It's a remarkable snake. Academics try to touch its tail, hypnotists try to stare it in the eye, preachers rail against it, visionaries look to it for direction, healers know it as strong medicine.
You can try to tame it with words, and it is able to hibernate for aeons, but it knows about the Alpha and the Omega, and stretches the length between these points, undertaking what is for humans, an ultimate mystery.
I considered using the word "serpent" instead of "snake", but that's archaic, and more removed from the dread I'm observing.
Who are we? What are we? And in what kind of universe or universes are we?
I think often of Einstein's remark, that the most salient question is whether or not we live in a friendly universe.
I'm not sure how to answer that. I have read many superficial writings that refer themselves to coaching, about the eight ways of doing this, and the three most important aspects of doing that, and the ten most beautiful things you have learnt this week. There's a difference between tickling the human mind and coaching it, and to do coaching, you have to go for broke, properly.
Coaching will come and go, just as going to your psychologist went. The human mind is there, really there, illusory as the Buddhists would have it, but not really, because when people close to you die, you cry, and when you die, people close to you cry. Feelings feel to be real, and there's no escape from that.
I want to take a closer look at what conscious feeling does:
I find no discontinutity between sensation, feeling, emotion , atttitude, thought and decision.
This is one snake. It's not just inside you, it is you. I picked on the image of snake because it's long, scary, feels different, and brings a sense of dread, which is good for complacent minds.
If you've read Scott Peck's "People of the Lie", you'll have an idea of how the reptilian layers of our physiology are able to make a claim against the later layers. It makes sense to me. My mother is the planet, this dangerous, delicate balance of ecology I am afraid of, would prefer to love, but don't know how to.
If I wish to arise to heaven, I had better know how I arose from this earth. The freedom of one is the the joy of the other: and there is no escape from the bridge between the two.
I often ponder: how did all these life forms emerge? and then the answer comes: it's a dance of the table of elements, which is easy enough to grasp, the reach of physics, which is not easy to grasp, because physics is abstract, the path of logic, which is the strict master of rules, and the romance of reason, which points to an impossible path, and leaves you, the cipher of conscious being, to find the way.
My friend, the snake within, is hungry, indeed starving. Yet I have never felt such a birth waiting, and I want to know: what will this loop of conscsciousness do when my individual life moves on to the next paragraph?
Better to make friends, rather than pick a fight out of fruitless fear.
If Einstein asked a question, I presume he didn't know the answer.
My answer is:
the universe is not tame, but it's not without friends. "Friendly" is an adjective. Friends are real.
So when you regard that whole scope of feelings, sensations, emotions, and what feels to be real, bursting out from your inwardness, I'd say, make friends with the snake within. "Confusion" means the joining of different streams, and allowing the conjunction, once you have done it, brings peace.
You can try to tame it with words, and it is able to hibernate for aeons, but it knows about the Alpha and the Omega, and stretches the length between these points, undertaking what is for humans, an ultimate mystery.
I considered using the word "serpent" instead of "snake", but that's archaic, and more removed from the dread I'm observing.
Who are we? What are we? And in what kind of universe or universes are we?
I think often of Einstein's remark, that the most salient question is whether or not we live in a friendly universe.
I'm not sure how to answer that. I have read many superficial writings that refer themselves to coaching, about the eight ways of doing this, and the three most important aspects of doing that, and the ten most beautiful things you have learnt this week. There's a difference between tickling the human mind and coaching it, and to do coaching, you have to go for broke, properly.
Coaching will come and go, just as going to your psychologist went. The human mind is there, really there, illusory as the Buddhists would have it, but not really, because when people close to you die, you cry, and when you die, people close to you cry. Feelings feel to be real, and there's no escape from that.
I want to take a closer look at what conscious feeling does:
I find no discontinutity between sensation, feeling, emotion , atttitude, thought and decision.
This is one snake. It's not just inside you, it is you. I picked on the image of snake because it's long, scary, feels different, and brings a sense of dread, which is good for complacent minds.
If you've read Scott Peck's "People of the Lie", you'll have an idea of how the reptilian layers of our physiology are able to make a claim against the later layers. It makes sense to me. My mother is the planet, this dangerous, delicate balance of ecology I am afraid of, would prefer to love, but don't know how to.
If I wish to arise to heaven, I had better know how I arose from this earth. The freedom of one is the the joy of the other: and there is no escape from the bridge between the two.
I often ponder: how did all these life forms emerge? and then the answer comes: it's a dance of the table of elements, which is easy enough to grasp, the reach of physics, which is not easy to grasp, because physics is abstract, the path of logic, which is the strict master of rules, and the romance of reason, which points to an impossible path, and leaves you, the cipher of conscious being, to find the way.
My friend, the snake within, is hungry, indeed starving. Yet I have never felt such a birth waiting, and I want to know: what will this loop of conscsciousness do when my individual life moves on to the next paragraph?
Better to make friends, rather than pick a fight out of fruitless fear.
If Einstein asked a question, I presume he didn't know the answer.
My answer is:
the universe is not tame, but it's not without friends. "Friendly" is an adjective. Friends are real.
So when you regard that whole scope of feelings, sensations, emotions, and what feels to be real, bursting out from your inwardness, I'd say, make friends with the snake within. "Confusion" means the joining of different streams, and allowing the conjunction, once you have done it, brings peace.
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