I remember quite a few years ago sitting in a park with someone I hadn't seen for thirty odd years and telling her I felt that in any meetings of people there was a shared responsibility between them to have come to whatever space they shared. The illustration I used was a traffic accident and in that there supposedly was the active and the passive, or conventionally, the wrong doer and the victim, but my contention was that both shared equal responsibility in having that meeting exist.
Quite contentious really given our morality is such that the passive participant somehow has no active choice in being there, that chance or circumstance not of their choosing has brought them to be in a place where they have interacted with an active choice made by someone else.
Ah, that's right, now I remember what led me to this idea. It was that within meditation, or doing lots of meditation, my subconscious activity was becoming more pronounced in daily life. I became able to see these motivations just under the surface, I think, because my mind was much quieter and that emptiness, or emptierness anyways, left room for the subconscious to rise up into a more obvious place of motivation which was throwing me around and into circumstances where those subconscious needs could be met.
So from there it wasn't too much of a leap to realise a responsibility, an ownership as it were, for the need of the subconscious to be heard but also, in bringing up my own subconscious, to see how much others were driven by their own but without being aware of how much precedence over their lives the subconscious had.
This is where it gets weird though because with alot of people you aren't just speaking to one person but anywhere from two to a cavalcade and which might take precedence? That's because even whilst the conscious is there so is the subconscious and the subconscious can be a whole world unto itself, and then above even the conscious is the superconscious too, and if you try to speak to them all using your own intellect... well, there lies madness.
Then the role of intuitiveness becomes apparent, a parent of sorts, but it's not something one can control or sieve through ones own ideas of what is right and wrong. Stuff just has to fall out... as if the part of you that is the intellect, that which actively determines through thinking what is and what isn't right, has gone on holiday.
There's just this use by date notification when it becomes somewhat obvious you've reached the limits of the intelligence you've always relied on... it just doesn't work anymore, it's too slow and the two dimensional way it works through cause and effect just isn't up to the task. But, of course, one couldn't have even reached this point of seeing how dull the tool really is unless one had been playing with, in what was previously in the background, a much sharper and keener tool.
And play may very well be the optimum word.
Monday, June 30, 2014
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Yet more rambling inconsequence.
I don't even go to Spiritual Forums much anymore but I did the other day and two posts have stuck with me. The first was about Jesus and Buddha and their state of enlightenment and especially a part about St John the Baptist being able to recognise such within Jesus. The next post was one by a fellow who'd lost his ability to be imaginative... and that's where I'll start because I have too.
It's not so much that it's gone so much as it's somehow surplus to requirements and if anything gets in the way. Over the years I've come to accept what might be called a visionary way in that eventually what needs doing would arrive as a vision that would just pop fully formed into my head and if and when I started on a path to bring such into reality whatever was needed would arrive, and not only that, but the cues to go certain ways, within that making, would arrive when they were needed.
This was interesting in many ways but the most interesting was that I was just there to do the cutting and putting together and even that the things themselves which were produced were almost completely unimportant next to the actual ability to channel... as it were. It was like I could look at the artworks or constructions with fresh eyes and ears just like anyone else because my part involved almost negligible violition on my part other than being there and listening then doing and following the prompts and that what actually came into being was always so beyond what I could have imagined myself.
And that the only way to achieve and stand beside such wonders was the ability to not personalise the achievement... that it wasn't me at all but something much greater and far more extensive in it's understanding, which came through too because there was a far greater understanding in what 'I' might achieve and what my actual skills were than 'I' could actually understand.
So the ability to imagine, to visualise, became almost an affront to the ability to just listen. But it became problematic, and still is to a certain extent, because as well there came a knowledge that these stories in the form of things somehow had their own life and volition to go into other peoples lives and do and be what they might need. There were even instances, and still are, where possibilities would be laid out and have others grab hold of them as if they were their own and then pulled back and denied... which I still had to stand beside and take the blame for having brought forth. This was very humbling indeed as the supposed recipients would vent all their frustration at me and I'm standing there within a much bigger story than I might have thought I signed on for and being almost completely defenceless. And it was good!
And this then makes the post about St John being able to recognise Jesus as very interesting... because in all truth he might have been one of the very few who could have but I don't want to really go into that except to say that the only thing we can ever see in another is ourselves... a little forward in a future, a possibility of ourselves a little more open or a little more closed off, as if the ultimate truth of life is that binary... selfishness or selflessness.
It's not so much that it's gone so much as it's somehow surplus to requirements and if anything gets in the way. Over the years I've come to accept what might be called a visionary way in that eventually what needs doing would arrive as a vision that would just pop fully formed into my head and if and when I started on a path to bring such into reality whatever was needed would arrive, and not only that, but the cues to go certain ways, within that making, would arrive when they were needed.
This was interesting in many ways but the most interesting was that I was just there to do the cutting and putting together and even that the things themselves which were produced were almost completely unimportant next to the actual ability to channel... as it were. It was like I could look at the artworks or constructions with fresh eyes and ears just like anyone else because my part involved almost negligible violition on my part other than being there and listening then doing and following the prompts and that what actually came into being was always so beyond what I could have imagined myself.
And that the only way to achieve and stand beside such wonders was the ability to not personalise the achievement... that it wasn't me at all but something much greater and far more extensive in it's understanding, which came through too because there was a far greater understanding in what 'I' might achieve and what my actual skills were than 'I' could actually understand.
So the ability to imagine, to visualise, became almost an affront to the ability to just listen. But it became problematic, and still is to a certain extent, because as well there came a knowledge that these stories in the form of things somehow had their own life and volition to go into other peoples lives and do and be what they might need. There were even instances, and still are, where possibilities would be laid out and have others grab hold of them as if they were their own and then pulled back and denied... which I still had to stand beside and take the blame for having brought forth. This was very humbling indeed as the supposed recipients would vent all their frustration at me and I'm standing there within a much bigger story than I might have thought I signed on for and being almost completely defenceless. And it was good!
And this then makes the post about St John being able to recognise Jesus as very interesting... because in all truth he might have been one of the very few who could have but I don't want to really go into that except to say that the only thing we can ever see in another is ourselves... a little forward in a future, a possibility of ourselves a little more open or a little more closed off, as if the ultimate truth of life is that binary... selfishness or selflessness.
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