And you won´t know what to say…

I have gone through a rather turbulent period lately – this insidious Wasteland is abusively but subtly perverting everything, constantly stealing and depriving me of my force and energy, so lately, I have been very confused, no longer knowing where I am heading.

So earlier today, sitting in a cafe, I kind of heard within this voice saying clearly,
“I am the one with no past or future, I am movement without moving…”

At first I didn´t quite understand the significance of these words in that particular moment.

There were other things being “said” inside of me at the same time, but I was kind of short of words….
I felt I knew, but I didn´t know how to put it, I didn´t know what to say

Some moments later, I happened to read GENDUN RINPOCHE´S words, and lo!…these were the words that I felt earlier, but couldn´t utter myself !!

What an incredible serendipity. Such epiphany in the midst of my sadness. It felt that the post was almost written for me.

Here it is:

“Let go of what has passed.

Let go of what may come.

Let go of what is happening now

Don´t try to figure anything out

Don´t try to make anything happen

Relax, right now and rest.”

Furthermore:

“Leave this mind of yours

in its natural state where there is nothing artificial.

In this state, seeing a thought move,

rest on it, relaxed.

No attachment to stability

no fear of movement,

aware that there is no difference

between stability and movement,

mind arising from mind.

In this state, where there is no grasping, no attachment,

rest natural and relaxed.

In this state, natural reality itself,

the essence of your own mind,

primordial awareness, empty clarity

will arise… and you won’t know what to say.

In this state you will settle, suspended and relaxed.

Without grasping at the stability as something,

naturally in place, naturally free ;

without seizing on or rejecting the mind’s productions,

please settle… THERE.”

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This cursed Wasteland

She was such a nice, delicate and good-looking girl before. 
The daughter of my cousin.

When I saw her lately I got scared and dumbfounded: taking after and obeying the zeitgeist vainly indulging in outward pursuit only, totally ignoring her inner person, despite being in her twenties, she had become like an old woman – an ugly shadow of herself…

So immensely sad…

Inner beauty is constantly ignored and neglected, and if you venture to remind
many a woman about the intimate relation between inward and outward reality,
they will laugh you in the face. Like she would have done now.

We pay the price of our opinionated ignorance – overlooking the Soul has conspicuously
dire consequences.

Alas, the legacy of these age: turning beauty into monstrosity.

Only when iIlusion is demystified, LOVE can arise.

Alootka:
Julien, I like the What of your posts, this is why I follow your blog. But the How often awakes my negative emotions and stops me from “liking”. For me Love means understanding without judging. I believe the only “no” that works is a firm “no” said from Love, from caring, from feeling equal with others. I don’t feel understanding reading your posts, I feel fighting and proving, I feel fear of ego that tries to keep you higher than others. This is not meant as announcing an objective truth, there are my feelings I am sharing of faith that we are supposed to be mirrors for each other. What you are going to do with it is up to you.

Me:
You see, I can not be held liable over other people´s negative emotions. Negative emotions are each and everyone´s personal responsiblity.
If something triggers negative emotion – in this particular case, my posts – it doesn´t imply that the post as such is “negative” or “positive”. Evidently, it has more to do with
the other´s,- indeed, with your way of understanding and perception of it.

It is obvious, certain of my posts are not ingratiating ego lullabies, there are many others who successfully indulge in that kind of futile pursuit. It is not my intent either to be liked or disliked, but to create a real impact, in order to back those ones who want to break free from illusion. In my own experience,
people I didn´t “like” at first sight have opened my eyes more than the ones I “liked”.
TRUTH is hard to convey, and even harder to accept. Truth hurts… – the ego being the first to repudiate Truth, taking it as menace.

Habitually, we are so inveterately caught in delusion and hypocrisy so what many times is taken for “love”, is just Egomania. Languorous rubbish. Soap opera. This soap opera, which is our age, this horrible Wasteland has almost eliminated true Worth, Soul and Spirit, turning Love and great human endeavour into some kind of foolish nonsense. The same goes for Truth. Truth for many is something similar with a dinosaur. They know it existed, but never saw it.

