LOVE IS COMPLETE IN ITSELF
The problem with our race is a simple one. So simple it is extremely difficult to see. We like to overcomplicate things, diligently trained, programmed for so very long have we been, that anything of any value, may only come into life at the end of much effort and long standing toil.
Life itself flies in the face of all this, for life itself is a gift. A gift we have trodden upon in our infernal desires for more. What could be considered more, by a life born to all it needs? What more could there ever be? And why did we ever come to make such a confounded mistake as the one we certainly have made?
To seek to improve upon, and so move our lives away from the sphere of all creation, of life as it is, only to be met in the present moment?
All life is born in an environment which support that life. It is for man, as it is for fish, as it is for a mountain lion or an arctic fox. It is so for the spider, the ant and the toad, and no. I am not talking of any politician here. The kind, that lives around muddy pools and water. All life is born from an environment which supports that life, might be a more accurately phrased sentence.
It is very strange to hear anyone asking the question ‘where did I come from?’ So strange is this and so revealing to how far we have lost any understanding of what we are, the ill effect of willingly turning our lives into machines always seeking to gather more and to better upon perfection. We came, from here, and we, are this. And what does that mean? As Alan Watts once so eloquently put it, and forgive me for I paraphrase a little: ‘as an apple tree 'apples', the earth, 'peoples’.
We have grown from here, we are here, over millennia we have grown from here, from the dust and the rocks, over millions and millions of years, a process named 'evolution', although the word does so little to portray the longstanding growth of the human body and brain, of which we are. From the simplest of bacteria, we have grown, cells building and constantly dividing, this world has grown itself into us. For the earth is a living thing, our mother, is a living thing, and all life upon her, are her children. And children, share a similar quality to their parents, and good parents, provide everything their children need to grow.
I should extrapolate a little more here, it is not only the earth which is our mother, we have a father, and we have many other relatives which have set the path and allowed for the possibility of our existence to arise. Without the Sun, we would all die very quickly. Bill Gates and others are discussing blocking the Sun and building an artificial replacement. Eternal and infinite are the blind ideologies which come from men who have no understanding at all of life. Rarely, are wisdom and numerical wealth found together, easier for a camel to pass through the eye of needle, than any rich man Jesus said, and with good purpose and understanding. If your whole life is lived in self interest, little energy is left, for the understanding of life, as it is. A learned pattern, is taking predominant precedence. And there are many, so many Bill Gates in this world. So many it makes you want to cry.
In a sense, the Sun is a part of our being as vital as any vital organ we could never live without. Why then do we not see life this way? Because we live in words and we have come to view what we are as an isolated bag of words and images held within the temporary structure of skin, and bones. A semi permanent bag of words and images, concepts and beliefs, wrapped in a bag of skin, for a short duration of measured time. We were educated to this, programmed, brainwashed to this. We are not this; we are so much more than this. At least, we have potential to be, we are however living as this today. Living within the illusions of how we have been brainwashed to see our lives. We are living in an infinitely limited understanding, and so within an infinite limitation of what we actually are.
The word 'Universe' itself, etymologically originally meant ‘one song’. One activity. Not billions of activities unrelated to all others in life and death competing against each other for who gets to dominate over the other in a duration of conceptual time. This, of course, would be a rather chaotic song, and for mankind, his life and death has become this. A chaotic lack of melody in a Universe of operatic splendour. A screaming in your face cranked up volumed deafening death metal verse and chorus without ending, rather than an operatic delight which dances its way through the mystery of it all.
We have been so misled. And we live within the laid down words, beliefs, images and concepts of our own misleading, which we now gain a sense of illusory security from living within.
We have been misled, not only in our lifetimes, the misleading goes back thousands of years, I wonder at times, shall we ever be anything else? Shall we ever live in any other way than in the ever present darkness of deep illusions?
Words have led us here. Something so simple, but simplicity ever gives rise to the complex, as our original propensity to hit each other over the head with clubs, has given rise ultimately to the nuclear bomb, and God knows whatever other weapons of mass destruction our governments salivate over, hidden from our eyes, promising a life of never ending war. Words have led us here, to this darkest of places. And words are so powerful they might actually bring about the entire destruction of all of our lives. No truer words ever spoken than these: 'The pen, is mightier than the sword.' It is not the pen of course which is mightier, it is the words it writes.
Words are so important to us. In the word ‘God’, lies our understanding of the nature of all, lies our placing of the ultimate of all order in a life in which we have otherwise found no order at all. The word ‘love’ is equally important to our ears. We translate this word into the meaning of that which we feel, when we feel, magnetically attracted to another person. For a moment, I was going to say the opposite sex, but times change, and the wise change with them.
