People use the word responsibility all the time. Some times in reference to things that they feel that they have to take care of and other times in reference to other people and their lack thereof. The word can be comforting or it can cause pain. It can be a weapon or a healing balm. It’s use and meaning can vary over time and space. To different people, it can mean different things. In different parts of the world it can mean different things. And yet, for such a powerful term, it is curiously unremarked upon.
re·spon·si·bil·i·ty (r-spns-bl-t)
n.pl. re·spon·si·bil·i·ties
1. The state, quality, or fact of being responsible.
2. Something for which one is responsible; a duty, obligation, or burden.
If you break the word down into its component parts it looks something like this:
re·sponse (r-spns)
n.
1. The act of responding.
2. A reply or an answer.
3. A reaction, as that of an organism or a mechanism, to a specific stimulus.
a·ble (bl)
adj. a·bler, a·blest
1. Having sufficient power or resources to accomplish something: a singer able to reach high notes; a detergent able to remove stains.
2. Usage Problem Susceptible to action or treatment: The brakes were able to be fixed.
3. Especially capable or talented.
A duty then. A burden, an obligation to respond, reply, react or give an answer and being capable or having the resources or power to accomplish it.
We are responsible according to our own personal choices to self, family, friends and society to varying degrees. We each have examples in our lives of things that we feel that we are responsible for. Responsibility is a choice.
It is a choice to respond and the ability to do so. To react to a situation in a capable manner.
Individually, we are each responsible for our own thoughts, words and actions. Because the mind can be controlled, every thought that we have is a choice. Because the muscles that move the body can be controlled, every word we say and action we take is also a choice.
We don’t have to think certain things. If we choose to and practice, we can turn off the constant running chatter of thoughts that passes through our brain. Dwelling on the past and the future is not necessary. Dwelling on thoughts of people and situations that give rise to feelings of jealousy, avarice, hatred, passion or even love is a conscious choice. It is a choice that takes us out of the moment, out of the Now, and into the indeterminate space of contemplation, removing us from our outer environment and immersing us within the inner creative environment of imagination and emotivity.
The thoughts we allow our minds to entertain are always of the imaginative variety as none of them are based in reality in any way other than containing a cast of characters based upon real people, or a series of events based upon what we think are potential occurrences given the information that we possess at the time. How we recall the past, how we create the future with our thoughts is totally constructed by the series of synapses and connections within our neural nets and the emotional content that the images give rise to and that we use to determine which potential path holds the best possible outcome for our current emotional state and belief system.
None of it is real until we attempt to make it so. We remember selectively. Our perceptions are bounded by our capacity to process information and our knowledge bases, which limits our ability to understand everything going on around us. Often, things did not happen in the past in the manner that we envisioned, nor did the events hold the emotive weights to others that we might have given them at the time.
When we think about current events, our perceptions fail us as well. We do not have all of the information, and yet we attempt to forecast other people’s actions, or how situations will play out. None of it comes to pass outside of our minds and in the ‘real world’ in exactly the manner we had envisioned it either because there are other actors involved. Other people who are acting out the plays they’ve also envisioned in their minds. The Comedy of Errors that our lives then become is in direct correlation to the lack of clarity and knowledge that we bring to the table in each circumstance and instance of interaction with other sentient beings and the natural world.
The interplay of multiple consciousnesses engaged in personal, mental dramas upon the sound-stage of 3D reality is life as we know it. Our engagement with the social system and our interpersonal connections to others comprise our levels of responsibility. The social compacts that we agree to as we mature within the different cultural realms of production across the world determine the nature of that responsibility.
As individuals living within greater systems that integrate ritual and belief in a criss-crossing interweaving of institutions and interactions, lesser and greater forms of coalescence around ideologies and material manifestations of such in all areas of people activity including capacity limitation, intellectual bounding, moral culpability, interpersonal interactivity and individual and collective responsibility, we make the conscious choice to maintain the system with our acquiescence and our mental and physical support. We become the system and uphold the system as an agreement with others within the system.
Our responsibilities are then determined by outside forces that we have internalized. Our choices are then bounded by a complex of ideas and formulations that limit our capacity to respond creatively to life and to the unlimited potentialities that surround us because of this mental encapsulation that we subscribe to and represent in our words and actions, if not our thoughts. We become beholden to family, to friends, to society. We limit our thoughts, our words, our actions based upon what others think of us or because of our fear of the potential ramifications of going beyond the boundaries and the imposed responsibility of societal production.
Responsibility in the cultural sense often has to do with the continued propagation of society. Inter-generational societal production. It is almost as if cultures were alive, thinking and conscious entities comprised of countless individual souls who live and die within them much like cells within organic bodies. They are born and die without remark but the body lives on. Humans engage different processes of societal production during their lifetimes, acting very much like cells and we often attempt to pass on our roles to our children, who then pass them on to theirs. We re-create what are often outdated memes as we are conditioned to do even as the world changes around us. Culture must conform to the world within it is expressed, response must be commiserate with ability.
At a certain point, those who seek freedom through spiritual practice come to recognize the limitations of societal responsibility and make different choices. It becomes possible to recognize personal responsibility and to cast off imposed structures that are not necessary for one’s own progress in life. But the ramifications of such are not without consequence. Social censure and castigation, banishment or disowning, disapproval, anger, disappointment and every other form of emotional and physical punishment available, even unto bodily harm and death, are the potential costs an individual must pay for their mental and physical freedom.
The higher notions of philosophical and spiritual responsibility of collective involvement and interactivity is bolstered by the quantum realities of entanglement and superposition. Everything and everyone is connected in a web of consciousness and choice is a matter of perception and attention resulting in the collapse of the wave function into a pattern of lived reality corresponding to personal knowledge or belief. We are individuals acting within a collective, affecting it but possessing our own unique perspectives. We engage others’ perspectives and enter into and exit different time-lines and realities with the course of each series of thoughts, words and actions. This is the real nature of responsibility: to be true to ourselves and, by doing so, being true to the whole.
The only physical responsibility we are born with is to ourselves. Whatever we do is our destiny; is the way it is supposed to be. The only spiritual responsibility we are born with is to our own evolution of consciousness. However we individually evolve is of benefit to the All, is an expression of exactly how things are supposed to turn out. Everything else that we pick up along the way that cause us to doubt ourselves, to self-flaggelate and to entertain worry and regret is to misunderstand the nature of incarnation and life and to misappropriate time and energy upon pointless recrimination.
Life is not designed to be thought out, it is designed to be lived. Taking it as it comes, immersing yourself in the Now opens up the vistas of possibility unto the infinite, releases flows of energetic potentiality that expand human ability beyond dreams and material limitations. Choose your responsibilities wisely and make the choices that lighten your soul instead of those that increase the burden. Accept where you are and what you can do based upon your options in the Now. Be prepared for immediate change by keeping your mind clear and open and watching for the synchronicities that lead you upon your soul’s perfect path.
But mostly, do what you have to do. Own your thoughts, words and actions without regret. It is our most pressing responsibility in life.
Samadhi is described in Buddhist tradition as the awareness of Self transcending thought, and refers to the state of perfect stillness reached by the meditation practitioner through which deep insights into reality can be obtained. Samadhi exists beyond duality, beyond the confluence of the material world and the dichotomous presentation of light and dark by which we interpret the vagaries of experiential living contextually.
It is believed by some that the state of Samadhi is an end in and of itself. An experience of Oneness, of Unity, beyond which there can be nothing further. In addition, that the goal of meditation is to reach this perceptive modality and to abide there in perpetuity, beyond the necessity of interacting with the material world in any fashion other than procuring food and drink to sustain the basic functionality of the body for the purpose of continuing engagement with the higher states of transcendent BEing.
