Our complexities eventually destroy us. We become abstract thru intellect. We learn to judge, to choose what is best for us. We continue feeding our minds with things and stuff. And before we realize it we're morbidly obese with information that swells our ego into thinking that is all we are - an accumulation of data turning the information into action.
At its base level all this information begins to paralyze our true nature, cutting of its flow with the dams of information stuck here and there within our natural flow to the greater sea. We try in futile desperation to withhold our true being from flowing in natural and healthy paths. Our information chooses sides in our debates within - judging our purpose, our naturalness. It is that very authenticity of our being that is at stake - subjected to logic, reasoning, our questioning mind leads us where it learns to go.
Meanwhile our inner being becomes quieter and quieter...we can barely hear it anymore. Our true being has become like a shadow hiding behind the matter that has become our king, our keeper...we honor and worship this falseness because our minds have deceived us by our fear of what we really are - deep within our authenticity longs to share its bliss but our minds do not allow it. The mind questions, questions, questions - "Is this bliss? How do we know? Can we measure it? Weigh it?" We allow mind to question bliss and lose our gift to the insatiable mind.
We long to belong. We are born in families and learn from the members how to survive in this world mind has created. Some is good, some is not so good - but that is all of what we know. We choose at the behest of that which we have learned to believe in. It has been repeated for years and our minds have taken it in and we become the information that our minds consume.
Wars on personal levels or international levels are nothing more than killing and destroying that which threatens our minds, which have become content with that which it has become. When that contentment becomes weakened by false beliefs and ego related hopes, fear becomes the evil that scares us into action. Our minds
crank out more information to defend its being, our bodies like castles for King Mind, our senses now soldiers defending the body of information.
We never question the King's temporal-ness. We haven't been allowed to get close to him....we stand away and bow to the power, the status...but beneath those fancy robes and mighty intelligence lays the Wizard manipulating man with his trickery.
Yes, Dorothy, you have been living in dreams - projected by a Wizard that shares the same world as you...lonely people detached from their own authenticity desperate for survival in a paradise that scares the love out of them.
When we make love, true abandoned love filled with trust, we leave our minds behind. The mind prevents us from the fulfillment of lovemaking. We act according to our nature - and she leads us into bliss, a bliss where time is stopped... our presence has tapped into the now - we no longer are in the mind. The mind is never now, but always in the past or in the future. But our lovemaking is NOW, nature's gift of bliss for those that leave mind behind.
This same blissfulness comes thru creativity - the creation process. It is reproductive, joining the yin and yang into one - the momentum of life engaged in reproduction, not only physically, but spiritually, the artist joins the Holy Process of Creation. That which is dead no longer is creative; no longer reproductive...the power has left. The spirit of life that energizes creativity has left for a new presence to ignite its power within. The bulb can no longer illuminate the filament with the power of the Light.
The bulb breaks down, but the electricity is eternal. Realize this and eternity is yours.
Cecil
05 Jun 2005
[We have been out of town this weekend and the picture if from where we have been - Whhite Oaks, New Mexico, where we did a show. The Stream is from 10/29/02 which I retreived from the archives... I hope you still enjoyed it]
An artists abode in White Oaks, NM
Archived or not a very good read for me.
