The birth of a new society needs the death of the old
All division is the ground of all conflict. All conflict. Man and woman, man and man, brother against brother, father against son. Conflict is guaranteed when we divide. We have given birth to the ground from which all conflict arises. From which all conflict must arise. And yet paradoxically and in the greatest of unrecognised stupidities, we actually have evolved to come to value and place our sense of security in divisions. In every area of our lives.
We find security in divisions nationally, religiously, ideologically, politically and financially, to name a few. We have found such security as this for so long, from the birth of all time, that we now automatically function this way and we seem to hold no possibility for consideration of any other way of life. We are a cursed race, and the curse of our people, are our very own actions. We seek security in what brings our lives to insecurity.
Divided from each other as we have evolved our lives to be, living in memories as we do, we have found our security in protecting our lives from so named ‘others’ from ‘others’ who are doing exactly the same thing, against us. We find our security behind our flag, our peculiar religious symbology, our political ideology. We find security living as part of a group. The group may be very large in number, as the race of Chinese people following a communist ideology, is very large in number, or it may be small in number, but the fact that we find security in a group which does not include us all, is the beginning of all our troubles.
We form into these groups, large and small, because we seek psychological security. The nature of our psychological approach to life this day is ideological, thought based, imaginary, memory in continuity. A road so well-travelled, the path has almost disappeared, and the feet which tread this path are blistered and covered in sores.
This well-travelled road has become familiar to our lives, so familiar, that we never venture into the wilderness of the unknown, beyond the boundaries of our accepted educated traditional life divisions. We remain walking the paths of our ancestors, leading our children down the same road of never ending suffering and death. The end result of all division is always conflict, and the dead are left lying on the battlefields of all continuing time, as every mother’s heart breaks open and weeps eternally. This, has been our lot. This, is our lot. And unless we change, merge with machine or not, this will forever be our lot.
We imagine we are involved in an act of 'progress', we take comfort in our inventions and our newly opening world of possibilities which the expansion of knowledge inevitably comes to offer. But knowledge is always limited, always old, no one can know anything, other than what has already past, and so, finding value in the divisive continuity of how we have always lived, we carry our divisive pasts with us eternally, a divisive past of divisions and so, a divisive past of conflict. War has never left our side. And so peace, has always been an unknown, for peace cannot be found where there is division, leading to war.
Knowledge is ever and always limited; this is intrinsic to the nature of knowledge. It can be nothing else. Knowledge is ever partial, never complete, there is always more to know. Knowledge is founded on the ground of past remembered and educated experiences, and no one in this world this day or in days to come, or in days past ever has had ability to experience all there is to experience. And so the ground of knowledge we act upon, is limited, and what is limited if acted upon operates in an overbearing shadow of immense ignorance, an ignorance of that which eternally remains unknown, by virtue of never having been experienced. No one can experience everything. And so no one can know everything. Acting on this limitation of stored experience, which is knowledge, which is thought, leads us to acting in great ignorance.
Every thought you think, is a movement within this limitation, and so a movement within a much larger field of ignorance. And when we act in ignorance to the consequences of our actions, we bring great suffering to our world. And we do, bring great suffering to our world. Who else? Leaders?
Leaders are put in place by us, blindly, (and fatally), trusted by us. Why do we feel the eternal need to 'be led', why have we no responsibility for our own lives? Is it because we have no understanding of our mind, no peace in our hearts, no love in our lives? No understanding of life and death itself? Why do we place others in the driving seat of our own lives?
These, are the experienced.
The long standing, the traditional. Those, who have arrived and come to dominate, virtue of a combination of self interest and monopolisation of resources, beliefs and ideologies over time.
We say we learn by experience, yet we have lived through millennia after millennia of 'being led', and not one political or religious leader has led us from the eternally suffering ever present overcast clouds of war. Rather these have all led us here, and we have diligently followed.