We have two loves. We all know too well the undeniable attraction to another, an immense physical attraction, if lucky, a subsequent meeting of mind and heart, the inarguable pull just the look of that one person may exert upon the heart and drive into imagery within the mind. Interestingly, and thankfully in equal measure, we do not all see the same attraction for the same people. Were it so, life, would perhaps be a lot more of a battlefield than it even is. ‘Falling in love’, is a complex issue, a plunging into an unknown, fraught with hidden dangers. Both parties may be beneficiaries to the most wonderful of life embellishments, both may be equally cursed. Often, there is a combination of these two, most relationships carry a play of the negative and the positive. From here, we seek balance.
Society provides us with a pattern of recognition of the beautiful. And so we come to meet the ugly. And this is all so conceptual in nature, today, a curvy, or thin woman might be consider more attractive than those carrying an ample supply of body fat. It was not always the case, as classic paintings of historical beauty adequately display.
But whatever the fashion at any particular time, the most positive edge of the spectrum of measurement of the scale of acceptable beauty has been established, and the other side of the scale comes along for the ride. This is so with all in our world of words. Up creates down, good creates bad, noble, creates ignoble, and love, well, love, brings along jealousy, fear and hurt for the ride. How could we know our position in life, if we did not have a comparative measurement to judge it by? If all is 'up', then 'up' disappears, because there is no 'down' for 'up' to be measured against, and so no need for an 'up'.
'Falling in love', for so many of us, leads to a train wreck in our lives. What at first seemed to be the most essential, an attraction which could never be negated and pointless to try, can in time turn into a rather disappointing affair. Divorce statistics qualify this fact. The attraction for so many, soon becomes at best a commonplace and a friendship may endure, over the course of time to set into a patterned routine of daytime work and night time television, with the only meeting place being a repetitive regularly demanded meeting of physical pleasure, agreed between both contractual parties. Alongside of course, periodic quarrels and arguments, conflicts and name calling, (we are human after all), whatever that word means.
For many more, love, soon finds its accompanying measures of jealousy, pain, hurt, fear, and hate. 'Crimes of passion' have their roots grown firmly established in the initial joy found in 'falling in love'. 'Love thwarted is a powerful adversary' and 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'. Although, I do not think such scorned fury is only held in the hands of the fairer polarity of our species.
All this is 'love', apparently. And the potential for all of this measured morality, is what we receive, when at first all we see is unimaginable beauty and infinite enticement.
This must be the case for so many, but not for all. I so hope, not for all. For a minority, an appreciation of the companionship of another may truly flower into something beyond the initial pull of physical attraction. Most attraction towards this human recognised meaning of the word love, begins with this, a physical attraction. It must. Who would even ever in the first instance, seek to approach another in search of a meaningful relationship without this initial attraction? However, if this is all to be found, as time develops relationship, this can become a shallow affair.
But if two people can meet in the central psychological world of thought, and this is far easier said than done, a spontaneous appreciation of the nature of another meeting of life, more so than anything which need be cultivated, then a physical partnership can indeed perhaps be possible in the unfolding of the wings of initial human attraction into a love without the so many potential stings present in the tail inherent when only physical attraction is the road to direct the travel.
A meeting of minds, what does this even mean? Mind, is words. Words, images, (images are words) and emotions. All, closely related and interdependent. All, knowledge based, all arising from the past. An absolute essential requirement for traversing the many twists and turns of a life, for so many, this inner automatic pilot, can come to bring life to deep despair. Too often, for too many, thought acts in ways not welcome or desired. Ever wonder why?
Thought can lead a life into the deepest of depressions, into anxiety, psychological suffering, torment and a pain as great as any physical pain might come to be experienced. Thought can deceive and make of life a meaningless affair. Thought brings fear in equal measure to pleasure. And thought, as it is today, is divided. And this division is between the thinker and the thought. It is also of interest to notice that as we act on thinking, and thinking is greatly divisive between us, it is this divisive ground which gives rise to the relationship, (or lack of), between human beings we come to call 'society'.
This psychological division between thinker and thought is not true, in the sense of it is not really a division of any substance. Think now, as you read these words, of the face of someone you have loved, or someone, you think you have loved. A present relationship, or one meaningful from the past, or one you hope for in future days. Remain with the image a while, notice, if this image of this person increases emotion within your body, likely towards the gut. ‘Butterflies in the stomach’, I believe is the term used. Is the image you hold now something totally separate and divided from the psychological factor which is observing the image? Of course not. I asked you to create the image. You are the image. Thought created the image out of memory. It is a part of you. Memory, is a part of you. And you are the observing component of the mind, what, in the dark ages of psychological understanding as we live in, has come to be known as the thinker of thoughts. A permanent entity, apparently.
