Being Random Ramblings on the road to Who I Really Am, through Mind Forest to Awareness Fields, and a cordial invitation to anyone who recognises a landmark to sit and sup with me awhile in this little corner of Cyberville Inn, and share their journey from here to Here, from now to Now. Pull up a chair. You're welcome. There'll be dancing later:)
Sunday, 30 October 2011
Intolerable Blessedness
“Man finds nothing so intolerable as to be in a state of complete rest, without passions, without occupation, without diversion, without effort. Then he feels his nullity, loneliness, inadequacy, dependence, helplessness, emptiness.”
Hence the need for silence, as you were talking about in your comment on my latest blog post.
It's funny, though, isn't it. We do feel this aversion to this complete rest. We fear we will entirely disappear ... and of course we will. But then the mystic knows that that would also be the thing that we would desire the most, if only we could know what we were disappearing into.
The things is, we are Silence, Stillness etc.. It's the imagined self, which, err, imagines itself to be real, that is unmasked for what it is. The True Self then simply takes over its natural role. That which 'disappears' doesn't exist anyway, but is made 'real' simply by our conditioned attention to it.
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Hence the need for silence, as you were talking about in your comment on my latest blog post.
It's funny, though, isn't it. We do feel this aversion to this complete rest. We fear we will entirely disappear ... and of course we will. But then the mystic knows that that would also be the thing that we would desire the most, if only we could know what we were disappearing into.
You said it, Sue:)
The things is, we are Silence, Stillness etc.. It's the imagined self, which, err, imagines itself to be real, that is unmasked for what it is. The True Self then simply takes over its natural role. That which 'disappears' doesn't exist anyway, but is made 'real' simply by our conditioned attention to it.
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