The End Of Survival

Survival is what rules the brain. The hardwiring is there in infancy for the physical organism to survive.

The psychology that that brain is programmed with, is done so by the environment, the culture, parents, and all the external mind-stuff that is the human condition.

The identity is a product of that, but it is more abstract than a consciousness that is totally dedicated to surviving, such as is an animal. The human mind that is unconsciously following its burden of programming is in a state of instability within itself, a state where it is never free and a state in which it is confused and contradictory. This sense of the world through a programmed mind is felt through the phenomenon of suffering. Because we suffer, we long to escape. We know that there is something wrong, that there is something missing in life. We are missing something. There must be something better, there must be a way out. Thus, seeking begins.

To solve this we instinctively turn to our minds, that are an extension of our survival consciousness, to solve this problem of suffering. But the mind and its reasoning are the very stuff of suffering. They hold within memory, the psychological self that is the sufferer, along with all the hurt and fear of the past. This is the dead end, the realization where all is meaningless. Life has hit a wall.

As a human society, we have not yet freed ourselves of the innate psychological fear that we must survive. We have not questioned to a sufficient depth into who we actually are. We have not evolved that much further than the animal. It is a relative evolution. As long as survival of the ‘me’ drives our consciousness, humanity will suffer.

What is the next step in evolution?

What is the next step in consciousness?

The next step is into the unknown, a step into releasing time as a concept, as a psychological projection that runs our lives. A step into something entirely alien to everything that we have accumulated and acquired. Beyond intellect and the worshipping of the products intellect, namely thought and all that thought has produced including the 'I'.

This is frightening to the 'I', but it is all within the answer to the question of how do we as human beings end suffering? To end suffering is to end the self. To end the self is to end thought as the center of consciousness. Thought becomes a peripheral tool for an awareness that is not touched by time. To end the primacy of thinking is to end confusion. To end confusion is to end choice. Each human is choicelessly aware of what is. Only then will there be a real and lasting peace.

A Sense Of Continuity

There is a feeling within my body that my mind is assigning words to… words in a pattern that are old and rubbed in the oil of memories gone by. There is the sense of continuity, that nothing is new, when in actuality it is altogether new and fresh, but my mind, which is rooted in the past, cannot see the newness of every single second. One says that this is life, this is experience, but it is not… not truly. It is a type of life, a life that is lived secondhand, a life that is repetitive and clothed in the rags of that which has already passed. There is no vibrancy in it. It is an existence, not a living.

So, what is one to do? How does one break free? How does one penetrate the barrier into the present moment, thus leaving the past behind?

It is a realm  of which nothing can really be said, it can only be pointed to. Breadcrumb trails can be left for those who wish to follow. The trail is a paradox. It leads nowhere. It is a full stop, and yet it is the gateway to life itself, which has always been there, never lost, and is waiting in totality and wholeness for us to awaken.

Only The I Dies

What I have to say ultimately means nothing.

I am saying it because I choose to.

I am an explorer.

I do not know.

I study my perceptions, my feelings and my thoughts.

I study my reactions to them.

I am always led to the ‘I’.

Who am I?

A collection of memories? Is that all I am, then who is the ‘I’ who is aware of those memories?

It is the biggest mystery to me.

It is a gateway beyond which there is no thought. To pass through means leaving the thinker behind. Leaving behind the ‘I’.

Why do I want to leave the ‘I’ behind?

Because the ‘I’ suffers. Because the 'I' is ultimately false, a fiction.

The ‘I’ is also dead. It is the past animated with the movement of thought. It is simulated life.

Can I get out of I?

What would be left if I did?

The feeling of aliveness?

It is only the ‘I’ that dies.

Life is eternal.

Dust On A Mirror

People interact like synapses within the brain, exchanging packets of data, in the form of feelings and information. It is energy that passes back and forth in the giant web of what could be called, the whole human being. We are all interconnected, indirectly and directly to one another, by these strands of energy. I wonder what the human being is up to?

The brain, when it is operating without any consciousness, is a machine whose impulse is to seek security and to ensure the survival of the organism, the body. It is dedicated to both directives. People, the extension of the brain, seek the same thing. Due to the advent of more and more complex language and so-called civilization, culture, traditions and religions, the seeking of security and survival is less and less connected to reality and is becoming more and more conceptual and therefore more confusing and maze-like. There is a sense of being lost in a dream , a pseudo-world, a reality that has been generated throughout history by the human mind. A reality filled with do’s and don’ts, right and wrong, good and bad, should’s and should nots. A mind that is a slave to this, is lost and trapped in a never-ending pattern of correction, and an endless paranoia that is subtle yet completely enmeshing. Cause and effect are a syndrome, a cascade , and a mind that is enslaved to find the balance within it is a mind that is quickly exhausted by the ever-changing imbalance of life. It is never certain and it is never the same. The brain attempts to fill this with concepts of certainty, but the fact is that life is ephemeral and unpredictable. A mind that is afraid of this fact, cannot be with what is, it cannot be with life itself, and that is the root of the problem, for this is why human beings live in a mind generated illusion at the center of which, is the ‘me’. A complete work of fiction. A story in the head. As Narcissus looked into the pond, enamoured with the reflection of his own face, so do we look into our minds and become lost in the reflection of our self. It is our mind that distorts the reflection of our true self through the accumulation of our past, like dust accumulated on a mirror.