While the state of Samadhi is a necessary step in the training of the mind and reclamation of the body’s natural ability to engage disparate capacities of the spirit to enter and explore alternate realms of existence, the total denial of the body and material existence in favor of a dependent and illusory preoccupation with transcendent meditative states belies the very purpose of existence as set forth by the Buddha himself regarding the 4 Noble Truths – the Middle Path – and the 8-fold Path.
The fundamental contradiction of following a spiritual path while living a material life is well known in all traditions and walks of life. The high aspirations of spirituality set forth prescriptions and commandments regarding the qualities expressed by those who exemplify the highest vision of the religious system, Buddha and Jesus are two clear and popular examples.
And yet, what is not formally recognized and accounted for in these traditions is the necessity of the human entity to encompass all forms of material existence and to experience all desires native to her or his incarnate character in order to bypass and transcend them, thereby moving up into a higher state of consciousness and vibratory BEing-ness. Until an individual has fully experienced something to their total satisfaction they will continue to seek it. A man will continue to watch porn until he’s had enough, an addict will continue to do drugs until she’s had enough, emotional addictions will continue to obscure clear discernment and thought processes until the individual has had enough. It is only at this point that it is possible for anyone to put aside a behavior in order to embrace a higher form of existence. An ethical nature cannot be faked. It must originate from within the individual which will result in its manifestation in his or her words and deeds.
Underlying the formal philosophical traditions and religious systems that currently enjoy primacy across the world lies a pervasive energetic reality that lends expressive potentiality to these systems and forms the very basis of their potency and re-connective capacity to that greater or deeper experience of reality upon which all of our individuated and subjective perceptions depend. This sub-stratum is infinitely malleable and suggestive, sensitive to thoughts, feelings, impressions, resonant to intention and will and the very stuff of creation employed by each of us in our moment by moment experience of this super-reality through the lens of our subjective interpretations.
This energetic reality is accessible by individuals through different modalities. In the formal religions, the Word, Logos, as the manifestation of original causation, acts as the tool by which sound resonation as energetic inflection and directive motive force shapes potentiality into prescribed formulations commiserate with the spiritual system in question. Christians and Muslims intone certain prayers, Buddhists do the same. Individuals repeat affirmations or mantras, subtly affecting their reality in the context of the greater shared reality imposed upon them by their chosen paradigm through which the greater reality is codified and manifest.
In these formal religious systems, individual initiative is not generally prescribed for the majority of practitioners past prayer, supplication or exhortation of the Divine. The wisdom traditions of these systems, on the other hand, allow for a greater experiential understanding of the super-reality. For Christians it is Gnosticism, for Muslims, Sufisim. For Judaism it is Cabala. Other formal religious systems have their higher priestly sects and secret traditions available only to initiates and acolytes who take and maintain extreme vows of secrecy and fealty. Any cursory examination reveals the underlying tenets these mystery systems share in common which approximate the greater energetic reality, prescribing methods commiserate with that specific religion’s culturally and societally interpretive energetic functionality.
Basic laws of energy and motion apply at the level of individuals and groups. Karma expresses a conservative interpretation of interactivity between people and their environment, the laws of motion apply to intent and will as expressed through action, reaction, the resultant consequences and ramifications. Whether individuals navigate life and its experiences by way of a religious tradition or of their own volition each thought and action contributes to this overall energetic interrelationship reverberating into both past and future through the medium of the eternal Now.
This realization, once internalized, reveals the absolute dependency of both extremes of the di-polar material and manifest reality. Good must be opposed by evil, light must precede dark. An action must result in a reaction, every initiative has a consequence, all energetic releases rebound, no matter their orientation. The actual mechanics of this systemic default defy common understanding as every good deed results in a bad one, every positive thought gives rise to a negative.
Understanding the state of the balance as represented by yin and yang where each aspect rises and falls accordingly necessitates a spatial and temporal viewpoint outside of manifest reality, looking back in. A good deed done 100 years ago may result in a negative occurrence 200 years from now. An evil done a year from now may result in a good that happened a thousand years ago. Outside of time, the balance is maintained beyond the ken of mortal understanding and incarnation-bound interpretations dependent upon time-strictures understood by the logical and limited mind.
Life is for the living. To spend it seeking skillful usage of certain sets of tools and then to not use those tools in the process of life is to put off their use till a later point. Lifetimes spent meditating in Yogic retreats in the Himalayas result in the re-birth of a Yogin as a skate-punk in Los Angeles, enlightened from a young age despite all logical protestations to the contrary. The current resistance of many to the indoctrinations of the formal religious systems reflect this understanding of reality as souls that have incarnated on this planet time and time again return now rejecting the doctrines of their previous lifetimes in favor of a more individuated experience of spirituality and life.
Young Rimpoches are overturning centuries-old Buddhist prescriptions, Christians and Muslims are increasingly seeking more integrative and tolerant expressions of their spiritual viewpoints in a world of ever-increasing diversity and conflict. The western New Age movement flowers with potentiality as individuals seek new ways to show reverence to the Divine, while, permeating it all, oppositional forces continue to divide and confuse, to insidiously cultivate fear and distrust, to subtle pervert or overtly lie in order to distract as many as possible from the life-giving Light and into the death-dealing Dark.
The understanding that this is the natural and normal state of BEing must be internalized. Acceptance of the world as it is must precede any real understanding of it, just as acceptance of the self, the ego-based personality construct, is necessary before any real understanding of the Self as a higher form of consciousness can proceed. Accepting the necessity of navigating the fields of light and rejecting all doctrines which attempt to gainsay individual will and initiative frees consciousness from the constraints of limitation and opens up the vistas of possibility to reveal an endless array of realities awaiting full manifestation.
Accepting full responsibility for individual spiritual evolution is a fearsome act of courage. Moving from a position of seeking a savior outside of one’s self to becoming one’s own savior is a liberating exultation of consciousness and oneness of BEing with all of Creation and beyond. God Without and Within as expressive of the truism, As Above, So Below, is the realization of Jesus’ exhortation to his disciples:
Psalm 82:6 – I said, “You are Gods, sons of the most high, all of you …”
John 10:34 – Jesus answered them, “Is it not written in your law, ‘I said you are Gods?’
Life is awesome. Each moment, magical, another tick off of an ephemeral clock counting down towards death. The terror of each breath taken in that context can only be allayed by a minimalization of conscious reverie, an unconscious acceptance of the illusion of immortality and a fixation upon anything that does not remind us that death awaits us all. By taking control of consciousness, exploring what lies beyond the material senses, it is possible to go beyond belief and knowing and actually experiencing the eternal and infinite nature of the soul. Fear dissipates instantly when consciousness is inundated within some aspect of the super-reality.
Accept the challenge of life and seek answers for yourself rather than waiting till Sunday or some other spiritual crutch to be told. Life is too short to waste another minute.
Thoughts filtered by the sepia-toned haze of reverie, impressions of golden rays of sunlight, the green of vegetation in the distance, an astral city in the foreground.
Empathic resonance filtrates consciousness as the sidhis natural to the fugue-like nature of the dream-state are employed without remark, subtle and clear impressions result in the following impressions:
I am currently at a school campus of some sort. It’s really a small, impossible city dedicated to spiritual practice. Impossible because it feels like home and yet I’ve never been there before. It feels like I’ve lived there for an eternity and yet this is my first remembered experience of my sojourn in this wondrous space and place.
