Tuesday, June 28, 2011
The Nature of Mind
Monday, June 20, 2011
The Breath of Life
Friday, June 17, 2011
Hello possibility...
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Bridging health to wellness
Friday, June 10, 2011
Interpreting the External
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Peculiar Progress
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
starting point
All things culminate into an expression, into a reflection of experience no matter how subtle or blatant such appears. For me I have many times sat down with the intention of expressing a mountain of feeling, of observation and realization. Each time I come to a certain precipice, that one cannot express the mountain of One's existence, I can only follow intuition and write what feels right.
Today is one of those impressive days of which nothing really happened other than a slight shift within. The space for expression opened up, and so in respect and honor of the Divine all I can do is let go and let the words spill forth. No longer do I attempt to express a totality of which such can only be fathomed through the direct communion with such. Today I write very simply a story of this journey so far and there is no point further that can make this story incomplete, for I feel completion.
My life is defined by a trust, an acceptance that there is nothing that can be lost, nothing that can be taken from me. So long had this feeling hung on the verge of fulfillment, certainly many times passed that I was sure such would remain, only to be lost. Suffering took me over, the fear of lack, of loss, the fear of death or discomfort, and the feeling of trust was lost.
The sustaining of this feeling of trust has been deeply integrated into all I do, into each moment of Being. Even now, feeling a lull in energy as my actions hold me tight to the ground, there is an undeniable Absolution that all is in perfect harmony. What a harsh truth to behold. That no matter how bizarre or perverted the world external may seem that such is as a perfect machine of creation, that no flaw could possibly exist when considered from a omnicentric perspective.
This is the most important part of this story, perhaps, that to adapt a perspective outside of my own Being has been imperative to the natural sustaining of trust in existence. As I have recently read we each go through a variety of positions as to how our perception operates. The first is that of the ego, that all exists merely for the satisfaction or completion of the individual. This expands at some point into that of a tribe, a group of which we belong to, referred to as ethnocentric. Finally we reach the worldcentric position, which I have taken a step further to call omnicentric. At this stage the individual interacts with the world around in a way that considers all life connected, inseparable, that all the content of Being is integral to the rest.
The question that arises with this as the apex of all that is to follow is wether or not such is relative to the reader. In most cases we can find that our awareness and intention need only expand so far. That perhaps there is a lack of relevance in the individual's life for that which is beyond the immediate conditions and considerations of day to day life. As I have found what we must recognize is that whatever position we may have, whatever the expanse of our awareness and interactions proceed, that exactly as we are is exactly as we are best to be.
For so long I fought the direction of my attention, the desire to heal, Love, and share wisdom. As if plagued by a willingness to dissolve into everything else as a catalyst for the transformation of others this current of energy blinded me for so long. In this moment I recognize exactly how distracting and disempowering such can be without first starting at the heart, that of my own body, my own life.
When seeking to reach out and help others without regards to our own Being the foundation for which we stand has serious pitfalls and dangerous terrain. Repeatedly this lesson would be manifested until the realization penetrated deep through the layers of subconsciousness. Until I could abandon my attachment to helping the world, until I could forgo the demands of my family and tribe, until all I was concerned with was the balance and peace of my own Being, endlessly would the content of life direct me towards such.
All of Nature expands and contracts. Each breath, the tides, the way knowing forms and than resolves into mystery, everywhere we can see this pulsation. The river of life has many streams, branching endlessly through the forrest of creation. We expand into the countless things that in contraction we can have an idea, a situation, a quality arise within experience.
I have watched the content of my life multiply into potentials and then collapse into an event, an idea, or a feeling. A very peculiar way to move forward, one that removes the grasping of expectations and has helped developed a strong aptitude for acceptance. This comes to me now as an effortless quality of observing the business of all those around me carry on. Always seeing the connection, always feeling a part of, and yet slightly distant, as if the world was waiting for me.
There is much more happening here rather than just an expression of perspective and experience. There is an inner resolution occurring, and I hope that we can find this resolve being fortified through this work. I see no other way for inner change to occur than to release the accumulated energy of this life journey into word.
For a long time I searched externally, from the age of eighteen until twenty-eight. Set on a course of discovery of Self, the first obvious place for me to begin was in the content that formed the situation of my Being. The feeling is tangible when I recall the way my mind sought beyond the inner space. Many events come back to mind, many paths of which I diligently tread in search of happiness and success.
As a child the catalyst for this process, which brought me to a turning point before growing out of my teen years, was a rather difficult situation. The trials of my youth are now made relatively small compared to the devastating degree to which these lessons could have been brought forth. To be put on a path that would lead within the conditions were first to be dissatisfactory. It was suffering that pushed me into the search for truth, as I knew such then "the search for something pure."
Reading over bits of writing from those times before the inner realm was radically altered there is a great deal of that which I now understand as truth. The interconnectedness of things, people, the union with God or the Divine, truly all the information was already there. There had to be a program to bring such into Being, something had to bring about these ideas into a reality beyond just concept. For without an experience to solidify beliefs into truth I would always question.
Falling into deep torrents of misery at times the conflict between what I believed and what was real tore me to shreds. The impression that the superficial was of most importance really sent me for a spiral of detachment. Money could not be more valuable then friends, nor could a certificate or grade. The connection I felt was most important, but there was much to be learned.
This clash brought on a period of self-destructive behavior. In the way I use the word now I was projecting outwards a feeling of despair, a lack of value to my own Being and situation in life. What it felt like at the time was a crushing weight on my heart, an unbearable reality that did not fit with the ideas that riddled my thoughts.