For we find security, where there is none. And we still find security in such following of the lead of the time established, so please, I pray to you in absolute desperation, tell me, how exactly do we learn from experience? We have the experience of 15,000 prior wars spanning the past 6,000 years of our recorded history, have we learned a single thing from this vast stored bank of experience? Other than how to kill each other more effectively?
If so, why is our world at war today?
We have followed religious leaders for as long as we have followed political leaders, and such men have never brought an end to our conflicts, suffering or war. In a time long gone, religious leader and political leader were one and the same man. Despite the many centuries of repetitive protestation that a man lives his life in love and care, in concern for the lives of others, our world is still, as our world has always been. Full of hatred, lacking in compassion, lacking in any care for another. Full of self-interest. A world where a little child so innocent dies every five seconds from starvation, and thirty six trillion is laid to waste in tax havens, for the delights of a few who call themselves philanthropists. And we have accepted this all as orderly. For our need to be led outweighs our concern to open our eyes and see.
Because seeing this, not understanding the conceptual words of this, will break your heart open.
Self-love, denies the love of another, who is identical in nature, to oneself. And this self-love, is perhaps the root of all divisions responsible for so many others. We are one people.
Until we come to see this we are also, our own enemy.
We have reduced love to 'self' love, and also to the pleasure, lust driven meeting of a member of the opposite sex, perhaps even of the same sex, as seems to be enthusiastically encouraged today. This has become what we have come to reflect as our understanding of love.
“I love you”.
A phrase suffice to impart a hidden fear and a total lack of understanding of what love actually might be.
Is love a thing to be possessed in the gulf of a division between a 'me' and a 'you'? Is love turned on and off to our hearts desires, culminating in sexual pleasure? Is love only represented in life in the satisfaction of physical pleasure, in the repetitive act of carnal delights?
We are not condemning sex; far from it, we are questioning its place in life. Sex has a place in life, as thought, has a place in life.
'Let’s make love' we might actually excitedly come to say. In all seriousness, 'let's make love.' Is this act, the action of making of love? Were it so easy, to come upon love in life as this. If it were, our world would be surely far different than it is today. All we would need do to bring into existence a loving world, is jump into bed as often as time allows.
Though two may be drawn to this act through a sense of deep inward connection, and this act may be an outer expression of an inner meeting of hearts and minds, a glorious flowering of a shared passion in meeting life, a shared view of life, a shared responsibility for life, a mutual meeting of the polarities of life in shared celebration of a deeper foundation, so rarely, is this the case.
For most of us, this act is the cornerstone of the beginning of a continually dulling relationship, demanding repetition, repetitively occupying the mind. As beliefs repetitively occupy the mind, as fear repetitively occupies the mind, past and future, word after word, image after image, desire, after desire.
An occupied mind, is never free. We have it all back to front and upside down, the sky has fallen, and the ground is nowhere to be seen.
The sexual act may be an expression of love, for this act, is the action of the continuity of life itself. It is, a part of life. But life itself, is born from love. The 'making' of love is not in the hands of any man. Neither in his brain of constant meaningless repetition, as 'loving' as he imagines it to be.
Is this why we are so confused in this area of life? In every area of life? This potential act. of potential so great a meaning, a physical marrying of two of greater value than any wedding vow, entered into without a foundation of love, is meaningless, a mere demand for a continuity of pleasure, and so full of fear. Fear, is the other side of the coin, of pleasure. And pain, is it’s shadow, forever waiting patiently in the wings to darken the ecstasy of this 'love'.
In such an approach to life, so empty of any true meaning, do our lives become when those we profess to so 'love', turn their eyes in any another direction towards another. We demand to be exclusively loved. We demand to be the only one. You, are 'my' love. Only, 'mine'. We now fall well short when it comes to loving, ourselves. Our love does not allow for such freedom in the life of the other we profess to love. So full of hate, so full of jealousy, so full of anguish, so full of pain can our lives become, when the love we hold, seeks to be free. And so we place the lives of another in bondage. And we name this bondage love. I love you so much, I cannot allow you to be free.