I am not alone. To the contrary, there are many present. I do not see figures; instead, wavering, flickering columns of light indicate the presence of other souls. Similarly, the surroundings are also mere thoughtspressions of implicit materiality; the buildings are not fully expressed, they are only partially manifest, gaining full coherence in passing as thought and conscious awareness exists beyond mere perceptivity, encompassing the greater meaning implicit within higher dimensional experience, inevitably diminished, lessened, many of its natural nuances and subtleties lost in translation between there and here, between the super-conscious and the conscious mind, once returned to the normal, waking state.
There is great anticipation amongst the souls gathered. Today is the day. Today it will be announced who the Master has chosen. Or rather, who his extended perceptions have determined has reached a certain level of experiential resonance.
My allotment of consciousness within the greater collective is equally yoked to the expressions of our shared spiritual dedication, I am no different from the others, only one of a group, just another practitioner. When the announcement comes, it passes through us all like a wave, settling in me like a ball of golden light, the very essence of the energy that surrounds us, permeates our essences, gives individual form to our collective formlessness, differentiates what cannot, in essence, be differentiated. In this state of BEing, all communications are telepathic. Images, words enter us each directly and yet, quixotically, they pass through us all, resonating, reverberating simultaneous and complete understanding, spiraling outward and upward, inward and downward, instantaneously passing through the consciousness field of our excited anticipation.
“You are enlightened.”
I feel shock when I realize that he means me. And yet … resonance. I feel the surprise of the group. I feel their surprise turn to joy and congratulations. There is no animus, only good will and a total acceptance of the Master’s determination. There is also, now, a feeling in the greater collective of inevitability. As if my being chosen was now understood by all as a foregone conclusion. It is at this point that my consciousness splits and I become aware of the lucidity of the experience, of my dual perception between this astral realm and the material world and my ability to navigate the experience willfully. I become aware of the multi-dimensional aspects of the gathering, the space it is being held in and its participants, its visceral clarity and immediacy and the material and spiritual ramifications such a vision heralds.
I feel the shock of the announcement which completes the perceptive separation and deepens the emotional and psychic tenor of the event. And yet, immediately, I feel my connection to the collective diffusing yet tightening, as if a coil of darkness had cut me off from the group and was spiraling inwards into me, eviscerating my sense of clarity and choking off the implicit oneness of our interwoven experiential matrice of consciousness. I feel myself alone even though I am not. I feel myself growing smaller, my part of our golden collective grown colder, more silvery. I feel fear. I feel doubt. I do not feel enlightened.
“I do not feel enlightened.”
The words arise in the instance – I actually say them – and yet around me, nothing has changed. The collective remains, but my experience of it is now muted. I know they are there, but now, I am separate.
I am to go to the Temple. To the place where the Master resides. I walk through the city, slowly. It is a trip down one street, a right, then a small building on the left side of the new street. I am still separate. Still doubtful. Wondering if a mistake has been made. But how can that be? I am chosen. The Master has chosen me. He cannot be wrong. Can he? I enter.
The Master is sitting on a mat of some sort, elevated on a block of rock, or a table, some form/structure of indeterminate nature. From him exudes waves of pure potentiality, of peace, of calmness, of an utter and permeating consciousness beyond bound or knowing. He is the Master. He watches me as I fall to my knees, a beatific smile on his face. He is a small man, perhaps a bit portly, perhaps South Asian or something else ethnically melanated, his enveloping robe golden. Before him, I feel inadequate and I know he knows what I am thinking without me even saying a word. And yet, in my smallness, in my doubt, in my uncertainty, I say it.
“I do not feel enlightened.”
If anything, his aura intensifies. His smile grows wider, his eyes sparkle and beam with kindness and love. I am awash in the glow of his energetic cloak; it is as if I am stationary in the heart of the sun, golden energy streams and spirals of intention and potentiality permeate the sub-space of this astral realm. He nods slightly and makes a gesture with his right hand in my direction.
“You are (already) enlightened.”
It is at this point that my conscious mind realizes that there are multiple dimensions of conversation occurring simultaneously. I am aware of the Master’s statement, the mirror of his previous assertion. The others are still with us but in my perception they are distant, although they must have been privy to my doubts as certainly as I was capable of tapping into the collective myself and reading the thoughts and feelings of any of its participants.
Simultaneous to the Master’s statement and gesture my consciousness field separated from the astral form of my student identity. The movement was slow, turgid, mechanical, I felt it simultaneously in this world and in that one. The movement was one of an energetic form moving upward a very specific and measured distance and then turning at a mid-point, rotating around a fulcrum, the focus of my primary perception curving backward so that my “eyes”, which had been facing forward, would have then been facing upward and slightly to the rear. As my primary energetic form left the secondary astral form and the separate and tertiary awareness of my physical form in the material world increased, the scene around me disappeared.
The Master, the golden energetic emanations, the small building and room all dissipated and I found myself entering into a space that I have not been in since I was twelve years old. A space of utter formlessness, a void of total completeness and complexity and yet utter emptiness and simplicity. A place filled to overflowing with love and unity and vast, indescribably potentiality. The feeling filled my entire being and I lost myself in it, remembering it, enjoying it for what it was, experiencing the pure bliss of a return to a source, a place of utter familiarity and perfect peace. I basked in that space, reveling in the pure energy of the eternal and infinite Now, extending sensors of consciousness outwards, testing, tasting, experiencing, wondering, knowing that I could stay here forever.
Knowing that choice was possible was the key. Knowing that this space of love and unity and potentiality was eternally available was enough. I chose, after what seemed an interminable and yet must have been a relatively short period of time, to return to my body and waking consciousness in order to integrate the experience. With that decision, I felt my consciousness descending through what seemed to be a misty and densely-packed field of subtle emanations separating this higher space of potentiality from regular consciousness. A definite space of transition exists between the higher state and the normative state that lies in that space between waking and sleep, between alpha and theta brain wave production. I was then fully Awakened. I glanced at the clock and watched the time turn to 11:11. The date was March 22, 2012.
I sat up and looked around in the darkness of the room. I was filled with clarity. Emotional and mental patterns and blocks that had been manifesting themselves in more troubling and greater frequency in recent weeks appeared to have been washed away somehow. I went about my day, engaging in an energy session later that evening, during which, I was able to participate equally and engage in energy work at higher dimensional levels, visualizing and co-creating astral structures of immense complexity with like-minded souls. The next day came and went, as did the day to follow and the day after that. During all of these days, I experimented with my state of mind and emotions. My ability to observe my thought processes seemed enhanced, I was able to pinpoint patterns of behavior and habitual response mechanisms that I had previously been unable to separate from my stream of normative interactive engagement with other people and the world. What these tropes were now missing was the pre-requisite hypothalamic cellular bombardment of neuro-peptides leading to emotional engagement that had previously fueled their expression. Now, they were conscious choices and I was curious to note that I still engaged in some of them, just because it was expected of me and as an expression of my egocentric personality complex. I did not have to but I did, knowing that its expression was limited to choice and that it was possible for me to release the detritus of behaviors and thought processes that were no longer applicable.
3 days of experimentation and observation have led me to the understanding that this change was real and has resulted in an elevated sense of the moment, of a heightened perceptive ability which I am able to draw upon at will. I have come to the understanding that the movement of my astral form from the dream-form of the aspirant to the space somewhere between there and the material world was a specific type of maneuver that is indicative of accessing certain innate capacities of the human psyche and that anyone who can actuate this potentiality can indeed visit the same space that I hesitate to name and yet must be some form of Samadhi and experience of Nirvana. The release that has occurred afterward seems indicative of a form of moksha, or release from suffering, from anger and desire and the travails of samsara.
