the root of all divisions has ended
What is 'love'?
What is our actual relationship to this word? What is our actual understanding of this word? How accurate is our understanding of this word? Have we been misled?
We often equate love to a member of the opposite sex attracted to. We often confuse love with sex, with those shared movements and moments of delightful self-forgetfulness leading to orgasmic climax. We say ‘let’s make love’.
In the throws of passion, we might whisper these very words into our desirable partner’s ear; ‘I love you so much’, we might say this with rising emotion and defined certainty in our words. ‘I love you so much, I could not live without you.’
Is this love?
It is, for so many of us.
We love our partner, our family, we love our friends, we love our nation, we love our religion, we love God, we love cake, chocolate or going to the movies. The word is never far from our lips. Watch yourself the next time you use the word. Catch the nature of your love, as it speaks fondly to your object of love.
Does love need an object?
In all of the above, we are truly modelling the word ‘love’ into the image of what pleases us are we not? It pleases me, to sleep with you, (not exactly sleep, another kind of misuse of another word, perhaps another story), it pleases me to belong to a nation, to feel protected as part of a group holding shared values, it pleases me to find security in my belief of God, and it pleases me to eat cake, chocolate, or go to the movies.
Perhaps while there, I might love to devour a hot dog. And after it all, I might love to go for a beer.
This is the second post I have written on 'love' in a week, it’s a subject close to my heart. (No pun intended). There will be certain repetition for we are discussing the same subject, and there is value in repetition of truths, sowing the seeds a little deeper, from which stronger roots may begin to grow.
I think we have lost all true meaning of the word. Lost it's real meaning, if we ever had it.
Love has come to define what pleases us. Nothing wrong with that, it is pleasing to be pleased. There is passion in sex, pleasure in the company of lovers and friends and family alike, there is security in nationalism, in traditional religion, in belief in God, in friendship, there is pleasure in abundance in eating cake, chocolate and in the satisfaction of sitting through a well-produced film.
But is all this, or any of it, truly love?
Sex becomes a possessive thing. We don't let it go. We don't want to let it go. There is a sting in the tail. I demand repetition and so come to possess my partner. The sting in the tail here is that this possession leads to dependency and attachment and this in turn leads to mistrust, jealousy and ultimately to conflict. I may find myself in a position bewildered, for I may come to feel nothing but hurt and anger towards the person I previously had convinced myself I 'love'. I may feel trapped by another, or I may anguish over losing the other, the continuity of my 'love'.
How many of us have fallen out with friends never to speak to them again, friends we once professed a love for in life? How many of us have found great comfort and delight, laying in the arms of another, imagining we had found the ultimate of all meaning, only for the same person, to later lose all meaning and even become a burden in life? Or for them to feel the same about us? Onto another 'love', the 'love' of our nation, the turf born onto.
Nationalism does provide security.
The security behind the might of a larger group holding the same identity. But this security, needs protected against others doing the same. And so, necessitates the needs for armies, weapons, and ultimately war.
The security found in my love of my nation and my people, is now the cause of my insecurity.
The security I find in traditional religion is similar to this, in so much as I belong to a larger group who hold the same, (accepted and educated), 'understanding' of the sacred nature of life. Which is not my understanding, it is an accepted understanding handed down by an authority which I have been led to find value in following in my life. And the effects are similar to nationalism. I defend my beliefs against you who are involved in the same process, but identifying to differing beliefs.
Cake, chocolate and going to the movies are more harmless forms of the misuse of the word 'love', but eat too much cake or chocolate, and you will still end up with a belly ache.
Our desire for security denies our security. Isn’t that strange? Isn’t that questionable? In need of investigation? In need of observation? Our desire to be secure in nation and religious belief, denies our relationship to others doing the same, but holding onto differing educated attachments to deferent educated beliefs. Our desire to find security in a partner leads us to mistrust, jealousy, and a limiting of the other's life. Attachment becomes our 'love', seeking continuity, which denies freedom. We possess each other. Is freedom not synonymous to love?
