What is not easy predictable is terribly daunting
2015/07/29 1 Comment
Being governed by fear, we´re prone to control everything,
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.
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Julien Matei
Mirrors of Encounters 
G’day, Baba Julien…
I’m thinking that part of this enlightenment/unburdening process involves the realization that the only thing that is predictable is that nothing is predictable. Change is the constant. Dynamic. Flux. The energetic FLOW.
This, to me, is an invitation into The Void…a recognition of the Wholeness of existence…and results in the awareness that our conditioned ‘belief’ in ‘individuality’ is incomplete (my preference). But ‘wrong’ works for me — for the sake of discussion. =)
There is no such thing as one-without-the-other. This thing that I was taught to call ‘me’ is an expression of (what I choose to label) The Allness. As I progressively loosen my grip on imagined control (and predictability), I learn that All is Nothing, and Nothing is All.
The ‘conditioning’ urges me to ‘take credit’ for things over which I have no control. The sense that I experience that I am living in some kind of Twilight Zone is unsettling to the extent that I EXPECT to live in some ‘more stable state’.
Life is a ride. Human Pride has grown to a ‘place’ where we humans tend to gloat over our collective ability to analyze (i.e. perpetually dissect) existence. The more we DO, the less connected we become to BEING.
I’m done with imagining that I can slice up The World into understandable, controllable, explainable ‘pieces’. I’m done with thinking…and thinking about thinking…and worrying…and worrying about worrying. How we got to the point that we call this process ‘living’, I have no idea.