The cultural baggage attached to the term “enlightenment” is heavy and I fully recognize that many will doubt, question or demand proof. I am not attached to terminology and if it all only means that I have been able to experience a different state of understanding that the vision chose to express using the term “enlightenment”, that is fine. That does not concern me as the definitive state of where I am mentally and spiritually is an expression of this moment in my own personal evolution and so the term and its fulfillment are relative to my own state of development rather than some abstract understanding put forth by religious paradigms corrupted by centuries and millennia of fraud, deception and misdirection of the world’s populace.
I do not feel any different, really. Perhaps I am not. I feel like the same person, I just feel clear. I feel light. Emotionally unencumbered. Unburdened by thought if I so choose. As if each moment is new, each thought is new, each experience is new. I am not beholden to the past, to neural nets and synaptive connections that have lost their utility in my current formulation of self and identity. I know that I can choose those things at any moment. I can choose to take on old patterns. I can reprogram my mind to be the way it was. It has been 3 days. Perhaps it is only a temporary aberration in my consciousness field. Or, perhaps, it is a total life change. We will see.
I look forward to continuing the exploration of this space of experiential BEing-ness. I feel as if a transmission was uploaded into my biology and my genetic encoding changed, shifted, evolved. I feel the same, and yet, different.
A contradiction, I know. Yet another one in a weird life filled with them. My journey has wended its way across phantasmagorical plains and through illusory and meandering perceptive fields, high and austere heights, pulsating hills and warbling, resonating dales. The terrific mundanity of banality has been allayed by unexpected and undeniable flights beyond the fantastic, leaving my median norm far beyond what most deem “run of the mill” experience. But it is my life, my choices, my Experiential Cornucopia of Everlasting Delight wrought with dichotomous fancies and fallen foibles, terrible mistakes and fated inspirations, imperfect loves and perfect hates. I finally claim it, in all its high strangeness, without regret or apology. Whatever happens next will most certainly be interesting.
Postscript (3-28-12): An excellent video that explains what Enlightenment truly means, beyond the hype.
Soul’s full bloom opens with the light of dawn’s bursting frenzy, illuminating somnolent night.
Through the eyes of love, creation blossoms; birth, death and rebirth cyclic and eternal scions of divinity’s conscious intent.
I suppose awakening fully to the knowledge that you’re not being all you can be is a daunting prospect. Realizing that all that you’ve done during your life is only a portion of what you’ve always been fully capable of is an indictment of intention and purpose that really begs the question, why?
Why do we not live up to our potential? What choice is it that we make that leaves us lying in the bed watching motes of dust dance on sunbeams as the morning passes and midday approaches and we listen to the cars in the distance, floating gently in recrimination and soothing, non-judgemental daydreams? At what point do the circumstances of your life reach a critical point at which you must, finally, make a decision regarding who you are and where you are going?
Can it be so easy? Is there one, specific point in our lives that we can look back to that we can say, without hesitation, “There. That is the place where I decided to be the person that I am today.”
Maybe mama’s soothing voice carried you through childhood and beyond, echoing in memory as a rippling reflection of perception. Maybe it didn’t and she was a cold shrew, her eyes lasers of recrimination and unrealized dreams. Memory and love play hide and seek sometimes, ducking behind feelings and scenes that seem set in stone. But you can never be sure if what you remember happened exactly as you think it did, in fact, talking to others sometimes bring forth memories you’d forgotten you had, or recasts other memories in a new light as you are reminded of specific incidences that you may have suppressed, or, more likely, not paid attention to when they were occuring in the first place. Daddy was there or not there, sometimes stern and strong, sometimes weak and vacillating but he was daddy, and you loved him either way. Only child or burdened with brothers and sisters, the lessons of responsibility came hard and fast during the maturation process, interactions with family preparing the way for school. The early trauma of playground bullies, treacherous playmates or home situations that were less than perfect mark the twisted path with signposts of screaming pain, each of which turns us from one direction to another or beckons us further along that smaller, darker path, leading down into the brambles and underbrush of the deep, scary forest of lost dreams and desire.
Is it truly a choice to be slave to your conditioning? And, if so, at what point does one realize it, if ever? And, if one choose to become fully realized in such a way, what does it take to move past the conditioning of the past, and become more than a familial or societal Manchurian Candidate?
It is at the point where you realize that carrying around the old scores and festering wounds of ancient, and fresh, trials and tribulations is actually weighing you down – preventing you from moving forward into the present without anger, without pain, without interpreting every, single event that happens to you through eyes that are still seeing your father, mother, uncle, cousin, friend, enemy of years and years ago, doing whatever they did, saying whatever they said, being whoever they were to you, back then – that you become consciously aware of your enslavement, and are able to make sober decisions regarding your present course of action.
I don’t even have to close my eyes to see Del City, Oklahoma, me on my Grit route delivering my papers, and Mike Clark and his little toady following me through the neighborhood shouting taunts and racial slurs, me finally making it home only to have my next door neighbor and best friend, Jeff McDaniels, ask me why Mike Clark was calling my mother a “Black Bitch”? Mike Clark and his curses didn’t hurt me half as much as that smirk Jeff couldn’t hide and the gleam in his eye that told me he knew the place those words came from intimately and that, just maybe, he was not the friend I thought he was.
Continuous series of memories of ghostly interactions that are no more real now than they were when they occuring. The statement by the spiritually-evolved that life is an illusion makes a little bit of sense when you think about how quickly things happen, and the fact that by the time something happens it’s already over and you’re interpreting it in your mind, applying weight and meaning to events that occurred in the space of an instant and then receded, becoming memory almost before you even knew that it was happening. All of life is like that, and most of our mental work is concerned with keeping up, trying not to go down beneath the continuous flow of happenings, of thoughts, the cause and effect of all movement, be it mental, physical or spiritual in nature.
What does it gain us to hold on to pain, when it is just as easy to let it go like an amnesiac? Is it true that we are defined by our past? By who we have been? When someone asks you about yourself, what do you say? Do you rattle off a litany of facts? “I am so and so from somewhere or another, my mama is that woman and my brother is that dude. I went to school here and joined the whatever and spent five years over there doing this and that until I got back here and met you right now.”
Is that truly who you are?
Or is it, rather, who you were.
And, if that is who you were? A continuous series of “weres” that is in progress even up to this very moment, then who does that make you right now? I mean, right then? And then? And thenandthenandthenandthenandthen? Who are we, right Now, right this instant, and how do we determine who we are? Can we do so through the eyes of others? Through our parents? Our siblings? Our significant others? Do they know who we are? When they tell us who we are, do we always agree with them?
Hm. The process of ‘determining’, of ‘defining’ is a process of thought, of judgement, of rationalization and of stultification, whereby you take on the characteristics of a fossilized instant, projecting your past into your future through the medium of the present. Make sense? I’m who I am and I define I by who I was then not by who I am Now or who I will be along the continuous series of Nows.
All of this occurs beneath thought. It is programming, barely conscious and runs like a maintainance program beneath the web browser of our senses, and while we’re dealing with the detritus of the material world, watching the dust motes, listening to the cars and birds and thinking about where we went wrong in our lives, we are continuously sinking deeper and deeper into self-definition and further enslavement to the “Me’s, I’s and You’s” of the past, the manifestations of Ego that work remorselessly at self-preservation. Realizing that your ego structure has to maintain itself constantly by making us think that we are only human, and not super-human spirits on a journey through time and space, not at all bound by the confines of our bodies or this world.