There were many times I would be told how selfish I was, that I cared for nothing but myself. From this seed came a gratitude and devotion for all else in my life, yet what it started as was a maddening contradiction to what I felt was true. When in the vortex of suffering, due to something as simple as the wrong choice of words, I would pray to take on the pain of the world. This was my true Self coming through, this care for all of life that we each have naturally embedded in our psyche. At the time it simply devoured my constitution, and I had a great difficulty getting past the feeling and to focus on the content of my life as I create such.
Truly, to choose what we create and to pave that path which best reflects how we wish to create, is a very new program for me. The idea of free will has long long escaped me due to the way of which all seems inevitable. How Nature's perfect mechanism seems to work according to It's own will and not that of others. Quite some time passed before the core of this idea would be revealed. I found at this central axis the dimension of the subconscious, that we all have a choice such is just hidden beneath the workings of which first we must recognize. If we are to live with intention and to activate our true free will, to align who we are with what we create, then first there must be an awareness of the root for our inability. This has been my experience to say the least.
The exact situations are nearly irrelevant. The world has some pretty specific ways of leading us to our lessons, to the math of Being, why I have been allowed to access such is beyond me. Foremost of these workings is the idea that such is available to everyone, and in pure contradiction to experience, that we need not suffer to realize and align this inner truth with what we create.
To recall on the specific events brings a feeling of apathy, there is no desire to express beyond how such was met as progress or development. Perhaps the misinterpretation of the content of my childhood is so easy to adhere to. That as many of us share a similar story there might be an association to the beliefs latent or active that lives within the reader. Still, if relation is to occur there must be content.
I was born on a island off the east coast of America, well actually we were in transition to moving to this home of my heritage when I was born en route. Living on an island and identifying myself as an "Islander" was important in my days of growing, as I desired to be the same as everyone else in my school and social circle.
The situation became more complex as oth Father and Mother were consequentially removed from my immediate experience. Wether by choice or action the end result was the same, a need to form my own idea of what these roles in life truly meant. I grew up with an Aunt and UNcle, of whom I am so grateful for what they contributed to my learning experience.
What was difficult was the beliefs formed by separation at an early age. The usual story of blame, of self-deprivation due to a feeling of worthlessness. To be punished was to receive what was rightfully earned, the bottom of the proverbial bucket. To start at the lowest possible position in life was what I believed was my fate. In this moment the idea appears as a perfect point to grow from. The situation was set for radical progress to come about.
Inside I was alone, entirely separate and abstract from every person and thing of my life. Practically speaking the brotherhood of three cousins and the endless compassion of my sister always stood to represent that I was part of a family. This idea that those outside of me did care for me escaped me. In order to discover a sense of unity with all beings this had to pass by unnoticed. The constant support and care of my siblings were as a breeze through a tunnel, or a slow drop of water upon the floor of a vast cave. A long time passed until the wealth of accumulation was recognized as that which shaped my position within a larger family. This would come shortly after a great plunge into a world of separation would send me rocketing back into a new undiscovered space of existence.
For most of my young days I sought desperately to conform, to fit in. The subconscious conditioning of my life situation would be an unseen enemy. No matter what I wads determined to align who I was with what I created. To prove to those all around me that I was more than that which they labeled me to be. At the same time an unbearable force pushed me back into submission, cursed, this is what I knew myself to be.
At sports I fell short, in music my rhythm escaped me, my words were elegant and my talents in drawing immaculate, yet without confidence such was useless. The best I could produce would be reflected to me as a need to be fulfilled, a source of my own lack. The greater an expression the more fiercely was my lack put upon me. The word "should" echoes, from here we begin to see the deepest disfunction of which this writing is truly ane exploration of.
So much paper was scribed with the endless stream of inspiration. First the content of my life was reflected, then as things became more clear in my later years, my drawings took on the shape of a deeper context. This is actually a really good way to see how the development of the psyche happened for me. The subconscious and then conscious expressions of experience through symbol, characters, a different world on each page.
Quite torturous in those days of my teens and before. A glimpse of potential that appeared impossible to realize or live. The response was always the same, and as I said before the word "should" was always hanging over me as a dark cloud. I would go as far as to say this potential is still unfolding, and I am unsure to what such is truly leading towards. Eventually acceptance would arise in place of this weight I called into my life. Not a profound acceptance where inspiration was met with an equal expression, but at first and mostly to this day, this acceptance is admission to be grateful for what is, rather than to stew over the potentials of such.
When first this feeling began to rise into awareness I found bliss. This corresponded to what was really an escape through substances. A feeble attempt to fix that which was so impressed upon me as broken.Before my eighteenth year the search would begin through the portal of psychedelics, and this would be the eventual catalyst for a great divide within to be bridged.
This was not that enjoyable of an experience, in fact the subconscious rip of separation would be torn in two. My mind was to collapse inwards, at the height of my self-destructive period, at the age of seventeen, a complete detachment was called for. After coming back into a rather shaky reality I entered a rehabilitation program and began to see the truths of which action and intention were brought into being.
There would be some more time and a little more exploration in the world of medicines, as I have come to understand such now, but it would only take nine months of returning to this space that the world would again collapse. This time it was not a loss of perspective or position in reality, but to lose a connection shared with a woman. For a long time this would be my only true regret, the one broken part of my life of which there was no repair.
For this my response was actually quite progressive, I decided that the only way to show my gratitude, the only way to make amends, was to live as an example of the compassionate and devoted spirit I had found within. This was not a simple task, and would become an obsession that would lead me through seven years of study into the world around me. The great Way brought me out into the world in a way never before comprehended. I would find the truth that was in the space outside of my Being, and there would be no stopping until my mind was ready to look within.