When you become forgiving of forgetfulness,
that's when you are free -
because fearlessness of forgetfulness is the key to anamnesis.
Releasing grip on life is embracing both poles of existence completely.
But we fail to realize this because
Nothing is more powerful a monster than fear,
a monster of fear far greater than the beneficient angel of death.
Death *is* an angel!
but fear is the demon that haunts us.
Fear is what we should be afraid of. Because
Death itself is not the source of our terror -
the total paralysis and captivation by death's eventual inevitability is.
Death itself is beyond pain and joy -
for only through the pain of life can we know the joy of life.
The most extraordinary pain we know is the terror of death.
Yet, we sit, alive - in this moment now perfectly well painlessly,
though gripped psychically by the prospect of being lost in blackness forever when we die.
There is no more pernicious threat to human psychical integrity than
the lifelong escaping and denial of death - which is the same thing as the contest in our lives to find out who can reach the grave fastest.
By our fear we attempt ceaselessly to wrangle death into chains,
to outpace the angel of forgetting by endless series of preparations and defenses,
and yet it is by vice of this attitude that we live our lives like we are bolting toward the grave -
I hope some intelligence out there gets a good laugh watching us damn our demise!
I hope the universe is laughing somewhere.
Maybe that's the test to enter into a higher world of intelligence.
He who should save his life shall lose it.
He who wouldn't save his life will lose it anyway.
The former shall live in fear,
the latter shall live in joy.
Why are we so afraid to look the monster in the eye?
The creature beneath the bed, the shadow brooding in the periphery of our vision, why are we so afraid to look the monster in the eye? Is not the monster alive like you? Does not the monster also see and feel as you do? Of course the monster too has a heart. Of course the monster too is afraid, but of what is the shadow itself afraid?
Perhaps the reason monsters are scary is because we ourselves are the very archetype of terror from their point of view. From the monster's point of view, the being everybody shuns, avoids, is terrified of, won't look at, is for that very reason why that being became a monster.
The eyes are windows of a kind into the true intent of a being.
Next time your afraid of the shadow in the dark, the outline of which may formulate itself into a menacing demon of the mind, recognize that for the sole reason of fear having led to hatred, that another being just like you, an angel, an eternal artform, became a denizen of the darkness - a place in which a total paralysis of fear is always felt. Why? Because this being never grew the courage to let go of courage, becoming naked before the world. This being never found it's own permission. This being never knew love. Seeing into the mind of another being perfectly comes as its expense the reverse truth. To see someone else for who they really are is at the same time to be totally naked yourself in every concievable way.
You cannot see into others without enabling them at the same time to see into you. This may be known as the fluid ether of Truth itself - genuineness, pure honesty and understanding, flowing between all of Us.
To See - to be honest is to be naked, and because we cannot love ourselves for whatever reason, we convert the energy of openness, of lightness, of naturalness, of love into an energy called frusration. By vice of this frustration, we build up defenses. But defenses guard - what are we guarding?
This is an insecurity in all of us.
Love is exactly to let go of those defenses.
Because what we thought we were guarding doesn't exist! Do I have gold somewhere in my soul I'd not like anyone to know about? Am i guarding it? What is it actually I'm guarding?
The energy of defense is the same energy as tension.
Love does not know tension. How in love are you actually with yourself?
I didnt know i was lost until you told me i was thus.
I didnt know i was found until you told me i was thus.
The momentum of indolence is enormous - to move from a paralysis of stillness by vice of our fears, which have a way of immobilizing us.
who have you become?
the wisest learn the hard way -
of course, the burned hand teaches best.
if your word cannot bring peace,
then at least do as little harm as possible -
this sometimes may mean being reduced to non-action,
doing nothing. though doing nothing may seem counter-intuitive,
the alternative (doing something without knowing how to bring peace)
is far worse in view of the disaster that will ensue by virtue of decisions made not only in haste, but because it is generally assumed doing something is better than doing nothing.
Doing nothing.
is that the same as hiding?
I dont think so.
to know when to do something is equally as valuable as knowing when to do nothing.
but then there is unnessary delay
- wait , when is there ever 'necessary' delay?
delay is delay.
it seems i am equally paralyzed by the beautiful, the angelic, the beyond me - as i am the non-preferred.
why the difficulty to absorb each other's wisdom?
noone in particular is wisest.
Wisdom is We. The we of me and you!
Genesis is Now, the Mind is Incarnate.