If we realized that Truth in every moment, we would not be bound by anything or anybody. It is the Ego’s task to keep us grounded in this world, though – bound to the lives we’ve created – to whisper to us from the depths of the subconscious, “You can’t do that. You aren’t trained for that line of work. You’re too shy. Nobody can levitate. It’s impossible. C’mon. She’s too beautiful for you. He’s too smart. Don’t you remember what your daddy did to you when you were small? What your mama said about you? You’re nothing but a little slut, a big dummy, an ignorant boy and silly girl and you’ll never, ever, ever amount to a thing.”
Falling beneath the weight of the past peering out from under words and deeds woven in a tapestry of Life despairing.
Black depression, pressing down, breath harsh wheezing, eyes dimming tears flowing, falling cold distaste regarding a life less lived than survived.
Taking control of your mind will be a form of warfare. It is used to being in charge, to defining who you are, to telling you what your goals are. Becoming familiar with what lies beyond the mind, then, becomes our paramount task. That powerful consciousness that observes, watches, calculates and stores energy and intention in a depthless resevoir of potential. Accessibility is gained through prayer, service and meditation. Prayer addresses the Divinity in Creation, the perceived Outer World. Service is an affront to the Ego, because the Ego is selfish, and so by serving others with a good will and true heart, the Ego retreats from the stage, leaving your individual portion of Divine Love shining like a star for all to feel, and bask in. And meditation familiarizes you with those inner shores of your spiritual sea, the waters that connect to the greater consciousness without, making what is within part of that greater whole.
The path can take us through a lifetime, or become the choice of a moment. Releasing the ‘stuff of the past’ depends upon how much we use it to define us in the present. Letting go of past loves, past pains, just the past is difficult, since we are who we are because of who we’ve been. Living life with the full spectrum of possibility available to you is such an inconceivable thing that we dare not even dream of what it means.
So take a moment right now, and do what your Ego does not want you to do. Dream, and realize that you are whoever you choose to be and that, whoever that is, is something and someone new upon the face of the Earth, living each moment in joy and the abandonment of wondrous and continuous birth, accessing all of the powers of the Divine to consciously co-create the Now.
I’m finding it harder and harder to make myself worry. I’m like everybody else, I’ve got plenty to worry about. But, whenever I try to do it, it just doesn’t work the way it used to. We all know the process, right? You think of a problem that you have, either stemming from past actions or from perceived future reprecussions, and then you think of all the bad things that can happen as a result of the choices you made, and you dwell, and you dwell, and you dwell. You continue to think about it, continue to visualize negativity until your body enters the fight or flight state and endorphins are released and, finding no fight, and no obvious reason to flee, just cycle and utilize precious resources, leaving you drained, exhausted and mentally wore out. I’m not sure what is wrong with me.
Maybe it is the Now, or something like that, making its presence felt. Maybe it is the fact that everytime I begin to dwell, I look up at the sky, or think of my children, or even gaze at the television where some aspect of life is being played out and, these days, it automatically follows that thoughts of holism and peace arise, leading inevitably to the thought that these worries are unnecessary, these regrets are a waste of time and energy and, by the way, how am I feeling right now?
Am I hurt? Are my children ok? Does someone require something of me right this moment? Am I about to be evicted? Upon going through this mental checklist I find myself, inevitably, calming down, experiencing a sensation of peace as my presence arises, obliterating regrets of the past or worries about the future, I find myself feeling lighter, as if a serious weight has been lifted from me, I find myself even smiling, even if the day is overcast, or rain is falling, or I’m being accosted by some minor annoyance or another.
Awakening to the Now is really that simple. Stopping and taking stock of the moment: where am I right now, right this instance? What is my status?
The very act of doing so stills the worries and brings to bear your eternal essence, that core of Self that underlies the ego-construct that masks as you, pretends to be you so that it can misguide your intentions and keep you bound and unconscious within the realm of time, past and future, obscuring the present, Now. The Now is to the ego like silver is to vampires and werewolves, anathema, instant death, game, set and match. Once you bring the power of your consciousness to bear upon the Now, the moment, awaking your inner body presence and allowing yourself to just Be, past the stream of thoughts and meandering impressions that leave our minds exhausted and confused, life takes on an entirely different perspective, and you enter an awakened state of Being, whereby the visceral nature of experience becomes the totality of your lived reality.
Is this state easy to maintain? Of course not. Emotional bombshells await us around every corner, there’s always someone looking for a fight and life itself is designed to present us with challenges to overcome and integrate within our lived experience. We have been willing and unwilling participants in our own manchurian programming for a lifetime, conditioned first by family then friends, then society to fit within a specific social structure wherein certain mores and codes of conduct are observed.
At the level of the family, we are indoctrinated into love relationships, the idea and practice of which differ across cultures. Pain and heartache become intimate companions as we learn the ins and outs of emotional interactions, of power relationships and intergenerational disfunction. In our own, American/Western European culture, the ideal of romantic, chivalrous love has a long and sordid history, leading directly to our current state of disfunction and perennial unhappiness/happiness, conditions between which we swing like pendulums on a remorseless, emotional clock, the idea of seeking one’s completion and happiness within another person also tossed by the tides of emotional instability being a dubious prospect at best.
Our friends introduce us to the world outside of the family, indoctrinate us in the cultural mores of loyalty and friendship, and we explore the world outside of our homes with these companions of like mind, influenced by their thoughts and wishes, sometimes changing our own belief systems so as to fit in my comfortably, and to reflect a similarity of belief and style that, we think, liberates us from the bonds of a family life that, perhaps, has gone stale as we’ve realized that our families are emotionally disfunctional and that we, as reflections of our families, might be thought of so as well, if the awful truth of our upbringing is ever found out by our peers and, by extension, the greater society.
Society is a remorseless force permeating our daily existence, codified by institutions and regulations that are so pervasive that they become static, monumental sub-realities of a paradigm unquestioned, the assumptive basis of reality itself, as we define it during the nascent stages of our development. And as we age, these assumptions become ingrained, and we forget that it is even possible to question the fundamental basis upon which our social indoctrination was conceived. External success, keeping up with the Joneses, getting paid, looking like a model, working that 6-pack, wearing the newest clothes, driving the best car, living in the biggest house. Even those of us who decry those leavings of materialism are, by definition, in opposition. And opposition, being a function of duality, is only half of a whole, and therefore, a part of that whole.
How do we get outside of the box? Is it possible to move past the duality and into something greater, something truer, something more real? Many believe that it is possible and the only way to access that mode of Being is to slip past your ego’s guard and awaken your eternal presence, bringing you directly and irrevocably into the Now. By living in the Now, you are living in Eternity. There is no past in the Now. There is no future in the Now. There is only the Now. Time stops, for those who access the Now, and you all know exactly what I am talking about.
How about those times when you’ve been in a situation of extreme stress, the onset of which was sudden and surprising? Perhaps a car accident, perhaps a fight, perhaps an earthquake or a sporting event, or even a test of some sort where your concentration was engaged far past the usual. In those instances, time slowed, didn’t it. Everything around you appeared in greater detail and clarity, your thought process was curiously detached, and an eternity seemed to exist right there between seconds, between impressions, and affecting the perceptive world of your surroundings to the extent that it seemed to be moving in slow motion.
The dreamstate approximates an entry into the Now as well. How many times have you hit the snooze button and then had a long, seemingly interminable dream, and then woke up to find that you’d only been sleep for 10, 15 minutes more? In my last full blog, I mentioned the physical components of time and space, their relative nature and the possibility of becoming a time traveller, a fantasy made possible only by conscious control of one’s perception. The condition of consciousness being related to one’s level of awareness, in this conception, brings into question the probability that true choice is impossible for most people, since we are generally in an unconscious state, due to our inner subjugation to the ego and the conditioning that forms our personality and social self. The clarity of true choice is amazingly unpredictable, lying outside of the purview of most confined within the culturally and socially-defined norms and modes of ‘everyday reality’.