Does this attachment to another and the pleasurable desire the use of them fulfils, a repetitive act of a restless mind, fill a hole we carry inwardly, consequence of our own lack of understanding of our own lives? Is it that we are empty inside, and so seeking to fill that emptiness in the possession of another, and that this other, upon leaving, reveals the inner void previously escaped from?
Is it that the other, the one we profess to love, breaking this connection, reveals the emptiness which was always there, covered over by what we came to call love? Is it that this deeply pleasurable act, so passionate in nature, so all consuming, is the only place we have ever found in life, to truly lose ourselves?
We become imprisoned by what we call love in such circumstances. Love becomes nothing other than a repetition, and a repetition has no quality of anything new to be found. And love, is always new. This fatal misunderstanding of the nature of love, deeply encouraged by society, positioned on a pedestal, has placed our lives in a greater cage. We are no longer free if we depend on another. And how can that which neither allows nor tastes any freedom, ever profess to love?
We come to confuse love with attachment. We become attached to the other, as we become attached to a nation, a religious belief, or an ideology. We become attached to people. And we profess to love, but the love we hold is an imposter, and true love can never be found if we continually cling to this imposter. We mistakenly imagine we have found love. Believing ourselves to be in possession of this miracle, what need to ever find, to question and seek out love?
We grow attached, and so dependant, jealous, restricting of another’s life, for our sense of love demands restrictions and warrants observation of the behaviour of the other. Is this all love? This love knows pain and suffering, jealousy and ultimately, if thwarted, can come to violence. Can any of these exist alongside love? Or is love only found in negation of all of this? In negation of what love is not, only, can we ever come to find love.
And we have become attached to one side of the coin of life itself, for we have divided life from death and death from life. Yet without any ending, that which continues meets constant increasing decay, and has lost all quality of life in which ending, which is death, which is love, is ever found.
If anything, we are a deeply confused race of people. Educated to be. Dumbed down by the assurances of others in all areas of life in preference of allowing our own understanding of our own lives to grow to meet intelligence.
There are no words this day reflective of any truth greater than this. Because we have lived on the acceptances of a deeply confused society which has led our lives, our hearts and our minds, to the most barren of places. To an acceptance of lies as truths, of insecurity as security and of dependency and a continuity of lustful pleasure, as love. And we continue to be led by the same vampiric energies. Sucking the lifeblood from our veins, in the name of love. We find value in the familiar. And the familiar, is always the old. And the old is never found in love. Love, is always the new.
It is this new our race needs to find. It is love our race needs to find. The old, repeated worn out persuasions we stand upon seeking security carrying, have become the heaviest of all burdens. So long standing, so tired in nature, our acceptances from others for the understanding of our own lives now cripples its way forwards in its never ending continuity casting shadow over all potential understanding.
Promising the earth, bringing us all to our knees in never ending misery. Valuing the valueless, giving importance to where there is none, blind to treasures of life, gifted freely to all. Blind, to the most exotic of all treasure, only to be found in death. In the ending of the false, the true is found. And love accompanies death and truth.
Death of the old is the fertile ground from which abundant love grows.
Don’t be afraid of this word, fear of death is another societal conditioning related to an acceptance that life is continuity lived from past to future. What continues is of the past, and life carries no past. Life is not found in past or future; life is only found now. Death, is the home of love. Never to accumulate, never to be attached, free to move, to live, to love, and to die. Free to care for all, free to love all, unchained to limited self interest, home of the accumulated past. Un-pained by self concerns. Uncaring for the continuity of what came before, or for days not yet here, for things past or yet to come. A meeting of life as it is now. Neither holding on nor pushing away. How can you hold or push away the living? It is itself in constant movement. Love is found in the meeting place of true religion, in the home of the sacred, in the birth place of all there ever was and all there ever will be. Love is found now. Unfortunately, we all live somewhere else.
