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Be still oh restless mind
What do you think you will
find
MANY THINGS COME TO MIND
THERE WILL BE HORROR AND
ALSO KIND
JUST BE STILL AND FEEL
It is fascinating to watch
the mind. It almost demands that one thinks. It is a habit and addiction. The
mind feels and thinks it does not exist unless it is thinking, imagining,
creating and this is OK, all right and it is a natural function of the mind. However
just as the body needs to balance exercise, eating, relaxing and chilling the
mind does as well. Sleep is not the same as voluntary meditating, letting the
breath settle and then whatever method of meditation employed as long as it is
not visualisations, imagery, hypnosis, affirmations, chanting, mantra, yantra,
mandala, mudra and the like, although they assist to the relaxed state and then
the breath to stillness.
Watching thoughts a sort
of inward attention and trying to trace where they arise is fascinating and
absorbing, they seem to arise spontaneously unless encouraged seemingly from
nowhere and fade or suddenly disappear to nowhere, like the arising of
particles and atoms flitting in and out in a dance like a fly and bumble bee
without order and seemingly chaotic, random and spontaneous.
If one watches
dispassionately suspending judgement not by wilful force or repression and
allows the symphony of the scenarios, the drama and fantasia of fantasy to run
its course and merely watching this with interest without intention or end
product one does not energise the performance and it remains a stand alone
experience.
Suddenly or gradually it
fades and it can do so of its own volition or a mysterious ‘prompt’ clicks in and
leads one to the awareness of the noise of thoughts, the exhaustion of their
demands to be incessant and sometimes subtle and seducing and the fatigue of
constant brain drain energy', even the body feels the need for rest and solitude
and the mind content the chatter and internal dialogue just switches off and
peace and relaxation flows in or rather it has been there all along but the content of mind that is thought and
emotions engendered by memory which maybe thought encapsulated in a ‘electric
hologram of brain synaptic’s and neurons 'firing up to produce the movie with
emotive force and complete overwhelm of any detached witness’ one takes on the
movie as reality and constant repetition becomes the belief this is my reality,
my world and saviour or destroyer, I live and fall by the judge and jury as to
the laws and dictates of these beliefs which when examined are a sequence, like
individual pixels and the still’s photographs and are etched into a composite
an album, a VIDEO and CD with the
digital bits gelled together to appear a seamless reality.
By the process of slowing
down the film of apparent reality of whom and what one is, one is beginning to
pull apart the threads, the warp and weft of weaving in the loom of the
mind. The thoughts become more tangible
and the feel and emotions accompanying them and one may realise that they arise
from a part of the mind that has been ring fenced by the creation through brain
washing and life experiences, the pleasures and traumas and actually have no physical place, no designated area of substance in form and in essence
apparently transparent and an illusion in nature, yet surprisingly enough the
viewer takes it as solid and form, corporeal and reality, such is the duping of the
repetitions that form the habit of one’s reality.
Consistent attention in a
detached observer with no outcome in mind but to let these sequences play out
sometimes with passionate sexual content, violence, fantasies from Sci-Fi to
whatever the imagination lends itself too will reveal it is mind games and the
mind is not the content of this panorama but the space in which they arise and
have carved out a ring fence which is invisible to the human senses but not too
the intuitive observer of the machinations of these facets of the content which
establishes and steals the space of awareness and its energy to cloud the
observer and immerse it in its own agenda and therefore runs mind stuff which
in reality has no foundation or base only to convince itself it is the real
person.
The ring fence, like sheep in a pen and each sheep is a digital pixel making the whole seem real has its
own ‘fools or fake intuition’ and at its base realises it is not real and has
no definite future and will try to glue and keep its sheepfold intact and
employs fear, guilt, envy, greed, lust, anger, jealousy and a lot more as its
cement and barbed wire.
The sheepfold of false
reality known as ego fears the awareness because when the observer begins to
examine the nature of its mind and finds the fragility, the futility and other
non realities it gradually by its awareness, not by force, but by observation
and this begins to stir the intuitive aspect of the witness observer and the
observer realises not by logic, intellect or some other means this is not who I
am and not what the body is either.
No matter how the mind
wrestles with the origin of thought although it realises intellectually as
above it will frustrate itself trying to find its true nature in its
conditioning and brain washing and knows at some point it is merely a robotic
instrument that has been programmed by someone else at some time and accepted
this blindly and is not its fault and does not have to blame itself for this dilemma. When the questioning begins and one realises I
am brain washed this is not me then the path to freedom ensues. However the
conditioning is so ingrained and the reality of one is questioned, it can become
a very frightening and scary process and one can say and question where then is
my foundation and base in just being an awareness, a seemingly witness without
substance either. However the witness
awareness feels so free and peaceful, so fulfilling that it is a reality of
emptiness, yet strangely enough so foreign to the ego agenda reality that the
pull to find another mind game conditioned programme will taunt, mock and put
the fear of god into one, yet with all the attacks, the one who has tasted this
freedom will weather the storm until it blows itself out and that make take
years and many incarnations.
One of the many traps the
ego sets is a relief from its bombardment for supremacy and utter control is a
break in its constant demands of content in the mind to remind itself I am alive by
the virtue of my thoughts, my thoughts are my witness as to my life and
reality, this short break will bring a false fake peace and when one just
begins to think, I've beaten the ego I have inner peace, back the ego comes and
with a vengeance or soft offering.
So the quest, some call it
the spiritual path, some have names like the spiritual warrior or spiritual
samurai, the sword of Christ that cuts through the dross. Let it be said
thought has it uses such as every day living and social intercourse, however
the awareness will kick in when it gets out of hand of course this depends if
witnessing is for one or one is just content to go along with the brain washed
illusion of reality.
SHACK
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