Picture a room with a man pacing back and forth in front of his desk ranting to no one else in the room, "I've done everything to please him. Nothing have I withheld that I could afford. I have done things to people, things to make him content. Still he complains, cries, gets angry and afraid that the things that haven't made him happy will be taken away? His friend of fifty years who has entered unannounced to talk over a personal matter asks him, "Troubles with your son?" "No," he replies. "I was talking about myself."
How can we have spent 20, 30, 70 years stumbling around, trying to satiate something inside of us that can't be satiated just to have it come back up yelling, ?More.? We are running out of things to invent. Whatever we give it, it turns on. We are trying to produce what will make life whole and happy but at some point a person needs to see the non-return in this. This doesn't work and can't bring an end to the non-completion we feel within ourselves.
We must begin to examine what has been unexamined within. The Light, the Insight lends something to you that you can look out at your life through. And one day with a group of people you will be able to look out and for the first time in life not think, but see human beings live completely isolated from life. By the Grace that begins to sever in you the relationship with the machine, you separate yourself.
The human being in a sleeping spiritual state has no relationship whatsoever outside of the self, drawn up from the content of past experience, providing a pseudo-life, an isolated life, cut off from anything alive around, outside or inside of the human being. We don't share anything. It is always about me, even when I say it's about you.
But whom else should it be about? What would it be about? I see that it shouldn't be about me anymore so it becomes about, whales, vegetarianism, becoming the greatest grandmother that ever lived, about God. Then that separates me from anyone who I say does not share the same values as I. and then I am at enmity with everything on earth. The more I try and comfort myself for somehow not finding the love, the link, the more I wind up the slave of the very thing named to set me free. We must see the actual movement of our own minds. Life presents an event. Something rushes to meet, name and define it, and then chooses the direction to follow. Then we are separated from the Light, Life, a flower, and a breeze.
We must as the woman in the story who finds the thieves and thugs at her door, say to the thoughts that steal us out of Life, "The person you're looking for does not live here anymore," and close the door. They can only come in to a house into which they are invited through identification. But nothing can change until you change your relationship with that part of your self. Realize at the moment the thoughts and feelings present themselves to you that "There is nothing between us. There is no more relationship", and allow your self to be placed above what has been punishing you.
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