The thinker has continuity, or at least, we think the thinker has continuity, birth to death, and we all hope, following a life as long as is physically possible, for something to continue after death. Just not hell, though the fear of hell does little to impact our behaviour in this life, as little as the promise of reincarnation of this thinker does, in the eastern world. We believe in such things, but they do not modify our behaviour to suit the images we believe in.
The 'thinker' is a process of evolution, or so we think. Something held within the long corridors of time, in constant improvement, religiously minded, or not, political, or not certainly self interested, on the long path of duration towards eternity, infinity, a journey to move beyond death, and ultimately, to reach understanding of all. To sit on the right hand side of God. Or to reach enlightenment, the understanding of all things, as all things are.
I want you to again return to the satisfying warmth of the image of the love of your life, whether in your life presently or not. Please imagine lying by a water’s edge, on a soft blanket, in a bed made of daisies, in long grass, not far from the waters edge, hand in hand, watching white clouds float across the deepest of blue skies. You see how easy it is for thought to enter into the imaginary? You see how this imaginary, pulls you like a magnet towards itself? Now, let’s open Pandora’s box a little, just for a little peep, or as we might say in my original Scottish tongue, let’s take a little 'keek.'
I am going to take the plunge and tell you a truth about yourself. This is not my truth, this is not an opinion to read about and argue over in lengthy intellectual discourse. Truth lives way beyond all such possibilities. And the beauty of truth is that it can be stated categorically and without fear. It is the responsibility of any man who comes to see any truth to do so. Without fear, though many, lost in their opinions, will stand arguing to their dying day, that this is not so. Truth is frequently denied and so rarely understood. Ever has this been the case.
The beauty of truth is that no man can lay claim to it. It belongs to no one, and so is not a thing to be coveted. It cannot be searched for, or acquired. Truth, is simply, found in 'what is'. And meeting 'what is' is a process of revelation, not a process of search. Truth, is the same for every man, and so here, we find the solid ground of understanding needed to heal all our societal and personal wounds. Truth is remarkable. But to come upon this ultimate jewel, this beauty which changes life forever, which revolutionises any man's heart and mind, what is not true, must come to end. For truth can never be witnessed by anyone who maintains in holding onto a lie.
Back to that plunge.
Look at your 'love'. Look at this inner image you hold within. This is an abstraction, is it not? Your lover has not jumped into and occupied the cells of the brain. This, is an image. A conceptual representation of actual form.
Be it the closest of meaningful relationships, a lover or otherwise, look at this inner image representing outer form, processed within and by the memory cells of the brain. Now, I want to point something out, which is so valuable to see and so useless to accept and repeat without seeing. The truth repeated without seeing it for yourself, is the most devious of all lies.
What you think of as you, this seeming inner centre of your being, this substance which your world revolves around, is of identical nature to the image you now hold of the person you imagine you love. Read that last statement as many times as you need to get to see the direction the words are pointing towards.
The observer of thinking, the thinker of thoughts, is a movement within thought. A repetitive longstanding, groove forming habit of the brain it has historically, traditionally and been brainwashed by societal education to find meaning living within. This is an inner image constructed from the totality of past experiences your life has passed through. The thinker, is a movement within thought. You do not think thoughts, thoughts, think you.
This is not ideological, not anything conceptual, not an opinion I am asking you to accept. I detest opinions, the man whose life certainty stands on opinion, is nothing other than a contributor to the chaotic world we all meet today. This is a truth, and a truth is not to be analysed, nor to be turned into conceptual images or words, though one must use such conceptual words and imagery, to point out an observed truth to another, once it has been firmly established in your own life.
This is an incredibly important realisation.
The realisation of this truth has potential to change your life and to change this world. For the understanding of this one inward confusion, ripples like an ocean wave, altering the tension of the whole of the ocean. If you, if the thinker, is not a permanent entity responsible for every word, image and emotion arising in the brain, if the nature of the observer is of the same quality as all other inner movement, and most importantly, if this is seen, then all inner conflict may come to an end. All inner conflict, in the nature of fear, anxiety, depression, is centred around this inner concept of continuing self. Self-interest, inevitably, gives birth to self-pity and self-concern. And all three, deny the potential for a different kind of love, than the love found in the arms of any lover, as delightful and meaningful, (or not), as such an action may be found to be.
An incessant detached passionate observation of the movement of inner thinking, may lead a mind to come to witness the actual functioning processes of inner thinking. Societal conditioning of the mind, is being revealed. As it actually is. Not as any psychologist assures it to be so, not according to Freud, Jung, or any other. This is far more valuable than taking courses or reading books. When you read a book about the mind, you are reading the authors considerations, which will act as an unnecessary filter, later distorting and prejudicing your own view. There is little need for such an irrelevancy. You have everything you need to look directly. You have a brain functioning and you have the capacity to observe.
