THE DISTORTED MIRROR

Consciousness, Language, Spirituality, Uncategorized

I love it when I am able to feel the oceanic depths of my being as waves of effervescent joy roll through my soul, filling me with with such indescribable ecstasy, that nothing else matters. During these times, the world just fades away into nonexistence, and I get a small tantalizing hint of why we may be here, walking around on this lovely little globule of rocky dust encircled by blue, lapping waters that we call the earth, and that we decided to call our home for a brief time. This feeling is not really a feeling, but more of an inner conviction that we are forever connected to something so inconceivably vast, all that matters is the maintaining and deepening of this connection. I believe that there is no limit to how far I can descend into its magnificent depths; that the further I go, the more there will be to explore and experience.

During these times, I am surrounded and engulfed by a limitless presence, so all-encompassing and incredibly ancient, it boggles the mind. Which is a good thing. We need our minds completely and utterly boggled, discombobulated into stunned bewilderment and turned so topsy-turvy, that they stop headlong in their tracks, and are able to recede way into the background of our consciousness. Our minds have a tendency to dim the infinite splendor that is unadorned reality, fogging up the mirror of our perceptions so that we mistake the external world for what is, and thereby diminishing all of the unmitigated joy we should be having. In our desire to make sense of things, to even have a tenuous grasp onto something reassuringly solid in a capricious universe, we limit our understanding to a mere fraction of what it could be. The way we see things could be infinite. Instead, we exchange our Ultra HD 4K television, for a fifty year old black and white, rabbit-eared piece of junk, that can barely pick up two channels. We need to be constantly wiping away the dirt and the grime and accumulated gunk from our perceptual mirrors through actively seeking out incredibly rich experiences, and ideas; through surrendering to strange beguiling epiphanies, and embarking on delirious dream flights to mysterious temples where we can receive the holiest of forbidden wisdom. We need to do all these things, and more, so that our minds will be thrown for a loop, and therefore, allow us to be in the right place to taste the ethereal joys that are ever our birthright.

So, you must get rid of your soul-sapping complacency by indulging that part of your soul that craves the unfamiliar, and bravely tread the forgotten cobblestones of an uncertain path. The kind of path that will take you places that exist altogether apart from the human mind. Some of these places can be found on a map; sacred oases out in nature where we can retreat from the mind-numbing din of civilization, and immerse ourselves fully into the rapturous silence to be partaken of there. There are other, inexpressibly transcendent locales, that dwell in our spiritual imagination, and unable to be traveled to by using conventional modes of transportation. We are only given permission to traverse these expanses when we relinquish our tight grasp on a version of reality that is pathetically small. Places we can retreat to in the sanctity of our dreams, where we can replenish our tired spirits by imbibing the exquisitely piquant wines and succulent fruits gifted to us by the vibrant beings who live there.

They may appear to us as benevolent demons, phantasmagorical demi-gods, or even the old man down the street, who is seemingly conventional in appearance, yet you know he harbors incredible reserves of wisdom that he earned through many hard-fought metaphysical battles. It doesn’t really matter. What matters is what we learn in these hallowed places where bright inspiration wafts through the air, like an intoxicating breeze, of ways to transcend the monopoly that thought has placed on our awareness. The mind is like a petulant god, who will let no others intrude upon its sacred space. It has carved out a seemingly impenetrable fortress in your psyche, and now wants to become an evil beast who will frighten away the delicate flower of your higher awareness. We must not give into this tyrant. Therefore, it is absolutely imperative that you allow that which lies beyond thought to triumphantly emerge, and ascend to the main stage of your life; let it become the primary focus of your existence, and revere that exceedingly sacred part of you.

We think way, way too much. Our thoughts utterly consume us; wear us out with their exhausting energy and their endless demands. These insidious emissaries from the realm of the intellect attempt to dislodge us from our spiritual quest in every way they can think of. The mind is a motor that is constantly running, and unless you know where to look, it is so very difficult to locate the “off” switch. But we must find that switch, and give our monkey brains, chattering away all day and all night and causing us to be more than a little insane, a bit of a rest. Our civilization has exalted the mind for far too long as the mental filter through which all of reality must be experienced and digested. However, in order to progress as a species, we must dethrone the intellect from its overly exalted position, and realize that it is merely a tool. An exquisite, eminently handy tool, one which we used to build great civilizations and wonders beyond imagining, but a tool nonetheless.

The End of Language

Consciousness, Language, Spirituality

Yes, I love words. I love how they look on the page. How they roll trippingly off the tongue. Sometimes, a single word blindsides me with such  an unexpected beauty that I could get lost in it for days. Just fall headlong into the resplendent singularity that is language, and immerse myself in the luminous wonder that lies therein. Words are imbued with a life of their own. They grow and they change like all other life forms. They are not mere lifeless things.The minute that they are written down, they start to evolve – if you lovingly nurture them, and treat them with the sacredness that is their due. They contain a leftover flame from the dawn of creation. They throb with a singular pulse and are alive with untold power. Subtle alterations in words written down on page take place, a product of a strange symbiosis between the march of time, and the shaping of spiritual forces.

Unfortunately, in today’s society, linguistic appreciation is slowly fading away. That is a damn shame. My literary heroes are those who can fearlessly perform an alchemy of sorts with the amulet of language. Words most definitely are splendorous things. However, we must never forget that their true purpose is that of signposts extending a loving invitation to come back to where it is that we really belong. Words can be suffused with a taste of the transcendent if they are written in a state of presence. They serve this purpose when they are used in poetry and in books of profound spiritual wisdom. Used by writers in this way, they carry the powerful fragrance of what lies beyond this dimension – a whiff of the infinite mystery of creation. They bring a vibrancy that comes from the realm of the of what lies beyoned the material dimension. There are effulgent realities beyond this one, and words can be the gateway.

Because you know, this world, with its myriad cares and problems, is not our true home. The true function of words is to lead us back to the transcendent dimension. To be in the world, and not of it. They are beautiful and magnificent creatures…ineffable emissaries from another realm. Everyone should be able to see the heart-aching majesty in them and realize why language was invented in the first place. And that is…it was created to transcend itself. Before consciousness descended into the universe, language was destined to come into being . But it was always going to be an interim step – to bring us to a place where it was no longer needed. Built in its very creation is its own eventual demise. One day, words will no longer be needed. We will have arrived home. No longer, will we need the primitive tool of language to provide us with a shadowy intimation of the rapturous truth of reality, for we will experience it firsthand. The wondrous truth of existence, which will be revealed when we set language aside, is that we are children of the light. We always have been, and always will be. We will have ascended out of the primordial darkness and long at last remember who we truly are.  We will cast aside our need for language and our mortal bodies and array ourselves with celestial garments.  We are creatures of unparalleled luminosity. Our long homeward journey will be over.