Saturday, September 05, 2009

And the Horse you Rode in On

There is one thing happening in these times and one thing only and that is a choice of direction. There is nothing else. It is either all about down here or it is about migrating to a higher plane where down here becomes up there but still somewhere in between. For me it is preferable to go up there because the thrill is gone down here anyway and up there has what I seek as a natural part of the environment, the same way we have earth and water here. Of course the next realm is only a way station for sorting out new capacities to gain the understanding and wisdom needed to eventually become the self-contained reality that we see in the Buddhas and others where they have manifested a world in which everything may become aligned to the essence; our destiny being to shine like the stars at night upon that black ignorance which is the confusions of form and impermanence... the body kaleidoscope turning the endless permutations of the same into the variations of geometry and color that keep us thinking we can make something new out of what is the same thing. Of course we can. It is what we do and we do it for the purpose of distraction from the primary purpose and that is essentially what life is; us distracted in the midst, seeking the balancing state of eternity in the midst or... seeking something else. Balance isn't static. It is always adjusting... through lives, time and karma until finally coming into a state of imperceptible shifts of indwelling fullness, filled with the qualities of God or something else.

Pause... ‘for’ the moment and... (in respect of our recent conversations here) let’s deliver this in a model that might be familiar and allow for a deeper penetration than what is available at the last grab item stands at the checkout counter; be they candies or magazines or books.

The first paragraph went by way too fast. The second was an interlude. This one wants to point out that ‘there’ is ‘here’. Sometimes people think Heaven is an ‘other place’ that you go to and... it’s true... there is something that represents passage and... something leads you ...and this is true of Heaven and Hell and degrees between because it is all suffering at some point until there is no point in suffering because you got the point. Is this relatively clear? Accidents that aren’t accidents happen like “Heaven’s Gate” when people become confused about here and there. Heaven and Hell are part of you. The problem is in the adjustment of the kingdoms to one another within the person in search of whatever that might be. Different things lead to different places but it’s always here and it’s always now.

As long as you can draw a breath there is hope within it and the possibility of a changed direction. The appropriate place to start is right in the act of how you are treating someone else and what that has to do with what you want because what you want has to do with where you are going and ‘how’ you want it has something to do with the ease of the ride. Intense spiritual desire is no less painful than other pursuits though it does have the redemption of the destination. Yes, it hurts. The question should be, why does it hurt?

Getting into things is often easier than getting out of them. No matter what anyone tells you, anything you wish for, aspire to, work for, scheme after and all of the possible combinations require changes. Change is seldom comfortable but it is changing. Change is often exciting and it can be terrifying too. We intentionally terrify ourselves. By example I can give you amusement rides; white water affairs. dark diving, spelunking inquiries after types of matter ...or escape from the same... scary movies... walking in the woods or down dark streets at night. Why are you there to begin with? What do you think you will find? The problem is that we are all lost because we can’t remember where we came from and so we are ‘here’; wherever here is. Depending on the individual that can be just about anywhere and there you are, right now, in ‘this’ life at this point and

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An Angel writing in a book of gold:

Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?" The Vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."

"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the Angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerily still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one who loves his fellow men."

The Angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest!”

Poetry can be hijacked but truth never. You will note the last paragraph in the link and possibly understand that forces are also at work to make life uncomfortable and to demand that you give cause for why you are here and that your presence requires your engagement in things that you may or may not want to have anything to do with.

Yes, here we are. What are we going to do about it? That we shall see because everyone is doing something according to what they think is real and according to whom they think is in control of the whole of the oyster; if oyster it be.

We are not just what we are but we are also what we are in respect (or the lack of) of what is moving around us. At this time there’s a great deal of manipulation at work because various powerful agendas are on their way to a meeting with the source of power itself. These agendas are aware and unaware of this, depending.

Some agendas are informed no further than the horse on which they ride and do not know that that horse may well be another creature whose ear is tuned to the whistle of his real master. No, they’re just out riding in some conveyance. It could be a limousine or it could be a tank. It could be an airplane and it could be a ship or it could be a horse disguised as everything else but the point is that it is moving and they are going. Some know where they are going and some do not. Some care and some do not care. Some want this and some want that and there is an enormous amount of things to want that are useless and incidental to the thing itself. All that interests me is the thing itself but... the distractions are great.

I believe along with Lao Tzu that the solution must begin with me. To the degree that I can live according to what is true then that will be true of me. It is no matter to me what the laws of the lands and elements in the hands of those forging the world for their own purposes demand or insist or compel to be but rather what I would make of me. I would rather not have war on my borders. Therefore there should be no war inside myself and everything will follow of its own accord until the world is made whole again.

This is just to say that this ‘every moment is the same moment’ is also the point of change and the point of impact. You can start in this very moment to listen for that whistle; if whistle it be. In relation to the degree of surrender, the door will open accordingly. In relation to the degree of letting go, it will all go away. Is it old wine in new bottles or new wine in old bottles that you should or shouldn’t do?

Sometimes neither option is correct because the imponderables are not just this or that. They are something beyond this and that. They might even contain this and that. There is a force or there is not. It is real or it is not. If it is real and alive, it is probably conscious and aware of you so that might be the place to start. I think, regardless of all of whatever else is out there and in there that this would be my primary concern. Once having established that it is real and alive and conscious and indwelling how do I contact it? You should be laughing at this point and that would also mean you have your answer or will be getting one soon.

Visible sings: Color Ball by Les Visible♫ It's Changing ♫
'It's Changing' is track no. 5 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Color Ball'
Lyrics (pops up)

Color Ball by Les Visible

The New Shangri-La.


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