Our 'love' often leads our life into great difficulties. When our possession of an object of desire finds this desire in the arms of another, we often meet extreme, even unbearable inner turmoil, conflict and pain. Once the initial 'newness' of our connection has passed.
Tears too often fall down our disappointed faces. “But I love you!”, becomes our impotent cry echoing the need to hold onto another, another, who has perhaps lost the need to hold onto me.
It is confining, to be possessed.
Violence can quickly ensue in such cases.
The central understood meaning of our lives to the word 'love' can turn on a heartbeat to anger and violence. Or neurotic behaviour, stalking, incessant pleading, deep sorrow and a feeling of being all but lost to life. 'Heartbroken', is the name given. Is this all inevitable to 'love' in life? Or are we misunderstanding of what love truly is? Have we been misled? Is there nothing to be questioned here? Need we not question if we carry anything other than a societally educated and gullibly accepted understanding of the word 'love'?
Are we playing out an accepted led into belief of what is involved in 'loving' another? Or is all this erratic behaviour something we have come to find as an accurate representation of the word 'love' through our own tireless investigation?
My 'love' of nation does not extend to the 'love' of others who 'love' other nations. With wars raging in various parts of the world, there seems so little need to talk about how 'love' of nation collectively brings our lives to obscene destructive and bloody violence. Religious beliefs, the very same. Love for a partner, on a much smaller scale, carries the same possibility.
This is a particularly peculiar phenomenon to witness, for religious belief, (perhaps other than Satanism), holds the word 'love' in the highest of esteem. Yet belief in a religion brings division between others, doing exactly the same, differing names, same belief structure, so often in the name of 'love', yet in this established division, we again so easily find violence.
Understandably so, for division is the ground of all conflict in life. Is love such a divided affair?
Is there a love other than a love which does not inevitably, or even ever, hold potential to bring our lives to conflict?
Is there a love undivided and indivisible? Such a love, could not be held in the boundaries of any attachment. I may still delight in a personal relationship, without becoming attached to the other.
Is this impossible?
Does attachment deny love? We seek to possess that which brings our lives to a feeling of greater completion. But when a bird is placed in a cage, it ceases to be able to fly, and loses it's meaning and beauty. It becomes a rather dead, limited thing in comparison to its life lived in freedom.
What does it mean, to be attached to something? We often confuse these two words, do we not, attachment and love, particularly in the area of personal relationship?
Interestingly, the word ‘attachment’ carries an etymological meaning of ‘arrest of a person on a judicial warrant’.
How the meaning of words changes through the corridors of time. And our corresponding acceptance of them.
There is no judicial warrant in personal relationship, at least not yet, but the way this world is going, I cannot say it will never come, so many and great have been the surprises so far in these past few years.
‘The arrest of a person’ is an interesting sentence. The capturing, the making ‘mine’. The possession. This seems accurate to the observable facts which so often come to unfold, when we profess to 'loving' another, does it not? We arrest the other. We hold them, as ours. We might even limit their life. The sting in the tail of this love is jealousy. Which if anything, is a close watch kept on the invisible prison door, to make sure who we have arrested does not consider trying to escape.
Let’s escape from law and order and judicial warrants for a while. Let’s explore the word and what other possibilities might lie behind it. As our understanding of the word is so transparently limited, confused, and one might even say corrupted, let’s begin by laying out what love is likely not.
Love is not a limitation of freedom. Love is not a demand. Love is not a bedmate of conflict. Love is not jealousy. Love is not to be found alongside hate, violence, disorder or conflict of any kind. I may deeply appreciate you being in my life, but if I seek to hold you, then this, cannot be love.
For love is not possessive. Love seeks your blessing.
And freedom, is the greatest blessing of all.
Hate, violence, conflict, jealousy, disorder, all arise from a division, do they not? A divided psychological outlook on life. Conflict is inherent to division, and when I claim anything, (or anyone) to be ‘mine’, I have divided my life from yours, who claim other things (and other people) to be ‘yours’. The potential for conflict has been born, the required ground is this division.
