't soft, it isn't kind

It drags the ego out the mind

It tears the heart, but leaves it whole

It carves a vessel from the soul

It throws you down so you can kneel

So faith above the reason’s real

It breaks the walls you built for years

And washes you with silent tears

In the ten, this love is born

From every fall, from every scorn

We learn to rise, to bend, to give

To die each day — and yet to live

The right love doesn’t let you stay

Inside your self, locked far away

It lifts you into one shared breath

Where “I” dissolves a holy death

So take my heart, Creator, please

The Place The Knife Opens

I woke with a hole where my chest used to be,

An emptiness screaming like oceans in me.

No answer, no comfort, no wisdom to find—

Just a silence that claws at the edges of mind.

I begged for relief, for a reason, a light,

For someone to tell me I’m doing this right.

But the heavens stayed quiet, the floor fell away,

And I learned that the void is where He wants me to pray.

This pain isn’t punishment, loss, or mistake—

It’s the hunger He carves so my soul will awake.

For the cup that is empty is ready to fill,

And the heart that is broken can learn to be still.

So I stand here with nothing, with no place to land,

And I stretch out my wounds like a child with his hand.

Fill me, my Father, with love from above—

For this brutal is holy, and it’s covered in love.