What happens when the hamster wheel stops and one hasn't left the mortal coil? The beliefs on the merry go round, the carousel, the constant repetitions that are the daily automatic robotic like performances, affording some security in the known of the same old, same old, comfortable in some ways and yet growth maybe limited. True the body grows and perhaps some quest of the mind may add to the stimulus, however many just resign themselves and live with a kind of false contentment and many are afraid to peep over the parapet.
When the wheel stops not on death but on the realisation of the constant cycling of the known one may begin to observe the track, the wheel and watch with a kind of detached interest one's daily routines and the world's routines and begins to question are these daily routines really me, like when I change furniture in the room and go to the old lay out automatically, why do I feel so uncomfortable when my routine is disturbed, why is allopathic medicine only accepted mainly in the West while herbal,energy, TCM and Ayurvidic remedies and medicines are not and so on.
I have based my life on being conditioned, I have accepted the routine like a programmed robot, an algorithm me, a digital implant of someone else's brain washed self.
So when the wheel ceases its high revolutions and I begin and begins to slow down one begins to pick out the individual IT computer digital pixels, bits of quanta, the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle that one takes as one's life. The jigsaw is the revolving wheel, imagine the jigsaw on a wheel and moving so fast it is a scenario in movement of ones life, one is caught up in the jigsaw and now one begins to see the pieces of the puzzles were and are the concepts that were taught and ingrained into one, an etched in acid brain ingrained as reality and so security.
When the pieces fall away one realises that one is aware of space in the jigsaw and that space feels frightening at first and then it begins to dawn on one 'I' am this space, 'I' am aware without the jigsaw or the wheel and 'I' that space, I am an aware being, a consciousness and I exist as a witness to the puzzle but not the puzzle. Previously my identity was the puzzle wheel, now I can live on and in the wheel without being tightly bound to its colourful presentation in order to lure and seduce me out of attachment to the puzzle which when witnessed and observed is but a temporary transient weak structure.
Basically one can live with a few prominent pieces, enough to survive in this wheel in this incarnation and when the wheel stops completely at the death of the wheel, the human body, one can elect not to choose another wheel unless there are many left over pieces which may be named unfinished business.
I have based my life on being conditioned, I have accepted the routine like a programmed robot, an algorithm me, a digital implant of someone else's brain washed self.
So when the wheel ceases its high revolutions and I begin and begins to slow down one begins to pick out the individual IT computer digital pixels, bits of quanta, the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle that one takes as one's life. The jigsaw is the revolving wheel, imagine the jigsaw on a wheel and moving so fast it is a scenario in movement of ones life, one is caught up in the jigsaw and now one begins to see the pieces of the puzzles were and are the concepts that were taught and ingrained into one, an etched in acid brain ingrained as reality and so security.
When the pieces fall away one realises that one is aware of space in the jigsaw and that space feels frightening at first and then it begins to dawn on one 'I' am this space, 'I' am aware without the jigsaw or the wheel and 'I' that space, I am an aware being, a consciousness and I exist as a witness to the puzzle but not the puzzle. Previously my identity was the puzzle wheel, now I can live on and in the wheel without being tightly bound to its colourful presentation in order to lure and seduce me out of attachment to the puzzle which when witnessed and observed is but a temporary transient weak structure.
Basically one can live with a few prominent pieces, enough to survive in this wheel in this incarnation and when the wheel stops completely at the death of the wheel, the human body, one can elect not to choose another wheel unless there are many left over pieces which may be named unfinished business.
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