We gather throughout life, not only the centenary billionaires of this world are gatherers, the men so rich they can surround the world in satellites and plan to fly to Mars, yet so poor, they cannot find heart to help suffering billions.
Self interest denies interest in others. And denies all love.
We all gather, we are great collectors. We gather 'wealth', we gather people, we gather possessions, beliefs, identities, nationalistic and otherwise. Most of all, we gather words and images. And we find security living in the continuity of all we have gathered.
And gathering more.
And gathering more.
And gathering more.
The more we gather, the more security we feel we hold. And the more security we feel we need, to protect the security we have found. The security we have found in our gathering, what, (and who), we have arrested and placed in the triple locked, password protected, iris scanning, double doored, twenty four hour security guarded closet marked in indelible ink with the capital letters in bold uppercase, ‘M-I-N-E'.
This gathering may be represented by outer embellishments, jewels, gold, beliefs, ideologies, philosophies, religion, property, people, titles, accomplishment, bank balance, to name only a few. But as in all in life, we are a dual world living species. The outer nature of our lives is the manifestation of what we have gathered and carry inwardly. And we carry a heavy load. This inward gathering is what we call our human 'consciousness'. Here we find the symbolic nature we have found security in continuity of represented in symbolic nature, of that which we have gathered outwardly, which pleases our life in knowledge of it's secured, (locked down), continuity.
Gives our lives 'meaning'.
Our partner is found here, as easily met and likely more frequently, as in the outside world. In conceptual format, (more perhaps on that later). The act of sex, the repetitive pleasure of losing oneself in the arms of another, is often mulled over. 'Chewing the cud', a cow might come to find as an accurate analogy. If cows could speak. We derive our life meaning from our societal status, our bank balances, our possessions, our home, (or homes), our beliefs, ideologies, nationalistic tendencies and so many others. Our inner psychological nature is a reflection of the outer world and both are a continuity of what we have accumulated to our lives. And a seeking for more. What we have attached to. What, we have arrested. And we claim, to love it all. It is after all, what we derive our life security from. It is what gives our life meaning.
I am going to make a claim which may shock you, if you hold a mind capable of questioning. I don’t mean to insult, so many have no such ability. Societal conditioning has seen it so. The chains of our societal conditioning are buried deep and hidden well, masterly crafted.
So many defend what they ‘love’ they could never imagine life without it. Or without 'them' in the case of another person. Whatever those words represent. Love holds nothing. Love makes no demands. Love has no continuity, love, carries nothing at all.
And so love, is free. It travels light, unburdened by accumulation from the past, growing into a projected future.
If you observe yourself at all, you will inevitably come to see that what you call your ‘self’, is an inner incessant movement of words and images within, surrounded by these life gathered continuities, in continual progression and continuity in a sense of conceptual time, seeking greater security through the act of walling up what I have, already accumulated and seeking to add to it.
The inner area of human self is a movement of thought, which is knowledge. This knowledge comprises what we are.
“My belief’, ‘my sexual partner’. 'my' wife, 'my' husband, ‘my' house’ ‘my' car ‘my' bank account’ ‘my' ideas ‘my' nation, ‘my' religion, ‘my' cake, and ’my' cinema ticket’. Perhaps, followed by 'my' hot dog. And my ice cold light beer.
This movement of inner gathering, this inner psychological reflection of all outer gathering, bringing a sense of security to our mind, is the mind itself.
This, is our societal programming.
This is what divides us all, destroys our freedom, slaughters relationship and true love, places the lives of 'others' in chains, gives rise to dictatorships, Great Resets, Monarchies, Wars, all conflicts and so, this seeking of security in limitation, is the very root of all movements which brings such colossal insecurity to our lives and to our world.
The actual living qualities hidden and unseen behind our understanding of the word 'love'.
You may feel you are other than this, other than a reflective repetitive continuity of what you have gathered in life, beliefs, possessions, patriotism, relationships, ideologies, philosophies, I could go on and on. You are the 'observer' of all this inner movement, perhaps you feel you are the creator of it, the part of the mind which chews the cud, the cud being the words and images carried, the observer, is the one who takes delight in the carrying, or the one whose life suffers, when, God forbid, a possession is lost or taken away. Particularly, when that possession is a person.
