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zamolxes
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 Posted - Feb 22 2021 : 5:43:45 PM
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As in a gathering of truth (satsang) I came with a text after wondering at the breach in perception, non-dual and dual. This is my take, that it doesn't matter, they are still words as long as I'm concerned. Moderators, feel free to move it to another forum if it doesn't have it's place. I just wanted to bring something to the gathering.
Many people on the spiritual path are bombarded with an enormous amount of information, or rather, they begin to indulge into them. Why is that? Surely we've been wired that way, the more knowledgeable we are the more apt we become in the world. But what about the spiritual path, what about Brahman, the One, the Source or Tao. What of them? And what of us? We always ask ourselves and then the world where do we stand in this game? To be honest, that is what stands as the foundation of our curiosity. Fact, but not accusation.
Then again, we learn of surrender, we experience it but something happens, we begin to learn from a deeper layer. We relate more, we still unknowingly desire this or that, and between all, our compass spins relentlessly, and oh how tiring. We fear it, but we seek it. Still the same world we've been living in. What can we do? Practice.
Now we practice, we plunge headfirst into the ocean of spiritual sports, we let go and we pump up. We meditate and we breathe, and with each breath we come alive, with each mantra we die a little, what a wonderful game. Life is not grey anymore, and neither are we. But something always tends to happen, didn't Murphy said so? There is still a little devil sitting on our shoulder pointing in some kind of direction. It whispers, and some bad stuff seeps out of us, we sweat it and the wind picks it up and then? Awooo the wolves smell it and come for trouble. "Don't think that" they bark, "Do it like this" "Let go!" "You are it!" You are not it!" You are this!" "You are that!" "You are not this and neither that!" "Let go!" "I am!" We are now in a rollercoaster, or as the spanish called them, The Russian Mountain, because everything is weird, we don't understand nothing of it, and when we get down we smell of Vodka and wear sports attire.
The strange face of Love... But having fell in love, something of us has to fall away, such are the ways of Grace. First it embraces us, then it shakes us up, like a bully in old cartoons, waiting for whatever we have on our pockets to fall away.
Then we get it, it isn't a sport. It is not a race, not a competition, there is not a road neither. Dual or non-dual? What are words anyway? We shed another layer of our onion-like incarnation, and what comes out of it? We cry, that's what we get by shedding layers off of onions. And we cry and cry, we become children again, we stop understanding the world, everything seems strange and wrong, and we cry. We become afraid of questions, having spent a life in a cave on a forgotten mountain (Russian), behind us a fire (the devil) and in front of us the shadows (the wolves), we get sick and we want out, out of spiritual games, of society's ones too, out of the cult of personality, away from our guesses and interpretations, away from desires, from teachings and from words in general. And that's it, we get out and then? Well we burn our retinas, of course.
We see the sun, the sky and Nature, and that's life, and oh how blessed are we to be able to see it, and how joyful becomes Nature too, to be gazed upon by consciousness. Unaware of it, we bring nature alive, this is our place on earth, as the senses of the Universe to perceive itself. We see light, and we love it, and Nature celebrates, the leaves of the trees bask in the celestial golden light of the sun, and unaware of the famed hairstyle spoiler, the wind, they are picked up for a dance.
And so we see, that life is not made up of colors, but by the thing disguising as them Light, and so is our Self made up of. And truth? Dancing between the right and the wrong, playing hide and seek. Yes, playing.
Now, as Yuri Gagarin with his tick tick in the spaceship, we come to love everything that we experience, for that which we perceive exists solely because of our perception, and as nature, it embraces us. And we too, exist solely because of it. And so, 1 plus 1 is equal with it all.
Alan Watts said it once, that the Universe is a blot of ink scurrying about, and the little lines that flow out of it are galaxies, stars and planets. Then the lines bifurcate and smaller ones come about, elements! Trees and animals, and then? More little lines. We appear, the same blot of ink, away on a white page. And everything we see? Same blot of ink. But does it matter? It is it with us knowing it or not.
What now? Of course, we practice.
Zam
Peace
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Edited by - zamolxes on Feb 22 2021 5:46:02 PM |
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interpaul
USA
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Posted - Feb 23 2021 : 4:19:42 PM
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| Zam, Thank you for that beautiful journey you took my mind on. |
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zamolxes
Romania
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Posted - Feb 24 2021 : 01:25:17 AM
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You are very kind interpaul, I always appreciate your support |
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Non-duality as duality? All but nothing.
