Mysterious traveller - Weather Report
THE SNAKE KUN
When you have committed your life to
learning what the world can offer you and it suddenly disappears before
your eyes---wife, children, house, car, job, parents, siblings, friends,
lovers...---you stay suspended in a frightening void. What you thought
was your identity, everything with which you had identified your-Self,
fragments into a mental accelerator that makes you "see" the death of
the one you believed to be---a body with name, surname and things
around---and the birth of a sacred animal-shaped being (mythical serpent
that every culture, long before the Bible demonized and poorly
schematized it, has "seen" in their trances with natural drugs: some
call it "kundalini energy"; in some tribes of the Amazon it is a
jaguar...). It goes through you and releases you from your body frame.
No matter how they allow you to see it (quantum, Jaguar...?): your Being
required an emptying of all the mental obstacles that you had been
making starting from your senses using reason as an instrument and
empowering to what is nothing with your mind. You looked at the father,
the mother, the teacher, the State, the God ...Nothingness: all
that fades in time-space lacks any consistency (just look through a
microscope), and yet we cling to the bodies and things in the form of
the so-called memories because of the horror to the idea, that we
ourselves once chose and still encourage, of death.
From there, it begins a teaching-learning process which allows you to see the ''old world'' for, somehow, facing the fear of being in it when your guts are removed at reviving it, forgiving yourself having given reality to it and having done with your mental projections in the form of images and words cause with effect (and viceverse), for having strengthened pain, sickness and suffering by perpetuating those ghosts through others/the Other, through the ''outside'': the ''outside'' isn''t but a reflection of the ''inside'' and if I think I am free of that responsibility to my own thoughts, those I think hidden from ''the others'', the universe will propose to me returning to school because I refused to know myself beyond Forms, until I do not feel a victim of what I see inside or outside, that a result of this, until releasing you back to your true origin, entire, without fragments.
The undoing of fear is liberating. To do this, life gets in your way to the beings and situations that, in the ''pain'' of separation or loss, make you transcend the limitations of ancestral Ego and realize how it manipulates aspects of reality that It is interested in (either for ''pain'', or for ''pleasure'', two poles of the same body illusion) in order to shape an identity, poor, very poor. In this way of renewed awareness, you give thanks as Indians do since you are greeting, not the body in front of you, but the Being who made you grow (Yourself). It wiil be there as far as you need it: your own love manifest (call it ''friend'' or ''enemy'', all are aspects of you): there is therefore nothing to forgive in a state of harmony with the Self, rather than the own illusions you made up from the other.
From there, it begins a teaching-learning process which allows you to see the ''old world'' for, somehow, facing the fear of being in it when your guts are removed at reviving it, forgiving yourself having given reality to it and having done with your mental projections in the form of images and words cause with effect (and viceverse), for having strengthened pain, sickness and suffering by perpetuating those ghosts through others/the Other, through the ''outside'': the ''outside'' isn''t but a reflection of the ''inside'' and if I think I am free of that responsibility to my own thoughts, those I think hidden from ''the others'', the universe will propose to me returning to school because I refused to know myself beyond Forms, until I do not feel a victim of what I see inside or outside, that a result of this, until releasing you back to your true origin, entire, without fragments.
The undoing of fear is liberating. To do this, life gets in your way to the beings and situations that, in the ''pain'' of separation or loss, make you transcend the limitations of ancestral Ego and realize how it manipulates aspects of reality that It is interested in (either for ''pain'', or for ''pleasure'', two poles of the same body illusion) in order to shape an identity, poor, very poor. In this way of renewed awareness, you give thanks as Indians do since you are greeting, not the body in front of you, but the Being who made you grow (Yourself). It wiil be there as far as you need it: your own love manifest (call it ''friend'' or ''enemy'', all are aspects of you): there is therefore nothing to forgive in a state of harmony with the Self, rather than the own illusions you made up from the other.
Still, daily life tests your strength by having to choose between what
you believe your senses dictate---always leading to error, though thanks
to it we have the opportunity to correct, that's why the Hindu
Námaste greeting---and what Is. We test each other, we talk to their
shadows to realize that, in this friction, there has been a profound
exchange and, once evaporated the false blame game that the ego uses to
assert itself (status, fame, image...) for fear of death---it is
indistinct the social act of apology if there is no actual transmutation
within you--- you can feel the peace of wholeness, without exception
(fragmentation) at all. The next day, more (''daily bread'').
Present (Time) can be very hard. I need my energy to do my best. Past, which does not exist except in my mind, can become a heavy burden that hinders you, gets you sick, or encourages you. As you look at it: it's my choice, it is happening Here and Now, not where my linear perception of Time ''thinks''. Releasing from this game of past-future projections that alienates me from Present is not achieved, necessarily, by pushing away those people in my life-mind (actually pushing myself apart). Rather, the total acceptance getting rid in me of the poor mental image of Myself I shaped through them, of the World (the Son-Ourselves/the Itself). This, without anxiolytics, helps forgive the illusions others formed---and try to keep---from you. No one escapes from perception. The universe offers you its adjustment to be correct. Nothing else (and no less).
And yet, what power we must have when, putting your heart into that illusion, you push the world and spread it through your shared energy, when you love without fear. Námaste to all beings with whom I have loved / hated (=I love / hate), because they are now a real part of me and me of them. And yes, at cold winter nights, alone, I miss you, even the warmth of your body, dear ego (And You and I, Yes), my dear dragon that has served me so well and from which it is so hard to get rid of, as it is like death.
Present (Time) can be very hard. I need my energy to do my best. Past, which does not exist except in my mind, can become a heavy burden that hinders you, gets you sick, or encourages you. As you look at it: it's my choice, it is happening Here and Now, not where my linear perception of Time ''thinks''. Releasing from this game of past-future projections that alienates me from Present is not achieved, necessarily, by pushing away those people in my life-mind (actually pushing myself apart). Rather, the total acceptance getting rid in me of the poor mental image of Myself I shaped through them, of the World (the Son-Ourselves/the Itself). This, without anxiolytics, helps forgive the illusions others formed---and try to keep---from you. No one escapes from perception. The universe offers you its adjustment to be correct. Nothing else (and no less).
And yet, what power we must have when, putting your heart into that illusion, you push the world and spread it through your shared energy, when you love without fear. Námaste to all beings with whom I have loved / hated (=I love / hate), because they are now a real part of me and me of them. And yes, at cold winter nights, alone, I miss you, even the warmth of your body, dear ego (And You and I, Yes), my dear dragon that has served me so well and from which it is so hard to get rid of, as it is like death.
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