This ‘observer’ of thought, when closely and diligently studied, without choice, is seen to be nothing other than a movement of thought itself.
Educated as we have been, to conceptualise all in our lives, we have also conceptualised a psychological continuity in image and words of what we are. We have possessed ourselves in symbolic continuity, as we possess all other things and people. We have placed our own lives under home arrest.
The 'self', the 'me', the 'ego', is a central image in memory and is identified by birth name, psychologically conditioned as a continuing energy within an inner world of otherwise fleeting movements. This inner division, between thinker and thoughts is the root of all conflict in our lives. But we are not discussing such matters here, we are basking in the revelation of our communal accepted understanding of the word 'love'.
Get ready, a shock is coming. I can hear a thunder roll in the distance.
Many are those who will choose not to believe what I am about to say, without even taking one step to clarify the truth or falseness of what I am about to say. Many are those who will feel threatened, and so deny these words, also, without any investigation. Few are those who may listen at all, fewer still are those who will apply diligently, test the waters, to come to an actual understanding of what is being pointed towards, regarding our shared inner psychological nature.
It is you, few in number, who keep me writing.
A change in our world is a change in ourselves.
Thought drives action, actions build society. The complexity of our inner lives, (non understood) are what builds our outer world we all suffer under. This, is the point of effective change.
The enemy of our lives is within.
Get ready, brace yourself.
Love is the absence of all inner movements of thinking. Stop a while now and consider, do not run away, do not call the author of these words insane, (although he may be), begin to look at your own life and apply awareness to come to understand the truth or insanity of these words.
Whatever category these words fit into, your questioning will have greatly advanced your understanding of your own nature.
Love is absence of self.
Love is only met through a completely silent mind. A mind not attached to anything.
This is not to say one cannot still enjoy the pleasures of relationships in life, sexual or otherwise, far from it, for meeting life without inner self, is to meet life unobstructed in vision, unbiased in approach and with deep care and concern for all. There is no greater connection than this.
Thought is a limitation to life.
As we lead it this day, thought is a limitation to life. A limitation to seeing life as it is, to seeing life with the whole of mind, to seeing the whole of life, and to leading a truly loving and so a holy life. I repeat this relationship between words in many texts, so forgive me, those who have read this before. For the benefit of virgin eyes, the word 'whole', has etymological relationship to the word ‘holy’. We are crossing over from the psychological world to the world of religion. Words often divide, where no division is to be found.
Seeing the whole of life, is only possible, when meeting life with the whole of the mind and the whole of the mind can only be found in a completely silent mind.
Perhaps this is why there have been so few truly religious men ever touch this world. For we gain security in what we possess, people, ideas, beliefs, sense of self, historical background, sense of who I am and my purpose in life, all driven in perpetual continuity through the now automated processes of thinking. To meet love, which is to meet the actual sacred living quality of life, is only possible by negating all which we presently find security in holding.
Is there anyone still listening? Anyone finds this of interest?
If so, it is you who have potential to be the beginning for the only revolution in this world which can bring humanity from its eternal darkness to light.
Our beliefs have divided us, our patriotism, the same, our sense of 'self' places our lives in chains of self-interest, unconcerned for the lives of others, our love for another encages their as much as our own hearts, our attachments bring us to sufferance in loss, our eternal need to carry this inner weight every day in progression towards a future of even more, brings to our lives a fear of death, for death, although natural to life, (and perhaps even a thing of great beauty), breaks the continuity of what we carry and possess. Of all that, of which we have arrested. We find security in the denial of our security. We find freedom in great limitation of our lives. We find love, by placing our heart and the heart of others, in chains.
This word is the enemy of love.
My country against yours, my religion against yours, my property, which I must padlock and fence against yours, my money, my food, my love, my anger, my hurt, my desires, my everything.