When you think about it, Now is all we have. Right this moment. We are not promised tommorrow. We are not promised even 5 minutes from Now. So that’s why it’s important for me to know where I am right Now. Right this moment. So I close my eyes, bringing my presence to bear and awaken my inner-body consciousness to begin the process of examining the state of my spirit and the situation of my soul. And, right this moment?
There is a great paradox that lies at the center of Being. This paradox confronts us daily and is so pervasive as to be nigh invisible. This paradox underlies our every thought and action, our every dream and desire, our every regret and trauma. How to live in the world, and not be of the world? How to love those close to you, and love everyone else as well?How to live your truth, and also live Truth? How to be yourself, and yet be greater than yourself?
There is a great paradox that lies at the center of Being. These are questions that haunt us each beyond our awareness of the haunting. They are so deeply ingrained within the human condition that unless you make the conscious effort to bring them to the fore, you will lead a life characterized by vague discontent and a certain knowledge that somehow you are not living to the fullness of your capacity, that there is something missing, something vastly important and something that could answer all o the great questions that we as humans ask at every level of our being, at every stageof our conscious and unconscious development.
There is a great paradox that lies at the center of Being. This paradox causes the sun to rise, the birds to sing, the clouds to float across the skies. This paradox leads to world wars and famine, to incest and abuse, to murder and perversion most foul. This paradox leads us to ask how could God be so cruel, leads us to cry out to the heavens in anger, despair and pain, railing against remorseless destiny and the depravations of humanity, the depths of evil and the vagaries of life’s twists and turns. And yet beauty and love shine through, peace and the soul’s fulfilment birth epiphanies of indescribable delight, transcending light and elevating souls beyond material conditions and into the eternal, pulsating essence of the Now.
There is a great paradox that lies at the center of Being. This paradox calls for me to love you by setting you free, rather than holding on tightly.This paradox calls for you to understand his pain while letting go of the pain she caused you. This paradox calls for laughter in the midst of tears, for love in the presence of hate, for giving in the presence of loss, for rising in the presence of a fall. The dimensions of this paradox are so confusing, so oppositional to all that we hold to be personally and culturally true, that the vast majority of people in our western cultures deny it’s effect upon their lives, deny it’s validity in the human experience even, prefering to approach it’s world and multiverse-spanning implications from the safety of illusional objectivity, describing dichotomies of opposition, philosophies of evolution and natural selection, scientific pronouncements of quantum realities that describe what the scientists of the soul have known every since humanity was birthed and throughout our expansion out into the rest of the world.
There is a great paradox that lies at the center of Being. Succinctly spoken then, this paradox is the crux of our purpose, the manifestion of our destinies, the joining of opposites in the creation of a whole, best expressed visually by the yin yang symbol of male and female, light and dark, each containing the essence of the other, eternally and diametrically opposed, and yet, together, containing the whole of existence, possessing completeness, being totality in eternal syncopation, a dance of twin souls, essences combine inextricably, transcending dichotomy, bordering upon and encompassing the infinite, containing All, being All, spanning, All.
There is a great paradox that lies at the center of Being. We live the paradox every day. Should we follow our hearts, or our minds, when they disagree? Should we be true to our immediate families, or to the human family, when we have important decisions to make? Are our own concerns more important than the concerns of those who are not intimately connected to us in a personal manner. Do we hold responsibility to the world outside of our immediate environs, our cultures or our countries? Are we related only to those who look like us, or do we have family in the farthest parts of the world?
There is a great paradox that lies at the center of Being. These questions can only be answered within. In fact, the answer comes with the asking, we have only to listen. To act upon the inevitable answer is to immediately expand one’s horizons, to take on a greater vision of Self and destiny that, of necessity, broaden’s one’s understanding of life and makes the paltry details of material existence seem much less absorbing and negatively effective. Becoming a Citizen of the World is a choice that confronts the paradox of living, the paradox of human existence. The choices we have are infinite. All paradoxes are reconciled by illumination, the light banishes all darkness.
There is a great paradox that lies at the center of Being. We are the parodox. We manifest eternity with every thought. Our very existence as material beings within a greater, immaterial void of Becoming exemplifies love made present and real, awareness born of prescience, infinite divinity expressed, parambulations of God’s whimsy seeking salvation in the myriad experiences of life, living every, single possible permutation in order to fulfill the promise of Creation as the expression of the All.
There is a great paradox that lies at the center of Being. Going within silences all voices and allows us to hear the song of our souls. Going without allows us to hear the chorus of our brother and sister souls, singing in counterpoint harmony with our own. Centering your consciousness, simultaneously being both within and without is living in the world, without being of the world. The paradox of dichotomous existence is solved by transcending feelings, intellect and thought processes by integrating body, mind, spirit and soul, holistically expressing the full gamut of human capability in the pursuit of our individual and collective destinies. The paradox that lies at the center of Being is, therefore, life itself.
The solving of this paradox, then, can only be the process of living, in all of its glorious complexity.
I opened my eyes to a new year and didn’t remember who I used to be. I reveled in the freedom but found myself wandering the streets looking into glass windows desperately trying to forget places I knew. People brushed rudely past, pointedly ignoring my knowledgeable look, their eyes shifting away as they retreated from the Now back into the past and future of their regrets and fears, their own attempts to forget as clear to me as the clashing shades and hues of their auras. I chuckled knowingly. This was the way of the world.
Did you recognize it when your world changed?
Did you see the signs in the sky?
Were you aware that tommorrow would be fundamentally different, set apart from all that had come before?
Are you ok with the fact that the past is gone, never to return? That the good old days no longer exist and are best left to stories told to children and strangers, gathered ’round? That what was true back then is only an indication of the way things used to be, and not an indication of how they are going to be tommorrow?
At least not in the ways that matter.
The laws of nature still apply, only it is questionable whether we ever knew them at all. Does everything that goes up come down? Is there life on other planets? Is there only one person in each body? Do machines dream, and if they do, do they dream of me and you?
Does the fact that the sun rises every morning mean that it’s going to rise tommorrow morning? Or every morning thereafter? What if it doesn’t? What if you wake up one morning and the sky is black? What would you do? Would you go back to bed, convinced you were dreaming?
What if you woke up tommorrow and looked into the sky and there were two suns? Or an image of Jesus painted on the clouds?
The night I found out that I could fly was an important milestone for me. I remember it vividly. I was escaping from a situation and found myself walking. The lightness of leaving lifted my spirits and body simultaneously and I found myself bouncing higher and higher with each step. By controlling my emotions I found that I could regulate my height and I explored a prison for psychic criminals, passing recalcitrant Yogins, Fallen Angels and social Deviants alike, searching for her.
Does the fact that it was a dream mean that it wasn’t real? That I can’t fly? I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?
If there are an infinite array of Quantum universes, one after another receding into the timelessness of the eternal, who is to say what is real and what is not? In an infinite Creation aren’t all things probable? And, if they are, does that mean there is a Disney universe out there somewhere where Mickey Mouse is King and Minnie is his Queen? Daisy could be his Courtesan while Donald plots jealously to murder Mickey in his sleep, reclaim his woman – and make Minnie his Ho’ - then take over the Kingdom. Could it be possible that we access these universes or travel through them with each random imagination and daydream, and that we sojourn those dimensions/universes closest to our current reality with each decision that we make, shifting through them like fish through layers of the ocean? That the possibilities that we envision become real if our intentions are clear enough? That our ability to manifest our desires takes us irrevocably through higher or lower dimensions along the trajectory of our eternal journey, depending upon our innate spiritual propensities?
