Whenever you truly look at anything, which is, looking without the story, without the agenda surrounding your reason for looking, you are now looking choicelessly, there is no separation between that which is looking and that which is seen. There is no ‘me’, no center, perpetuating its spin of conclusions. There is no ‘me’ based on pleasure and pain, on memories of past seeking continuity. This alone is freedom. Try it and see.
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What impedes logic? Could it be our inability to accept what is? We seem to be perpetually trying to change what is into something we think should be. When we attentively look at this movement, the neurosis spinning our thought patterns can actually be seen. We're caught up in our worlds, caught us in our stories being dragged by the dragon through time. In attentiveness we can see this world is our projecting consciousness, our accumulative past regurgitating our replays of discontent. We can see our expectations are forever recreating more future, alas, contentment always one step away like the crock of gold at the end of the rainbow. But in our desperate hurry cloaking our denials, we are too busy to listen. And with all our technologies yoked to this accumulating mess, we seem to be running out of time. Have you noticed it in the world around you? Have you noticed it in yourself? What is the answer? Well, the only escape from a nightmare is to wake up! Stillness is the way home. Look in stillness at your world spinning round you, a world of expectation's discontent spinning out more time. Just look in silent awareness. Allow reality to see. Where is self in this seeing? Ah ha! Get behind me self, discontented dragon of time! Look into the deep beauty in the daffodil. See its perfection. See the intelligence within its design. I asked a woman here in Africa, why is conflict escalating? Look at nations promoting agendas across Africa, Eastern Europe, Syria, look at regimes ruthlessly suppressing people, look at warlords feeding hungry teenagers guns rather than food, look at the super-wealthy barricading themselves behind fences in a false sense of security, looking at all these urgencies, what are we missing in our lives? The woman looks at me and smiles her answer in one word: intelligence! Even with all our great technological wonders, why are we seemingly unable to connect to that innate intelligence manifesting in the daffodil? Why are we unable to hear the still voice of nature? Fair daffodil, nothing to be, nothing to behold; is nothing too much for the struggling self? Presidency or Integrity Sir, is your love on the line? Are you Sir, the head of a big corporation? The head of a big country? Is your lover about to leave you? If she is woman of love, your time is up, Sir! You've taken your political game to the limit and now you're precariously over the edge! Is this how it is? Wrong doings have happened without you fully realizing them. But a point will come when you’ll see your misdirection. Now your integrity is on the line. Are you at this point in your game? So what do you do? Now seeing the wrong doings, you cannot undo what you've done. But do you continue down this slippery path? Can you see the price you must pay if you do? Your advisors spinning your head might throw up all types of justifications. Sir, you might easily fool yourself but you cannot fool woman of love. Do you prolong the game, another spin of the dice and forfeit your integrity? Or do you surrender to love right now? Sir, this may be your final chance for transcending the world of political men. Be courageous, trust love, even if it means forfeiting your world. Man loses himself to his own ego. It's a recurring process since the time of the ancients. From Babylon to Here Why is it so few, if any, are willing to look at their lives without movement of mind? Why are so many in fear of reality? Take the stock markets of the world for example. There are millions of people fanatically involved, yet all of it much to do about nothing. The stock markets have no intrinsic value to humanity other than serving greed as in driven by the collective force of hyenas. This creates nothing but chaos. Ironically, the health of economies is still being measured with this frenzied barometer. Is this the measure of our intelligence? Of course not! Looking ahead, just a little bit ahead of the current confusion spinning the mind pattern of world leaders, trend setters and trend clingers, it's plain to see the grass growing back on Wall Street. It's already happening, but nobody wishes to see it. When the mind is absolutely still, that means nothing arising, the vision is clear. But few are willing to look. Most all are terrified of seeing the madness of their own unreality going backward and forward in time from this point right now from whence all is arising. Amazon Books Much it grieves the heart to see what man has made of man. Our great advancements in scientific discovery, our architectural designs, all the prophets and mahatmas coming our way, and yet we isolate ourselves in our little worlds and personal fears. In likeminded groups we wall ourselves in, excluding all others while proclaiming some divine right for taking what can never be ours. Why is man so transfixed in his little enclosures? In his seeking of power, why is he so unable to see the folly of his ways? Why is he such a perpetual loser? In groups of similarity, he clings to a flimsy identity. In so doing he calls up the opposite to smash down his walls. Seeing others his enemy, he blocks himself seeing that others are merely the flipside of his own projection. Look at the horrors taking place in his world. Look at the wilful slaughter, the total disrespect for the gift of life. Look at him in the guise of warlord nations manufacturing bombs and guns. Look at his adoration of gold that instigates wars for profit. Look at the senseless fools in alleyways similarly lost with bomb and gun in hand. Look at the mother lost to her jeweled necklace yielding to such, while mothers afar grieve for their dismembered young. Who is accountable for this madness? Is it not you and I silently condoning insanity in the consciousness of all humankind? Man's world is insane. Look at all of his insane Gods made in his image. Look at similarly insane women clambering for equality in his degenerate mess. Is it not time for woman to realize this fact? Is it not time for her to take back her authority? Where are you mother, nurturer of life? Degenerate mess of political lies, deception, where now, pray tell? The reconciliation of the world according to its own measure does not lead to conflict resolution. Such appeasement is but a political pause for the vain reassessment of policies that fail to measure up in the brighter light moving upon them. The warlords of the world driving the political-economic machine will soon have no place to hide, for the evolution in consciousness cannot be stopped. This is the great epochal shift now taking place in a world weary of failing systems. The unprecedented new is beyond all measure of the political mind, but the world is full of pretenders trying to explain it. However, let thanks be expressed to those politicians taking heed of the message that war can never be justified. The next step to realize is that preserving one’s image is futile. The new order is beyond all such trivialities. |
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January 2021
AuthorAlan Conlan |