The man writing these words had an insight into this fact many years ago. His life has been perhaps unusual, for many decades, he has been drawn to an understanding of what he actually is, through his own eyes. In as great a measure as many are drawn to the accumulation of money. He never valued money, (perhaps for a short time), was he under this spell, other than this, money was a simple tool, the gathering of more seemed pointless, than what was required. Perhaps this came in reaction to the life of a father who lived to gather money and who died with wealth he could not take with him, and a different kind of wealth he had never come to meet, or explore, for he had been too occupied in this popular pursuit.
I spent many months as a younger man alone, living in Monasteries, on the island of Mallorca. Paradisiacal memories remain accessible. Nothing to do, nowhere to go. No one to meet, and so free to travel and free to meet all. During this time, I met many people, among them was a young girl, also travelling, living nearby, in a local village hotel. Her room had been broken into, and her money and traveller’s cheques had been stolen. The travellers cheque value would be returned, but needed arranged and a certain time period of inability to spend was unfolding.
These two sat together once, sharing a moment in time, talking as best as could be managed, for their languages were not the same. Sitting outside a café in the village where the dastardly crime had occurred. I offered to buy her dinner. She refused, although I knew she was hungry, she still refused. I bought her dinner anyway, out of sight I took it upon myself to feed this hungry young mouth. She protested, but thankfully, she ate. She ate and simultaneously protested. We would likely never meet again, (true, I was headed that day to another part of the island, far away).....how could she ever repay me?
I tried to explain to her, keeping in mind the challenges here, languages were not the same, that money may be looked upon for what it is. Money. Neither yours, nor mine. Something to be used, and there is no greater use for money than to be used where it is needed. As in the case of feeding a hungry young stomach. It is when we lay claim to anything, problems begin to arise. Money, which is wealth, is freely available for all, regardless who carries it in their back pocket. We print the stuff out of thin air, in heavens name. Money, which is ‘mine’ knows nothing of such a taste of freedom.
Nor of the taste of the pizza it can buy.
A man may hold so much money, yet have no wealth at all in life, another in comparison, may have little, but all the wealth in the world. I am sure you can think of many examples in the first category. It is, a major problem in our world.
This is love. Freedom comes when I let go of what I hold. This is love, and in this there is great beauty, responsibility is accurately met, and the birds in the trees sing a happier song and the sun shines a little brighter than before. For this, is the way of this universe, to provide, where provision is needed, and to ask for nothing in return.
The possibility to meet life’s demands without selfish possession, (which is the very movement of the self), restricting flow, providing to life, what life is presenting it needs.
In comparison, we are arresting, locking down and laying claim to 'possessions' in life, (including people), denying freedom to all. A conditioning so out of control, we are being told today we will soon own nothing, and be happy about it. A few, want to own it all.
We are arresting the flow of life under our own self certified, self interested judicial order.
Love is the freedom from what we hold onto desperately and cling to inwardly.
Love is not within the human mind.
Check for confirmation.
Here we find fear, desires, (the gathering of more). Here we find conceptual presentation of what we have already gathered, a consistently demanded repetition of what we have previously found pleasing (as in the case of sex). Here we find the past, the ground of all gathering, and here we find the future, the projected continuity of what I have gathered before, which I derive security from, seeking to carry it all into infinity. At least, to the point of death.
Damn it! Who put death there?
And so love is found in an emptying of consciousness. In an ending of belief, and though I may take delight in the arms of a partner, I will not ever possess that partner. I will never call them ‘mine’. For I recognise the fact that their beauty is intimately related to their freedom. I may still delight in relationship, sexual or otherwise, in fact I will delight all the more, for my relationship now, is open to the whole of life. Where before I held a cup of water in my hand, un-flowing, now, I am free to meet the entire ocean. And I grant the same freedom, which is love, to all.