Please, get me straight: I do not compare myself with anyone. If I don´t compare myself, how then could I be “worse” or “better” than anyone?…Higher or lower, better or worse, are the outcome of our finite mind, meaning that there is no other person to be better or worse than me either.

Thus, I FEEL EQUAL WITH NOBODY! I feel equal with myself only, I only fraternize with other
people´s naked truth, which in turn, is my truth!!

We are mirrors of each other´s True Image not of each other´s reciprocal falseness.
Mirrors of Encounters is a place for true encounter, self-critical examination, honesty and readiness to question, not a place for convenient falsehood and comfortable idleness.

I am not here to flirt with bad taste, pretense, fraud and imposture. Truth is not self-infatuation. Truth demystifies illusion.

And only when Illusion is demystified and seen as illusion, then and only then, LOVE can arise.

A night in Hades

Sometimes you feel like you said all you had to say, that actually there is nothing more to add…On my behalf,
just now it feels like that…as if I´ve used it all, I have sourced all the arsenal of my knowledge.
I feel like a hollow man, destitute of himself, helplessly aware that Wasteland is an all too overwhelming and gigantic entity, on which I have no chance of victory.

Wasteland disposes over enormous powers. It has many allies. The higher you come, the more insidious ways it uses to destabilize you. The evil forces are extraordinarily uncanny and shrewd. Under the disguise of “good and elegant”, of “beautiful and benevolent”, “well-behaved and distinguished”, it can easily convince you to open your soul and let the guard down, and alas, when you least expect…bang!!, the monster emerges and attacks in all its vicious ugliness. You may think these are pure phantasies…Bad news, they are not.

However, it can come in innumerable manifestations, it is well versed, it has an incredible repertoire, from incredibly subtle to fierce aggressiveness. It can come as huge fear, disillusion, loneliness,despondency, discouragement, depression, disease. You heard me right: disease is one of the most favourite expressions of evil!

It can even “orchestrate” accidents! it can literally hit you out of the blue from nowhere. It sounds preposterous, but it has happened me many times. The moment you relax too much and you are no longer cautious…bam, there comes the slap.

The worse is that it can come while you sleep. And as we no longer know how to protect ourselves during our night sleep, they can freely enter in our most intimate territory: the soul.

What I am going to say now, maybe for many of you sound like stupid megalomania, but this is a fact:

Inside and outside of me, I HAVE CREATED ALREADY SUCH INCREDIBLE FLOW AND POWERFUL STREAMS OF CLARITY  WHICH DEFIES THE DARK, so these dark forces are terribly displeased.

I repeat, what I say sound absolutely preposterous: I was attacked with such vehemence last night, I thought
I was about to die – yes, it was the worse kind of psychic attack I ever witnessed.
I take the big risk of making a fool of myself, but I have nothing to lose…I feel I have to share this with you.

This is the reality nobody will ever talk to you about. This reality is more “real” than anything else. For sure, average people will laugh you in the face. Fairytales, myths and other science fiction sagas, describe very well this many folded reality of life… Ultimately, despite all evidence, THIS LIFE IS NOTHING MORE THAN A MAGIC TALE, believe me on that!

Goethe wrote all his life about these forces, represented by Mephistopheles. The master understood…

However, yesterday night I felt as the loneliest man on this planet, feeling and realizing what was going on, but having absolute no clue how to defend myself. Who could have believed me, and be with me and support me on that…? I am still very frail after last night, I haven´t yet recovered…

I WOULD NEED TO TALK TO SOMEONE INITIATED IN THESE OCCULT MATTERS, someone “serious”, versed in magic, who sees and perceives the gravity of all I have depicted here.

A good one

Each time we awaken from the anesthesia forced upon on us by the wasteland we get a glimpse of enlightment.

Jane