We live primarily in the past. Thought arises from memory, and memory, is the past. We value this past most of all, we have built our home here. We value continuity of life of this past, and what can continues, other than what came before, which, to life, is already over, and so already dead to life.
This continuity of living on dead matter forgotten to life has become the gifted position of all authority, so blind are we to the actual nature of universal order. And so we have become followers of an order which is a disorder, and dependant on this authority, for in our empty hearts we have no order, we have no understanding of life, and we have no love to give. Though we profess to love, and we even claim to be capable of ‘making love’, love is never born in, or from the the human mind. For the human mind, the old, is memory, is a continuity of the past, and love is a quality of creation found only in the present moment. The two can never meet. The past must end, for the present to be met.
Thought is memory, memory is knowledge, and this is the worn out ground of all of our lives, divided between us all, as our past has been eternally divided between us all, virtue of our valuing our infernal continuity more than seeing the necessity of bringing continuity to an end. If we do not bring continuity to an end, continuity, will bring us, to an end.
We fear ending continuity more than anything else, the ending of what we are, which is what we have been told we are, nationally, religiously, in name, the name underlying the gathering of memories piled in futile continuity.
Death ends this continuity of the conceptually accepted yet never verified.
As beautiful as a name can be, and some certainly are, the name does not hold the quality of the life it represents.
We all know we are to meet physical death, perhaps if the insanity prevalent in continuing authority, driven by the continuing insanity of our lives allowing it to, has its way, many of our physical deaths may come a lot sooner than we had hoped for. There has never likely been throughout all of time, a more important time than now, that our race comes to understand the true meaning of death.
For this world needs love, and love, is only found in death.
And there is unimaginable beauty here, in death, beyond the touch of any woman by any man, or any man by any woman, or any other combination arising within desires of the long suffering human heart. Seeking love where love cannot be found. Seeking life by living in a continuity of days long gone.
Need we then wait for the inevitable ending of our lives to meet love?
Is death only a matter for the physical body?
We are living in continuity of more than this, are we not? We are psychological beings as well as physical. In fact, we identify more with our psychological natures than we do our physical manifestation. We question, will I survive after death?
The 'I' in this question, is centre placed within the movement of inner thinking. A societal conditioning, a pattern to be followed, a security which denies security by virtue of conceptually dividing us all. Can this inner psychologically self centred existence, come to meet its death? Can the past ever end? Can life, begin anew? The cost of love is to meet it empty of self. Entering heaven is only possible when a man is born again.
For the astutely perceptive, the value of this will immediately be seen. Few likely, are so astutely perceptive. We have been deeply conditioned by our society, not to be. The perceptive are a danger to the continuity of the old, for the established authority inevitably found here, in the continuity of any divided society, will come to be challenged. It may, fall from grace. As it must. True order finds it roots difficult to establish in a life dictated.
We live on a ground of words and images, arising from memories, arising from knowledge, gathered from the past. This is a continuity in psychological time which will end on physical death for us all. But if we do not end this before physical death, this gathered continuing past structure of psychological divisive continuity, will continue, as it always has. Unchanged, constantly progressing in time. Contaminating the lives of all of humanity, as it ever has done.
The brain of mankind has evolved through millions of years, and this pattern of seeking security in knowledge has become a security to the human brain, a security offering only insecurity which none bar the very few have ever found release. And these few, in our seeking of the continuity of what came before, have of course, been turned into the continuity of an authority. Freedom, has come to be represented by a cage.
A world of unseen beauty, immeasurable space and unknowable mystery exists in front of your eyes. At every moment of your life existence. Yet the depth and strength of the past you carry within, arising from a societal conditioned programmed automatic structure, permits only a highly limited view of this abundant majesty.
We are standing in an oasis of life and death, never quenchable, limitless, timeless, and sacred in nature and we live in continuing state of great thirst, depravity and longing.
We are a lost race, and we can never be found, until that which has led us in the wrong direction, comes to an end and ceases to dominate our lives.
