A broken and hopeful entity clings to itself, rises beyond the wreckage, and steps bravely into its vision of the future.
The Wreckage Ascends
Month: July 2014
Eyes in the Back of Your Head.
Consider the sketch I’ve attached.
The fish-hook of life has snagged on your soul’s clothes, and you’re whizzing through the timeosphere, seemingly in one direction. This is true of all of us. We move chronologically – logically through the chronos. (The cosmos [space and time], minus the space)
Being beings, we are free to choose our actions as we whizz along. Our illustrated example shows a very unisexual person experiencing his own irresistible movement through the chronos. It also shows, in the first two images, his decision to look either behind himself – to the past, contemplating, learning from experience, remembering, perhaps hurting – or ahead of himself – to the future, planning, expecting, hedging, perhaps worrying and doubting.
We’re often presented with this choice being a dichotomy: We are free to choose, but we can only choose one at a time. “Don’t look back”, “Plan ahead”, “Those who do not learn from the past are doomed to repeat it”, etc. Even if advice is not being peddled, the assumption is often the same forced choice. It makes sense – in our analogy of a physical person flying through time, the person has only one set of eyes, and they can only look one direction.
But we are thankfully not solely physical beings. Our bodies may age, fail, die and disintegrate – which is fine, by the way – but alongside our body our selves walk the silver thread of time. “Mind”, “Spirit”, “Self”, “Consciousness”, whatever it is, may be constrained in some ways by working through a physical body, but it seems to have its own characteristics. I think maybe its vision is much more flexible and adaptable than our physical vision.
As we see in the final frame of my sketch, our androgynous lady/man has sprouted a number of new eyes, and has suddenly gained the benefit of synchronous hindsight and foresight. He/She/It has escaped the dichotomy physical sight necessitates, and can make decisions based on past experiences and future expectations.
Meditate on this. Is it possible to “grow” new “eyeballs” in your soul? To gain new vantage points without losing the old?
Is such a thing even possible?
On that note, goodnight, and
Shalom.
The three keys to unlock engagement.
Well well, here we are again, together. I’m sending thoughts wooshing into your mind, and you’re hopefully paying attention to them as they fly by. Here we go!
Lately, I’ve struggled with my own inertia. I’ve set fairly strong patterns of living: functional tasks like cooking eggs, driving to work, making …”coffee” all day are cemented in my routine – which is fine. However I have other, less concrete patterns that I live out daily – I get anxious about being hungry (yeah, it’s strange), I fixate on our money supply, I fret about my future, I chase simple anaesthetic “pleasures”, I compare myself to others, I compete with my wife, and on, and on, and on. These patterns define me, because they seem to decide how I act to others, myself and the world around me. And it seems as though they do it all by themselves.
Inertia does its best to keep me travelling paths I travelled yesterday. If I lose mindfulness of my living – ohsoeasy to do, like dandelion seeds in a tornado – inertia’s smothering weight bears down on me and before I know it a week has passed; I’ve not exercised, I’ve not connected with any of you fine people, nothing is done, and no memories are created. I surface on some evening evening with a gasp, and looking around me I cringe at how hard I slipped, how much fell through the wide cracks.
Not to worry though: We all have (starting right now this very second check it out!!) an opportunity to gently take inertia aside and set a new course for ourselves. The great thing about inertia is it’s mindless – you teach it where to go, and it just barrels on ahead face down like a stupid angry cow or something (no offence to the intelligent cows of our communities) when you slacken the reins.
So take heart, you who are weary and splintered of mind. Take a breath.
A deep breath.
Another. Deep. Breath.
And out of that breath let flow down the mountain of inertia even a tiny, burbling stream of intent. Not advertisers’ intents nor your parents’ intents nor your anxiety’s intent. Your intent is all you need to begin.
What you begin is up to you!
As I said, I’ve struggled with my untrained inertia getting the better of me. So lately, I’ve been carving time to reflect and write down what bubbles up from my soupy consciousness. I’ve come up with a list of three fairly actionable items which I hope will help me train my inertia towards mindfulness, beauty and abundance. Perhaps they’ll help you out if you’ve been finding yourself at the beck and call of frustrating meaningless lately.
Or perhaps not.
Either way, here they are. I’ll write more about them soon, especially the relationship between creating and consuming. Have a great week, everyone.
Create in accordance with your consumption.
Consume in accordance with your mindfulness.
Be mindful of all, always, all ways.
Free The Field 