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A monkey puts his hand through a bamboo cage in a
sideways fashion and grips some delicacy and making a fist cannot get his hand
out, his desire and hunger is so fixed and intended he has trapped himself. The
Buddha was asked what is enlightenment and he opened a clenched fist also asked
the question he said and depicted a flower in the sky, it was flower in the sky and what was its meaning?
Like the monkey many of us have such a fixed
intention that even though we maybe trapped by this we cannot let go some
examples; religion, reality, political, cultural and so much more, they become
so ingrained that we cannot see the imprisonment and most of them we have been
taught and brain washed they appear to be sensible but real examination shows
that they are ideas that have been concreted and appear solid and like
examining the atomic structure of seeming solids and liquids under a scanning
electric microscope they appear as waves
and nebulous other movements, in fact solidified thought and that could be said
to be a dream or illusion made solid and real by belief and repetition, which
lays down layers and layers of illusion and paints so many of these layers they
become fixed and the illusion disappears as reality.
The mind holds tight, the tight grip of its ‘fake’
reality its virtual programmes turned reality and the clenched fist is
determined to hang on at all costs to its apparent safety and security. On an occasion when something shakes loose or
there is an awakening the fist may let go and the reluctant leaner bike rider suddenly
rides and the tentative aspirant in the swimming pool lets go and the water
supports them and they swim, until that point all these were fears and that were reality and riding swimming replace the reality of fear of those events
and a new reality born until an accident or death. We can still enjoy these
pursuits as long as we realise they are not permanent and are not our safety
and security and they and all things pass with time.
The flower in the sky to me is the illusion that
what we see with our senses are but a fleeting part of life. We may if we are
adaptable and flexible change many religions, ideas, political trends, fashion
and really be a chameleon, yet never settle for a while and wandering to find
more flowers in the sky that have wilted and died even though we have watered
and tended them with care. But what of the sky, the endless backdrop, the
canvas, the film, the void, the womb where the flower appears? This is the
ocean where the waves appear from, the flower pops out, creation blossoms and
yet is this reality or just a neat concept to explain how something comes out
of nothing, the elusive God we seek and never see, the pot we feel, smell,
touch and yet not the potter.
So giving up trying to see the invisible hand that
made the pot, we may choose the pot as our realities even we may know at a deep
level it is not real and permanent. It’s too hard to fathom this big bang god
thing. So trillions over the years agreed on living a life of illusion that
appears to be for ever and ever amen, and live the lie and deceit that our
human cultures, religions, politics, fads and fashions hold the security and
for some a rather nebulous and fearful death and after life will reveal the
real reality and heaven and hell will finally sort it out.
When we actually really see through the fabric of
illusions, and realise the conjures trick as some magicians, wise persons,
Shamans and Guru’s have along with many physicists have, especial in the
quantum realm and it is interesting to read their quotes they sound more like
Eastern Zen and Yogi Masters in some cases one just begin to see the fabric
has holes in it and things ‘aint(aren't) not what they says they was’ and
reality is another misnomer, as laid down by certain authorities probably in
order to control these free thinkers.
When one really sees the tight grip, this
tenacious octopus of the collective thought which is cemented like an overlay
on Buddha’s sky, a thin veneer over the canvas, an overlay over the bare
boards, the oil over the ocean, we really can be quite shaken and there appears
to be nowhere to land our boat, no port to offer safe haven and person to allay
our fears until we dive beneath the veneer, oil, overlay, chemtrails and all
else and sink into the ocean that may not be as solid or real as our former
false flag, yet at least we knew the pot and so what I want live forever,
welcome death and until then I’ll live a life of unreal and to me real reality,
so there and blow it all.
Yet we have been bitten and the taste of unknown
hand of the potter is not felt as solid, it has not the feel of things, a quality a
definition that human senses can put a
label on and say that is real, I see it, touch it, know it and yet I know its
essence is a pot and it is as solid as its atoms and they are 99.99% empty
space held together I now think in pot form by thought, in fact my pot is
solidified thought and when I examine what a thought is it leads me back to a
fleeting mind thing, some just a say an electronic event in the brain between
synapses neurones and that is a merely electrical phenomena and that is about
illusionary to me as anything else said.
When it really hits hard is when one actually sees
the horror of the fact of the illusionary Universe and then sees it at first as
a hologram then realises it is all in wave and frequencies, then the brain like
a TV, Radio, Cell / mobile phone and so on are decoders and all is made to
appear real and solid by the algorithms of the Universe and brain and the
decoding devices and then at first it is an AH HA intellectual turn on, and
then a mind buzz and then a numbing blinding awesome amazing blazing truth and
then it quietens down somewhat and some disbelief tends to filter in and one’s
world view and everything else seems to have no real meaning and one lives in
the world but not in it.
It does take some acclimatising too and then one
travels on in life in some way that cannot be pinned down, one rides the
currents and tides of a sort of something that this reality if it is such or just
a another variation will bring along its highway. Here time has no intrinsic meaning so long
live the traveller in no man's land and that’s about a false statement as any in
this offering. For who can pin down real reality if there is no such thing?
SHACK
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