Who are we beyond our images?
Sometimes I don´t feel like talking. There are moments when words feel like a ban.
It is so rare these days to share silence with someone, without feeling
embarrassed.
They say that in Tibetan language there is a specific word for sitting in silence
together, “smelling” each other, before any words are uttered.
To smell each other´s silence. So fantastic.
We by contrary, are so obsessed with ceaseless wording. How could we ever hear each other’s words, if we don’t take in each other’s silence? We talk compulsively, drowning each other in meaningless noise.
Why?…
Because basically we fear the other.
Indeed, we are afraid of each other´s silence, as we are ashamed of our fear we see in the other. We are subsequently killing each other with more or less intelligent concepts and inane sophistry, because we are afraid to know in-depth, to feel genuinely, to confront anything for real. “What I can´t control scares me”, they tacitly say.
Openness scares.
Openness, being imponderable, cannot be subsumed, and is therefore,
beyond control. Openness is amoral, a threat to our stereotypical approach.
A child is still permitted to be open. But if you, as a “grown-up”, take the risk of being open in whatever encounter, having no specific agenda other than pleasure to share a moment of leisure and mutual discovery, then God forbid – there is something fishy about you. “Improper behaviour. It´s not civilized to be yourself.”
You can´t be open and honorable, oh no. For sure, you must have a hidden plan.
“WHAT´S IN IT FOR YOU IF YOU HAVE NO URGE TO CONTROL AND LET
YOURSELF BE CONTROLLED?”
To all these suspicious morons I would like to say:
What´s in it for you to be such stupid, petty-minded thralls, WHY DO YOU HATE TO BE FREE?…
Freedom…- our worst fear…
Yes, we are afraid to be free, to be ourselves. Afraid to accept one another beyond
projection – for who are we without these emotional and intellectual images of each other…?
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I feel an inner urge to express what I see, to communicate and share with others all these impressions. Often the things I see are there, not yet manifest, but waiting... to be observed, talked about, and embraced.
These new insights need another approach, a more vivid curiosity...
Due to fear and prejudice we prefer to see only "the official" truth - but THE OFFICIAL TRUTH IS DEAD - being dead, it has nothing to give...
We can continue pretending Death is fascinating or... we can take the trouble to LIVE...
THE NEW has no definition yet...
Again, IT requires another "perception", the courage to apprehend everything differently, from a totally new angle, with new confidence and inquisitive touch. This blog is not about interesting concepts, it is about participation... finding new solutions, inspiration, togetherness.
Mirrors of Encounters 
Afraid to accept one another beyond projection. Yes.
I’ve become so tired of meaningless anything. Relationships, conversations, experiences. I just can’t bring myself to fake my way through it like I once could. I’m tired of the projections. I long to see the real, raw, whatever people are.
You speak for me as well here.
Why shd you fake? What´s the purpose of it? Imagine how lonely and insecure people are if they are faking a life…
I prefer to be quiet, to be on my own instead of indulging in foolish conversations.
I like very much this last line of yrs;
” I long to see the real, raw, whatever people are.”
Reblogged this on Mirrors of Encounters and commented:
To be really free: our worst fear…
So, so good to read again. Perfectly mirroring my present state (again).
For a moment I thought I wrote it, I love when that happens.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, silence, I love you!
~<3
The mirrors watch
Silence is unsaid… – like Love…