Tuesday, April 5, 2016

The Dream.

To know more, one must feel less, and vice versa… Nature, the soul, love, and God, one recognises through the heart, and not through the reason. Were we spirits, we could dwell in that region of ideas over which our souls hover, seeking the solution. But we are earth-born beings, and can only guess at the Idea — not grasp it by all sides at once. The guide for our intelligences through the temporary illusion into the innermost centre of the soul is called Reason. Now, Reason is a material capacity, while the soul or spirit lives on the thoughts which are whispered by the heart. Thought is born in the soul. Reason is a tool, a machine, which is driven by the spiritual fire. When human reason … penetrates into the domain of knowledge, it works independently of the feeling, and consequently of the heart.”
Fyodor Dostoyevsky

We were all Children. We grew by recognizing the things that made us happy and through building strength to expand our own limitations. As Children we needed to trust in Adults and we did that by realizing how they lived together and shared their knowledge/appreciation for Life. We saw how much Love would make couples laugh and adults do silly things. We saw how Love would make adults play and look happy. There were also responsibilities! Like washing your hands before coming to the table because of all the little creatures that like to creep up and make a party inside our bellies and then, there are so loud we can't sleep; or before crossing any street always looking sideways, because even though we're actually super strong and magical healers, there's this thing called "hurt-pain" that is as unpleasant as the smell of a fat dog fart, or vinegar up our nose! Avoid hurt as much as possible...

We were taught to play, share, learn and stay curious, but also to be gentle and kind, so if someone was crying we would hug them or just sit by their side, or if an animal had no home or food we would try to build a shelter or bring food, or if mom/dad were "tired" we should let them rest for a bit and just go outside and look at the many different shapes clouds can have.

We were taught to be human. Not be fearful, closed or sceptic.
We were taught to be responsible for our own feelings and actions.
We were taught that we could choose, that was our responsibility.
We were taught we could heal, and anything could be healed, if not here, in the beautiful hospital there is up in the Sky.

Your intuition and your intellect should be working together… making love
Madeleine L’Engle

But if Society condemns the public display of affection or even just an open conversation on our sexual/love nature, then unfortunately this relationship betweens feelings and reason can too easily become corrupted.

“The kind of thinking that makes a distinction between thought and feeling is just one of those forms of demagogy that causes lots of trouble for people.” 

Dostoevsky wrote in such a beautiful way about this very love-hate, happiness-sadness, ugly-beautiful, good-evil relationships. How inseparable they are, so it is always a matter of choice. Which do you choose...?

"All are tending to one and the same goal, at least all aspire to the same goal, from the wise man to the lowest murderer, but only by different ways. It is an old truth, but there is this new in it: I cannot go far astray. I saw the truth. I saw and know that men could be beautiful and happy, without losing the capacity to live upon the earth. I will not, I cannot believe that evil is the normal condition of men… I saw the truth, I did not invent it with my mind. I saw, saw, and her living image filled my soul for ever. I saw her in such consummate perfection that I cannot possibly believe that she was not among men. How can I then go astray? … The living image of what I saw will be with me always, and will correct and guide me always. Oh, I am strong and fresh, I can go on, go on, even for a thousand years.
And it is so simple… The one thing is — love thy neighbors as thyself — that is the one thing. That is all, nothing else is needed. You will instantly find how to live.

Lets aspire to be lovers again, lets aspire to be good, kind, open, goofy... let's meditate together, hold hands, dance, sing without any bad criticism, but with openness, empathy, joy. Forget who you're supposed to be. Be. Be the tree, the ocean, the air, wind or rain. Practice gratitude, even in the worst apparent time in your Life. Make your self travel when pain is too much to bear, when you want to quit. Listen to music, smoke weed, dive in the cold ocean... just don't succumb to pain.

Jack Kerouac wrote it like this to an ex-girlfriend...

"I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry. It’s all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect.
We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It’s a dream already ended. There’s nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born."

He ends the letter with one of his free-flowing, uninhibited poems:

"The world you see is just a movie in your mind.
Rocks don't see it.
Bless and sit down.
Forgive and forget.
Practice kindness all day to everybody
and you will realize you’re already
in heaven now.
That’s the story.
That’s the message.
Nobody understands it,
nobody listens, they’re
all running around like chickens with heads cut
off. I will try to teach it but it will
be in vain, s’why I’ll
end up in a shack
praying and being
cool and singing
by my woodstove
making pancakes.
Jack Kerouac

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