Love is found where you are not and where you are, love can never be. And so love is found in death of self, and death of self is met through a complete understanding of the ways of self. An emptying of consciousness, a letting go of all attachment to all we have gathered and possessed. And so an ability to meet all freely in life without constraint. And in all of this there lies immeasurable beauty and the meeting of relationship to life in which God, a captured symbol previously merely believed in, a personal possession, may be met in direct relationship. The sacred lives and dies in silence and space. To meet the sacred, the human mind must be the same quality. Quiet, and empty. Meaning absolutely silent and void of all possessive accumulation which constitutes 'me'.
To enter death, we can carry nothing with us.
Given that death is an inevitable part of life, why do we think it wise to base the value of our lives on the accumulation and carrying of the maximum of everything I can? One needs a home, one needs food, one needs relationship with others, which may involve an appreciation of each other expressed in close physical contact.
But why are these connections conceptualised, added to memory, eternally carried, birthing inner images, desires, attachments and fears, which then lead my life to require their constant repetition, limiting my life, limiting another’s life, bringing life eternally to a dulling progressive repetition and bringing all to deep suffering, if god forbid, I lose, or if any of my gatherings is taken from me, during my journey through life?
This inner gathering, accumulation and continuity is what divides me from you. And division is root of all conflict.
My beliefs against yours, my property against yours, my everything, against yours, 'me', the enclosing conceptual imaginary nature of all of this, plus a conceptual identity represented by name, a word, thrown in for good measure, divided eternally, from you. The exact same inner structure, only different name, different gatherings, different past seeking a different continuity into a different future.
Is this not the nature and structure of the divisive self? The so named human 'condition'?
The 'me'? The 'Ego'?
Is this not an inner and outer limitation to life and the divisive nature of all which complicates our lives, our society and our world?
It is. Look closely. It is.
But don't take my word for this, observe the phenomenon in your own life, that your understanding will be yours.
My nationality against yours, is a major cause of war.
Without these accumulated gatherings inwardly, which possess us as a much as we possess them, we would all meet the very same world. In freedom, to look after the whole of life, to give to life where and what is needed, to meet life responsibly.
We need find inner silence to meet such glory. We need empty the mind we live within today. We need come to understand the meaning of death, before we die. Or this chaos we live within, inside and out, will never end.
Death, love and beauty are three words which point to a life and death condition lived without self-interest, without this bag of inner valued gatherings.
Do not ask me how the self comes to an end, this is a wrong question. There is no 'how'. How implies a method, and a method is a continuity in time to seek a future goal, and what continues in time, other than what needs to end? This must happen immediately. And the catalyst to bring about this miracle, the beginning of all others in life, is an action of seeing. Seeing, is immediate action. Seeing totally, demands a silent mind, I cannot see completely if I am distracted by any other movement.
Study this inner corruption, part traditional, in great part educated and programmed into us, study its ways, this living thing of accumulated dead matter, which lives within the brain cells of all of humanity.
You are not separate from this, though on first glance you may appear to be.
This is the outer surface layer of societal conditioning. Watch, until you catch sight that you are also a movement within thinking, then watch further. Until you catch sight that you are indistinguishable in nature from every thought which arises. This process, if followed through passionately, with great interest, ends inner conflict. Inner conflict arises between a division between the inner self (an image) and all other images, all projected by the same brain. But all, are images, and all have the same source.
The ending of inner conflict is born from undistorted and so accurate vision of inner conflict and this is the beginning of a total revolution in the brain calls of a human being, a representative of the entirety of humanity. This is the beginning of a revolution in human action, as thought births action and so the beginning of a revolution in human society which is born from human action. Action from a silent mind is action free from any potential for conflict, for such action is rooted not in self-interest, but in interest of the whole of life, by the whole of mind. By a silent mind. A mind free of self.
And what then of thought?
Thought, memory, knowledge, has its place. A valuable, authentic place, where it will not be problematic to life. It will be used as needed, which is often and in many ways. Drive a car, find your way home, speak a language, engage in enjoyable work, recognise a friend or the face of a lover.
But never a foe.
For the root of all divisions has ended.
This is the birth of love and the rebirth of death and a life so revolutionised is a life lived in eternal beauty, now beyond death. Immortal in timelessness.
For when the self has ended, life itself is no longer held in the boundaries of time.
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