Can we ever grasp the inconceivable?

“Perception” is the inevitable result of all our yesterdays, of our sorrows and failures, of our creeds, all in all, of our amort experience based on biased belief.

Our name is Conditioning.

How can we trust our perception?

How can we thus trust language, since every word awakens a false projection? A mere image, based on a past experience?…

What is Unity afer all?…Or, better yet – what isn´t?

For sure, Unity is not a sum of things. Of loose fragments coming together. No matter how subtle our wording, Unity cannot be inferred linguistically. Or intellectually. With our cognitive instruments, It cannot be wielded.

Therefore, there is no path leading to It…as Unity is not a destination, not an aim. It is beyond projection, beyond choice… It simply cannot be found within the realm of duality: the seeker versus the found…

If we are to know what Unity is, we have to have he guts to question and examine in-depth our warped perception, from which our Knowledge has arisen.

As yet, we don´t have a metalanguage to convey the inconceivable.

But if we have the courage to rid ourselves of and die to all concepts and perverted names, we might just as well hear this wondrous Music behind all music.

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The opposite of contemplation is not action, it is reaction

Pure action, always proceeds from a contemplative silence in which we are able to listen anew to what is really happening.

Without some degree of silence, we are never living, never tasting, as there is not much capacity to enjoy, appreciate, or taste the moment as it purely is.

– Richard Rohr

A reminder

Words are mere symbols that point us to something that cannot be expressed in words or any other kind of symbol.

I blame you for the things I refuse to admit in myself

Most of the things we say about others, are the things we obfuscate and have a hard time admitting in ourselves…Isn´t it so? – we blame others for our unwillingness to look at ourselves…

Human nature in a nutshell: “I am neither interested to consider, or genuinely inclined to examine myself…”- although we so skillfully claim the opposite…Really…we play
hide-and-seek with ourselves. With life…

We secretly want to be in power, that is, to remain separated…Only so I can blame you for my self-harm…Only so I am entitled to attack you.

My self-defense turns you into my enemy….My self-defense justifies my violence.

We love to remain the victims of our own refusal to see…- because, only by playing unconscious, I can make you responsible for my pain…

Who learns, and what is to be learned?…

Can´t we simply drop learnedness for a change?…especially when it comes to living…

What if Life is about un-knowing, about un-learning?…

What if the very attempt to learn – that is, to acquire knowledge -, is the most gruesome waste of precious life…?

By constantly indulging in learning, we create time. Time meaning distance between the knower and the known. Time being another name for frustration and sadness…for disappointment…

What if the past and future time is gone, leaving us no choice than smile?

Indeed…

What if?

The end of all tales

Everything I know, or think to know, makes me sad. Despondent. Miserable…

If I remain within the specific – and thus narrowing – limits of my lifelong experience, I am doomed…Likewise, if I remain a victim of my anticipation, constantly projecting my experience in the so-called future, I unbeknownst maintain and generate the same flawed image of me, with its fears, shortcomings and abysmal regrets…

Do I want that?…- cause this is the real question:

Do I find any sense in tormenting and beating up myself?

Is it any gain in self-punishment?…

Or am I aware that everything I think I know is simply a point of view…? – a rather prejudiced and incomplete outlook on life, based on an outlandish story I have been inventing and telling myself…

Can I put behind me the thought of me? – that is, the idea of me being a linear creature with a past and a future – and instead, plunge into the Timeless Presence of Me, into the No Tale of me, into The Miracle of the Unknown Me…

Do less

Listen more…