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.