Death, the ending of what you are psychologically, is the only thing which holds any chance of meeting an ever loving sacred creation. You must change or there will be no change. The sacred has no continuity, its life and death are one and the same, and so it never suffers the pains of age, it never fears death, nor ill health, nor anything, for it carries no past which it holds to and compares the present by. It has no future to lust towards or to be disappointed by. It places no value in continuing progression. It is free to meet itself as it is, and this, is the only truth, which can ever be.
Why did our race come to make such a mistake as to value the conceptual over and above the true? This question may be answered, but perhaps, this is not such an important question, perhaps, we need now, at this very moment, (when else is there?), this very moment, turn our eyes to the problem and never stop looking until we find an understanding of the problem, so that the actual meaning lying behind the word ‘death’ is found.
Until we bring our lives to change.
To do so, we must let go of everything we know about death. In understanding death, if we can do so, we will find the meaning behind the word life, for life, is found in death. The death of the continuity of our pasts into an eternally projected conceptual future, which like all futures, never arrives.
Can the psychological continuity of mankind, which is your continuity, the never ending stream of words and images coming from the past, lusting and fearing into the future, come to a complete ending?
Come to meet death?
This continuity is the continuity of the human psychological 'self', the 'ego', and this inner movement, a central part of your life, of every human life, for we all share the same consciousness, is found in the words and images which daily occupy your mind. Of every mind.
This is also in equal measure and reflective cast the authority of our shared divisive conflicted outer existence. The churches and temples, the mosques and synagogues of our outer world, and all others, which have built their foundations on the beliefs and dogmas, the words and images handed down over thousands of years, father to son, mother, to daughter. The nations we shelter behind, the flags we wave, and the politicians we everlastingly hope will bring peace and order to our shared life experiences, gain their elevated stature and meaning to our lives from our inner psychological beliefs in them.
The printed paper we have come to call wealth, the fake medicines we have been persuaded to consume, the so many lies we have been encouraged to accept as truths, which promise at best a meaningless continuity of a deeply suffering divided life existence, all exist because of our inner accepted educated conceptualised assurances that they offer to life security, where none can truly be found.
Authority is not only external to our lives, this enemy of mankind, a divisive time based approach to life, eternally becoming, has for a long time controlled the actions of our hearts and minds.
Perhaps, as long as time itself has existed.
Time is the movement of thinking. Thought is knowledge, and all knowledge is carried from the past. You can only know, what is past. A movement which divides us and leads our lives into conflict, limited as it is, divisive as it is, for no one has the same past experiences. A foundation of gathered knowledge from limited past life experiences dividing us all which has built this continuing horror of our suffering world. Thought has a place. Memory has a valuable place in life. This, is not it.
If we seek to bring any meaningful change to our world, we must understand this fact. Our world has been built from the root of a continuity of living on this ground of this conditioned, automated psychological activity. Divisive in nature, commonly known as thought.
Thought guides our lives, and so thought is responsible for the meaningless violent suffering world we find our lives lived within. Until this inner phenomenon ends, dies, until this action based on learned and gathered educated and programmed conceptual divisions comes to an end, obviously, our world will never know peace, no matter the amount of Great Resets it meets.
No matter how much it professes to love.
The ending of the old, is the only possibility for the beginning of the new. And the new is the ground of the sacred, and the sacred births the quality of true love our lives, our world and our hearts have never yet met, regardless of how many times such words fall from our lips from in inner self interested desires to hold something (or someone) of perceived physical beauty to cover over the absolute lack of any such quality of beauty or love we innately hold within.
The process is one of negation.
Seeing the danger, that thought is founded on division, will lead to hesitation prior to acting on every thought. Will lead to questioning, before acting, to looking, before leaping.
Thought, must come to end, for this inner incessant movement is root of all movements of divisive continuity of time which is destroying our race. The human mind must come to meet the vast space of inner silence, and thought needs to find its right place. Time, is thought and thought builds its continuity from things past seeking improvement into a conceptual future. We name this movement progress. 'Build back better' is the latest destructive movement in this infinitely long line of human continuity of division, and utter, soul destroying lack of love.