This can be arduous work. We have lived for thousands of years, over millennia after millennia and the psychological state of the human brain has been abandoned, this field is overgrown and so full of weeds. It may be a desirable pastime to sit for hour after hour imagining the gentle caresses of a lover, imagining the meeting of two human beings who care deeply for the lives of each other, a process which raises the physical vibrational plane to a seemingly higher level of operation. But the mind is populated by many other issues than only those most pleasing.
The human mind is a movement of and in human memory. It is the same for all of us, a communal ground our entire human existence stands upon in its continuing unrestful existence. When you look at your inner psychological nature you are looking at the entirety of the psychological state of all of humanity. Perhaps now, you may begin to be seeing why things have gone so dreadfully wrong for all of us. You are looking at what is in charge of all, and what is in charge, is itself in a state of disorder. Divided, pleasure seeking, desirous, isolated, fearful and ambitious. Self interested.
Perhaps the next thing you might see is that any potential which holds any value to put things right, must begin here, at the very root position of the growth of every problem. At the root of the human self. This is the point of change which will affect every other.
We have arrived at the root of all of life's problems. Thought drives action and divisive self interested action has built our divided world.
Another kind of love lives out of reach of a mind which lives in psychological time, for thought is psychological time, thought is memory, you can think of nothing which you have not previously experienced. And as you act on that experience, (ever limited, ever divided), in mechanical obedience to an educated and traditionally accepted patterned approach to life of becoming something in a conceptually projected future, living on the other scale of measurement of psychological time, you are doomed to leading your life in a repetitive modified continuity of what came before.
Living this way, we can do nothing other, than repeat the past, in modified form.
Love is found everywhere, to a mind which has, even for a moment, found capacity to suspend its own inner talkative image building nature, which is the nature of all of humanity. A different kind of love to the arms of a lover, as pleasing as those arms may be. A love which is found in creation, in death of self, and a life lived without continuity and without seeking future gratification. To receive this life, we need let go. We need die to all that we have accumulated and carried. We need end the continuity of our past. But first we must understand what perpetuates the continuity of that which we hold. This, is thinking.
The beginning of this process is in the realisation that the thinker is the thought. So remain here, until this is clearly seen, for when it is, clearly seen, the ability for the first time to freely observe the movements of thinking, without interference by an outside observer imagining him or herself to be eternally divided from thoughts, will enter your life.
A path is opening.
A path offering the view, once found, to see life as it is. Not as it is imagined, claimed, believed in, or asserted to be. As it is. The first step here, is the last step. The beginning of the journey, is the destination to be reached. In the first step outside of any prison cell, a man finds his freedom.
Once you are free to look, you are free to look at the whole of life. You cannot look freely at the whole of life, if you are continually asserting how it is, based on your learned past experiences, be those the nature of a belief structure, an ideology or an ambition held in perpetual continuity. You can only see the whole of life freely, when all and every inner movement which may distract from clear sight, comes to end. There is nothing more distracting than the inner incessant movement of thinker and thought, held in perpetual division of a false nature which generates its own energy in a continuity of this lie. As we have lived for far too long already.
A lie, which has so far cost the sanity of our race and may even come to cost the lives of all of humanity.
When you value more what thought tells you about life, than life itself as it is, you value the past more than the present, you value the future in equal measure to the past, and the present, which is source of all sacred creation, necessarily is removed from view. Love dies and becomes replaced by pleasure. Freedom becomes a process held within the walls of dictatorial order, and the sky, literally falls to the ground.
Will you walk with me? Will you walk into this unknown dimension of all that is known? Will you turn on the light of perception without choice, that what may be seen living in this dark room, so unexplored to date, may come into clear vision? Whatever it is. Will you stand firm, neither running away from nor running towards anything revealing itself to the light of perception? And will you remain dedicated to such observation to the point of the complete understanding of life as it is?
If so, if you can brave the storms of this inner world so long ignored, so cast aside in eternal futile pursuit of ever becoming something other than we are, if you can bring understanding to this land of infinite ignorance held in such vast knowledge, your life may come to find a meaning beyond words.
And your life may come to be the beginning of the very change this entire world needs to see.
At such a point, if you hold a heart within built from titanium, resting in inexhaustible tenacity, you may yet continue to find delight in the pleasure of the arms of a lover. But it shall not consume your being in the same way as before, neither will it bring your life to inward agonies as jealousy and fear. Or you may not. And it matters not. For love seeks no expression. Because love, is complete within itself.
And that which is complete, is whole, and that which is whole, is holy. The change our world needs to meet is religious in nature.
But you may need to revisit your present understanding of that word.
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