I don’t know about that, but I do know that I can fly.
I observe the daybreak from the vantage point of a convict, trying to figure out how to break out of this prison I’ve created for myself. The walls close in around me and I chafe beneath the weight of my chains. The stars seem so close as the sun rises and they fade, leaving me with only a vague memory of their position. If I can only remember where they are, I know I can find my way back home, where you are waiting for me, knowing that I will come when I can.
When I look in the mirror, the man on the other side isn’t me. I wonder sometimes how he found me. The look in his eyes is confident and serene. When he first appeared, I thought I was going crazy. Then I figured out that everybody experiences this, and that this is the biggest secret in the world. Sometimes I think he’s the one who is real, and I am the illusion. Sometimes I wonder about his looking-glass life and come to the conclusion that it must be the total opposite of mine. Maybe someday I’ll talk to him. Maybe. I’m not sure. What if he answers back?
Random moments find me wondering about you, and what it is like living your life. When I pass people on the street sometimes, or see them in cars or sitting in restaurants, I try to envision their lives. I wonder how their houses smell, where they work and do they like it. I try to see the state of their relationships in their eyes and body language, how they interact with the ones they are with, are they restless, and whether or not they know the Secret of Life. I find it most difficult to imagine the ambience of your life. The feel of it.
If you remember the places you’ve lived, you’ll realize that each one had a different feel. The images possess body and tone, marking them as singular occurances in an eternity of difference, each time of your life a subtle flavor that you recapture sometimes in a sudden memory, as when you smell something that transports you, takes you instantly back to a place and time, that immerses you in what was as if you’re no longer here, Now.
Because, in that instant, you are not. We are magically teleported, manifesting our destiny as time travelers, spanning all of the space-time continuum within the confines of our own minds.
If the sky is black tommorrow morning, I won’t be surprised. I won’t go back to bed, either.
Will you?
Much love and light, always. Your friend and confidante, ~Mark
Making love. Driving. Heated arguments, rollercoasters and reading all require some semblance of Being-ness, or living in the Now. I just found a quote by Paulo Coelho, taken from his seminal text, The Alchemist. It reads as follows:
Don’t forget that everything you deal with is only one thing and nothing else.
The first thing I thought of when reading this quote, was the belief by many that our emotional states only differ in context, not in actual, physical and emotional quality. That the only physiological difference between hate and love is the social and cultural context; that the body’s response, the feeling itself, was the same. There’s a thin line, they say, between love and hate.
Also, the thought arises that, underlying all of our myriad problems, outcomes and thought processes as individuals, is one core issue. Following this thread of thought can lead to some uncomfortable ground. Have you thought about it? Tried to trace the core issue of your lifetime? Determine what it is that you seek, or what it is that you are running away from? Are they the same thing? Do you seek that which you flee? That which you have been fleeing, your entire life? Or, since whatever it was, first occurred?
A couple of prototypical examples are as follows: a woman who seeks out batterers or emotional abusers because she was battered or emotionally abused as a child; a man who seeks out dominant women because his mother dominated him as a child. These are mere surface examples that may obscure the deeper reality. At those more subterranean levels of consciousness, what are the issues at hand?
Pain and pleasure. Hate and love. Betrayal and yearning. Desire and aversion.
These are the archetypal emotional and psychological complexes that restlessly slumber beneath conscious thought until awakened by events that shift our consciousnesses from waking thought to subconscious resonation. Beyond the conscious level of choice, lies the realm of the subconscious imperatives that often run our lives without our knowledge, and yet, which fuel the fundamental construction of our egos, providing them with solid foundations upon which to build the illusory dreamscapes that we call our lives.
We are driven, often past the point of sanity or rational thought, by desires that we barely recognize the origins of.
The desire to seek out pleasure, even knowing that pain will result. The yearning for a love that lies out of reach, that belongs to someone else, that you know will destroy the life you’ve built, has its origin somewhere deep in your consciousness, and that may lie in an event that occurred during this lifetime or a past one, the importance of which, to your spiritual evolution, cannot be overstated.
Self-immolation, hatred, also harbors shards of unconscious imperative that prick at the soul, teasing in bloody pinpoint stabs that rankle your ego, causing it to rush into choices haphazardly, seeking relief from subconscious, oceanic trends, yet empowered by the seeming lack of power displayed by the omniscient observer, which lies even beyond the ego’s petty machinations, dispassionately aware of cause and effect unto the origin of All That Is, Was and Ever Shall Be.
This one thing awakens you in the morning like a muted clarion call, and lulls you to sleep at night with a soothing song of silence. It forecasts the outcome of relationships, the success or failure of career choices, the happiness or sadness we experience during the course of our daily lives, the degree to which we decide to seek knowledge, rather than rest comfortably in our ignorance.
Being-ness reveals the one thing to us. Coming out of the Now, it seems an alien intrusion upon a purity of thought and purpose that harkens back to earliest childhood, and an almost-forgotten innocence that we all continually yearn for, consciously and unconsciously.
In battling against the one thing, the moment is our purest weapon. In the midst of our relatively unconscious lives, the onset of the Now often occurs automatically. We do not recognize the shift since the state of living in the Now is inimical to cultivating memory, or engaging in reminiscence.
A further iteration of the examples included earlier in this write might find you becoming so in tune with a book that you no longer see the words, only images, ideas; or, driving down the street at rates of speed that require your utmost attention and concentration. Arguing with a loved one in such a way that all else vanishes from existence, including the kids, the parents, the shocked and embarrassed friends. The exhilaration provided by the stomach-turning terror experienced at theme parks that makes all of your troubles go away, that makes the entire world outside of that instant go away, just for that moment.
The sheer joy that arrives with Being-ness is epiphanic in nature, leaving us exhilarated, elated, and yet slightly sad to return to the mundanity of normal, everyday consciousness, where everything we had let go in those moments rushes back in to overwhelm us, returning us to that state of doom and gloom that often defines much of our awakened state of thought and being. Living consciously means cultivating the Now, making it your lived state of Being, rather than something that comes and goes without rhyme or reason. Difficult to do? Certainly. Impossible to accomplish? Not at all. The most successful people in the world cultivate the Now to their advantage. All of the self-help gurus and transcendental new age proponents shout out praises to living in the Now, offering their services and advice to tell you what you already know, have already lived, over and over again.
The one thing is a distraction. A distraction that we often allow to take over our lives. That we allow to remain unconscious, never questioned, causing us to make choices in service to its own resolution. The mistake we make is to underestimate the power of the ego and its formations. That is its power. Its ubiquitousness, its seeming pervasiveness and all-encompassing presence. The one thing is the ego’s primary tool it its own self-preservation, or that which allows it to fool us into quiescence, into continuing to follow the patterns and pratfalls of our lives to our eventual ruin; because ruin is inevitable, when we entrust our lives to our limited intellects and emotional complexes. It is only when we seek those deeper waters of spiritual and archetypal awareness, that we tap into that G-d-powered super-reality that awakens our ability to take note of and follow the path of synchronicitous occurrences that blast us unerringly into another consciousness-level altogether.
