a reply to: yughii
Why thank you so much!
Then again >I< can't take any real credit!
I think that when we get right down to it, that we reside within a great predicament gird round on all sides by Truth and Light.
I think that first things first, instead of trying to pretend that we know or understand our true nature & that of the world around us, including the
entire cosmological unity within which we are immersed, which is really quite absurd & the height of arrogance & presumptuousness - we get present to
Put another way, if you could draw a circle of all potential knowledge & understanding, as a felt experience (there is no other real knowledge, just
attributes, labels, categories, and descriptions combined with an opinion that it describes the actual territory or reality), there's this super thin
slice, nothing more than a line really, containing everything we actually know for sure. If one were to then include everything that you know you do
not know, say quantum physics, the line would thicken - while the entire sphere or field of potential knowledge fills the rest of the whole of the
They say ignorance is bliss, but the way that's usually interpreted is as an insult. (is that not funny?)
We can't be open minded until we get past the fear of unknowing, or even of going crazy or temporarily insane as the ego-mind tries to grasp it and
get a hold of it and call that the light at the very heart of everything.
My short story
As for me, I was once touched by Grace while in the midst of my personal quandry & predicament where I was an addicted person, filled with anxiety,
twisting in ego, the desire to be perceived in a certain way, to prove something to the world, but inwardly I was lost & failing desperately. This was
back in 1991 or 92 I guess it was.
I was a very bright kid in public school thought to be a little gifted, top of my class but not off the charts. So I still had a remnant of the
ability to learn & comprehend.. (not bragging)
So there I was in a tiny condo in downtown Toronto in my late 20's, beside myself, twisting, yearning inside. All my pursuits to know stuff were
really all in vain.
Anyway, I decided to read and to really "grok" a book I'd picked up off my mother's shelf (she was an ordained Minister & Psychotherapist) called "The
Road Less Traveled; A New Psychology of Love, Traditional Values and Spiritual Growth" by M. Scott Peck, MD, a smash hit best seller from the late
70's that was actually in the Guinness Book of World Records as the best selling book of all time next only to the Bible. I ate that book up, and when
I got to the last chapter on Grace, by which point the author himself had become a converted Christian in the process of writing the book, I became..
undone. I wept, and wept, and I was touched, and it would seem, healed by the loving hand of God. It was a psychic transformation, at all levels.
But my ego wanted a piece of it, this Grace, and so I cracked up & fell apart yet again! LOL I've experienced this, more often than not around
Christmas time, about 5 times in my life since then. But it's all good now!
And of course the net of God's Grace was always there to catch me and protect me. If not, I'd be a total loon & schitzo now, instead of a
light-hearted, happy man who's never lonely.
Where am I going with this..?
Some among us are called and some are chosen, to find this light, this boon to humanity and then somehow convey it to our fellow man. But it can't
exclude the Teacher who is a Spirit & a who, not a thing, not just a light.
Otherwise, we would be at grave risk of taking our personal selves too seriously, and, where the is no amount of Christ that's capable of ruining a
So we're in another predicament (falling in love with Christ, or in love with love), & even another level of temptation of the ego, but because of
experience (ego pop), it learns! It know to let go and let God & be reintegrated, rather than resist, buck the Spirit like a wild horse & try to lay
claim to some sort of special, personal take on things, or a personal power which seeks to usurp & exclude God while placing the self in the seat of
the throne of power. Then we're in even worse trouble, if such a thing were possible, where the split (there's always a choice) leads either to
damnation or salvation. And even still the net is there to catch our fall when what goes up, must come down again! or where it could be said that
pride, in this case, spiritual pride, always goes before the fall. Ha HA!
God is very very funny! This was one of the main themes that came up for me. As funny and filled with a sense of irony, as loving, protecting, caring
for, and raising up, like a child.
When we run from the fundamental predicament we are already in whether we like it or not often blindly into a knot of paradox, we are running away
from God. It's as simple as that.
But when we fling ourselves into His hands & into his care & protection ("into thy hands I commit my spirit") enough times, eventually we find that
it's much more reasonable to just rest & take comfort there (instead of going wild or selfsure), even if it's in the space, the domain & the field of
a great mystery that we cannot really fathom, certainly not intellectually (how absurd!) - the Spirit is there to teach us, & to comfort us, and even
to co-mingle with our Spirit in partnership WITH God, as it was intended and as we were created and created to function as co-creators (see Wheeler
Experiment of delayed choice).
Prior to judgement, the true nature of our consciousness is a non-localized phenomenon.
Therefore, in the space of absolute forgiveness, we are truly free to fly in the spacious firmament of love & freedom. We in the world but not OF the
When we understand at last, that even in spite of ourselves & our own character defects that we are beloved children of a loving God who is like a
parent and a teacher in the Spirit, even death itself loses its sting!
Oh to laugh with God!
To have a friend that never leaves us or forsakes us.
It's an absolute marvel, as we are surrounded by bejeweled skies, even without knowing precisely what, is really going on or who and what we really
are as people playing roles.
Blessed are you who grok and laugh at your prior absurdity in the face of the truth of which there should never have been fear except perhaps from the
devil within at who's expense our better nature gets the last laugh, if we so dare to be utterly reasonable.