posted on Feb, 16 2008 @ 05:01 PM
It is sooo good to see this thread and read these very intelligent and thoughtful posts.
I can tell you all from first hand experience that it is very difficult finding one's self more alert and aware of their form, mind, and soul, only
to realize that the work has just begun.
I have found much solace in the Buddhis text that speaks of the path of the
heartwood. In it, it speaks of the path to enlightenment and that along the journey one can find many beautiful things. Knowledge, understanding,
love, even abilities and powers that are beyond the normal reckoning of even the one who follows it. However, the peril lies within the fact that at
any point along the way one can stop after receiving a gift or the gift after that and then their path halts and they once again even with what they
have taken fall back to their ignorance and complacency.
The further one travels, the harder the journey gets, but also the greater the revelations, and benefits one will receive. Detachment is the ultimate
goal, however with that as well, it is really defined by the individual who attains it. Even though the tale states that once detachment is attained,
reversal is impossible, but the journey continues if you choose to allow it to.
I gave up all my Earthly possesions, and parted with them quite peacefully only to realize that even after receiving proof of my enlightenment I was
not destined to become a monk or travel the world in poverty, but I am far more understanding of the value of physical things, and I do miss the
memory of them from time to time, but I don't miss how they were taking up space when in giving them up, I made many people very happy. This was the
Path of Detachment, and there are many. I am not bragging, nor making it up (but proof is what you make of it). It was a beautiful double rainbow over
the skies of Chico CA, in May or June of 07, where I was asked the question in my mind, "What is the secret of the nature of the universe?", and I
replied "All one".
I very nearly died that day from malnutrition and schizophrenic thought forms (spirits that I personally believe are the cause of schizophrenia often
times, but not necessarily always, and they are no longer living, I can assure you of that), but the beauty I saw and felt was every moment worth it.
I was under the impression that I would be snatched up and given new opportunities and a life elsewhere, but that never happened, so I had to
realistically adjust my thinking and behaviors while embracing the beauty this plain of existence has to offer.