An interesting minor deviation. According to Krishnamurti, the original etymological meaning of the word 'progress', was to 'enter into enemy territory, fully armed.' Sounds about right.
Can you freely, without any choice, begin right now, to watch thinking?
This is the beginning activity, to know oneself.
Observation of 'oneself', (the same nature as every 'self'), leads to knowing oneself. And to knowing every other self.
All we hold as meaningful this day, must come to be deeply questioned. And observed incessantly, to establish it's value or otherwise, to our lives. The tentacles of our societal values, which is immorality, have tangled their web around our minds and hearts.
We travel this journey with the sharpened pointed sword of awareness, (without choice), in one hand, and the shield of a questioning mind, in the other. Aware, that that which is questioning, is that which needs to end. The thinker, is found nowhere other than in a movement within thought. And thought is corrupted, divided between thinker and thought. This inner division, leads to inner conflict. See this, accept nothing. I could be insane. Or even worse, I could be a politician.
Only your observation and your questioning can lead you here, into this dark room of isolation which connects you to all other members of the human race, into this unseen world which drives the seen, into the very foundation of all of a gloriously corrupt and immoral society. Into this longing agonised inner nature of ever seeking security, denying the very security being sought.
If you are persistent in nature and diligent in application, if you are stubborn and demand to understand the truth of life and death for itself, by itself, if you accept the words of no man, including this man, then you will inevitably begin the process of awakening intelligence. And ultimately, this intelligence, neither yours nor mine, shall lead your life to vision.
You shall come to see that all action to heal any wound, born from this divisive storehouse of memories, was only ever the continuity of the wounds sought to heal. You shall come to see that the other, was always ever only a part of what you are. And in the closest of observations of this absolute fact, you will come to see, that psychologically, the thinker is the thought, there never was any inner division.
You have suffered psychologically because you have lived on the accepted words, beliefs, and ideologies of others, in preference to the life found in finding out for yourself and standing on the only true ground of understanding possible. The understanding of life for and by yourself.
All conflict in your life, may at long last come to an end. And this ending will be the first step of the ending of all conflict in the lives of all of humanity in all of time. And this first step will be the last. And the conflicted ground of all of humanity will have undergone an important change, it will have lessened its burden by virtue of even one life having vacated this stream of chaotic division in psychological continuity of the past.
A small beginning perhaps, but a vital one, for there is no greater passion to be found in any word than in the words of one who has seen life as it is. There is no greater sign in life, (not to be followed), but to be torn to pieces, until the same understanding has pierced the walls of time enclosing your suffering heart. Such words are never to be translated, but listened to, and deeply questioned, never to be followed but to be verified, and when so done, to be acted upon. To be found to be representative of truth or not, either way, one comes to ones own understanding.
And with every and any action questioned, leading to any level of understanding, on this path of negation of all paths, human consciousness itself is entering the process of a revolution.
There is a chance for our race.
A chance to end, that we may begin again, free from the limitations of all authority, outer, and inner.
This chance is not to be found in any 'future', which is a mere modified continuity of what came before. It is in the denial of a future and coming to find the capacity of meeting life without a past.
Meeting life, as it is.
The world met as it is, need no memories of as it was, nor does it need any ideology of how it is yet to be. Here, is found the meeting place for all. Truth, is the same house, for every man. The world as we think about it is our divided war-torn ground of so many countless tears.
It can never be anything other than this, unless we change, and all change is found, in the death of what came before. The revolution we need, is within. And we are all, every single one of us, responsible for this.
Where duality exists this day, duality need come to be seen as one. And deeper than this, this one, must come to die into nothing. As life, and death are unknowable and unnameable, and as that which is constantly renewing, is forever nothing.
Nothing holds all.
The space between the planets is the quality of life which makes their existence even possible. Life is death, death is love, all held in indescribable beauty.
All within reach, for the human mind which has come to understand itself.
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