Everything we deal with is one thing and nothing else. We have to determine what our one thing is, first of all. And then we have to work to lessen its strength, its impact upon our decision-making processes. Which means, that we have to attack the ego. Thrust with deadly sword-strokes, directly into the heart of it, effectively killing it and reducing it to a state of subservience, which was and is its primary purpose in the first place. To serve the G-d in us. To act as intermediary between us and the world, as a platform for interaction and material continuity. To take direction from the omniscient observer and translate it into action, in the material world. Kill yourself. Kill your ego, rather. Let the Self arise, unburdened by the onerous depradations of a selfish, self-serving personality construct interested only in its own aggrandizement.
Take the one thing away from the ego. Work to make decisions based upon your most deeply-held beliefs and understandings, bypassing the quick, emotional and intellectual responses that arise in answer to your fundamental questions. Seek truth deeper than you’re used to, and you’ll find the way through the morass, and back, into the light of conscious living, awakening to the power of the eternal Now.
Every sunrise promises new beginnings. Every sunset promises new endings. There are false starts and mistakes, hopeful possibilities and joyous surprises. Each choice takes us closer to the place we wish to be, opening new doors to lands that lead us into lives more beautiful than we ever could have imagined.
Even when dark days threaten, the light remains. For every setback, there is the promise of hope that lies beyond. Every wrong choice opens the way to the right one, gives us the opportunity to try again. Giving in to despair is egoistic in the extreme and keeps us mired in the past when our eyes should be firmly upon the Now, awakened to the wonder of the moment and the futures that beckon us forward with promises of destiny manifest.
Making the choices that lead us forward are often difficult. Our underlying intentions are formed of experiential detritus that defines us and traps us within the closed loop of our lives. Looking beyond threatens our stability and sense of who we are, and we recoil from change that leads us into the unknown. What we have not experienced is fearful, what we have, is safe. No one wants to jump off the bridge into a Misty Abyss of Frightful Dimensions. But we must, if we are to achieve the promise of our incarnations.
It is only through the unknown that the known manifests in new ways. Once the leap has been committed to, our feet have left the ground and we find ourselves aloft, the freedom that fills us takes us out of ourselves – the selves that we believe we really are – and we are reduced to the pure essence of life that we truly are. It is a state that usually doesn’t last long past the moment itself, soon to fade into the obscurity of memory as new trials and tribulations suffuse our awarenesses, and we begin again, leading to new endings and a renewed cycle of experience at a higher vibratory level.
Who are we to question the way our lives go? True, we make the choices that lead us to our current situations, but are we solely responsible for the outcomes, or are there other considerations that affect the span and course of our journey? These are higher questions that address the heart of consciousness, the divisions of the Self and the internal and external energies that permeate the very fabric of reality.
Internal and external are both illusory expressions representing a dichotomous holism within which we endeavor to find unity, past the shifting facades. If all is one, the uncomfortable realization is that what is without, is also within. The bad things that happen outside of us find their resonance with bad feelings that happen inside of us. The same is true of the good things. Depending upon our individual orientations, our life experiences reflect this truth.
Making the decisions that arise from our most fervent desires and wishes leaves us responsible for the state of our lives at every juncture. Even when events seem to conspire against us and lead us to places of hopelessness and agony and we cannot for the life of us figure out how or why we have arrived at this place, there is a reason and a lesson involved. Going deep within to determine how a particular experience can benefit us is the reason for their occurence in the first instance.
Moving on, past memory, past lost opportunities and love, past that which stalls our forward impetus, reveals the light within. The inner light which lures us forth, out of the dark corners of our minds and into the outer light of conscious transcention that will give us the power we need to be the one that saves ourselves and, in the process, contributes to the greater evolution of life as a whole.
There are no new things under the sun. The Earth remains the garden, the flora and fauna proliferating as expressions of consciousness, diverging from Oneness as manifestations of the Infinite and Eternal.
Broken dreams have fallen before, hearts have been lost, desires frustrated. What I feel is no different from what most feel, what you feel has been felt by me.
Beautiful phrases and impressive words express ideas that have been thought before, spoken and written in contexts that may differ in detail, but remain the same in underlying meaning.
People today are no smarter than people who lived 100 years ago, 1,000 years ago, or 1,000,000 years ago. The brain, spirit and soul remain a constant expression of what lies beyond, only manifest in flesh to gain the gift of experience in the further evolution of the multiverse.
All experience is One experience, all thought is One thought, all feeling is One feeling, flowing through all of Creation, to greater or lesser degrees.
Every act of repression results in an act of freedom. Every lie brings forth the truth. Every miscarriage of justice births reparations.
The observation of this fundamental unity of experience arises through the interaction of time and space. Every thought manifests as reality in the act of creation, reverbrating throughout the infinite material worlds.
Rising to meet the challenge of living life cognizant of these truths can only occur when our own experience of reality conforms with some base experiential perception that lies beyond the capacity of most, who are content fomenting illusion. Cutting through the mental and emotional detritus we’ve built up during a lifetime of indoctrination is a task so formidable that it has been relegated to the status of myth and legend.
We don’t believe in Avatars or Shamans or Gurus, because they represent a level of consciousness that we have not achieved, so how could they have achieved it?
We are all equal, no one is better than another, and no one can certainly achieve impossible heights of psychic and ethical accomplishment that shatter the laws of reality that we subconsciously co-create with each successive thought.
Even those who don’t believe they create their own reality live in realities in which the act of disbelief is an end in and of itself. It justifies its own existence and melds the perception of truth accordingly. A society of such demi-gods can conquer the world, has indeed conquered the world, subjecting the people of the world to realities that tend toward the accumulative and the material, decrying the spiritual as impossible, inconceiveable and irrelevant, in any case.
Such extremes must exist in opposition to those who essay that pathless path, leaving footprints in the sky. For every ascending soul there is an equal and oppositional descending soul, for every angel, a demon. For every kind-hearted soul, a hard-hearted one, for every believer, a disbeliever.
Living in the knowledge of opposition reinforces the perception of fundamental Oneness. Recognizing the paths of ascention and descent boils the individual choice down to personal preference, karmic destiny and each choice we make. Free Will is a law of Creation and makes us all responsible for the situations we find ourselves in, regardless of the outcome or our perceptions thereof.
There is no one to blame but ourselves, no one to pray to outside of ourselves. And yet, everyone else is to blame but us, and there are infinite powers to pray to, inside of ourselves. Seemingly contradictory realities clash within the Halls of Creation like Valkyries and Trolls upon the fields of Valhalla, or like the spider Anansi and Tiger, in the earliest days of this world.
Chaos is the illusion and Order, the underlying truth. The trials and tribulations that pain us build us up, preparing us for more to come. What we are going through is what people have always gone through, there is no qualitative difference that makes our individual plights any different from anyone elses. The seeming good life that some live is just as much of an illusion as the seeming horror that others endure. My tragedies in this lifetime are equaled by your tragedies in another.
The sun watches ever, shining its many-horned splendor upon the good and bad alike, while synchronicities play havoc with our plans and dreams. Nothing new threatens the continuity of Creation, and all works out as it is supposed to, no matter how it looks from our vantage point. Submerging Self within the experience demands our full attention and the constant call of awakening to the illusion a slumbering insistence that awakens every once and again in the attempt to shoulder past the ego’s rude pronunciations.
But life still goes on and the days continue to pass, one following the next, until we awaken to the fact that they do so at our insistence and that, at any time, we can collectively choose otherwise. When that day comes, a pivotal instance will have been reached that takes us, collectively, from one state of consciousness to another.
Then, and only then, can we state that there is something new under the sun, because by then, we will have become One with it, the planets and the infinite stars and worlds beyond, returning to a state of existence inconceivable to us now.
Oneness in diversity, multiplicity through holism. Reconciling the illusion, with the real.