Wednesday, December 5, 2007

An Initial Step

What else is there when life stops being about me? What else when life is just a game that is being played? When there is nothing really that important to achieve or to accomplish as far as the universe is concerned, there is only an empty vessel, there is only what is. There is only the world as internal and external, both words describe one experiencing that is life. Life and the world are a reflection of each individual human. Like a hologram that has been shattered and each fragment has an image of the original.
Amazing. There are so many examples in nature and science (which is nature) of the truth that is emanating, it just seems like our minds do not want to see it or just cannot understand it as it is alien and non-linear. It seems alien and unpalatable to a mind that is dedicated to the ego and serving the master of fear and separation. The content of the mind is the obstacle or the illusion that is obscuring the light of truth. It is the content of the mind that contains hell and suffering, or rather the access of the experience of hell and suffering. To drop all content. To see it for what it is. To see it as relative, as false. To see it as something that is temporal and fleeting, something that has no true reality to it, a phantom and yet we all see it as who we are and invest all our energy into it, hoping to make it certain and real. When it falls apart and the structure that is imagined to be there collapses, what then is there? What then is taking place? Can it be described? Perhaps it could be said that it is simply being itself.

Beingness. It is aliveness. It is now. There is no descriptor following 'I am'. No I am "this" or I am "that". Just I am, and the mind cannot grasp that, and its content empties as it cannot dwell within that. The content is a linear story that has a past and a future that it is trying to get to or away from. The content cannot exist in now, with no future and no past. Something else is there, something else shines through and moves from stillness. Being is there.

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