While we’re alive, (during the framework of our allotted time here on Earth) would there ever, be some things we simply should not engage in? And, IF so, what would they be and who would decide whether or not we would venture into that doorway marked, “enter at thy own risk”, anyway?
What would be the selected source, from which the exact pivotal element, decided and delegated the decisive center point generating its choices? In other words, what is it; we base our materialized decisions upon? Whose voices are we listening to? And, when, where, why and how do we establish and maintain the parameters from which we govern and direct our lives?
No doubt, there is a definitive source that produces the effects we see. But, have we ever thoroughly considered and introspectively pondered, what it is, that lives behind the scenes which prompt us to act in a certain way? Some may immediately reply, “The unconscious”; and, on some level this remains correct.
But, what I am suggesting is the Wizard of Oz behind the curtain of the unconscious. Most people would agree that our experiences are filtered through the lens of our memorized associations and ingrained attachments. Some may contend, that we are not really cognitive of the present experiences due to the idealized habitual programs we have running in our heads at all times.
So far; so good. But…then, there is that tiny little compartmentilization and interpretation and projection impediment.
At any given moment, we are affected by the recall and recognition factor which distorts and defragments the content of any newly acquired material coming in. In other words, inside our brain, the apparatus, whose job it is to ‘spot-on, allow entrance, process, and delete’ has been on automatic pilot for so long, due to the entrenched grooves of familiarity that we so tenaciously cling to, in revered hopes, never to forget, who we have spent a lifetime building up, reinforcing and insisting we are, that the likelihood of our experiencing a raw unadulterated moment is almost virtually nil.
We run in circles like caged little gerbils on the wheel of non-distinction. Round and round they go for nobody’s pleasure but the observer. Is the furry little rat aware of his constant monotonous spin? I don’t think so. Are we? I don’t think so.
Unlike the tiny rats, however, we are aware of some unrelenting nuisance in our spirit which alerts us to something amiss. We don’t have a clue what it is, exactly, but the gnawing sensation of disheveling unrest never ceases. We want to make it right but unless we know where it is coming from and who is causing it, what can we do?
What we usually do is to continue on the same familiar road of self-motivated complacency, with just enough interruption to convince us, that what we are seeing with our eyes is real, ‘pretty much’ fixed, and out of our human domain to cause it to be any different. The bottom line we like entertaining ourselves and acting like we believe it.
True, but only up to a certain point: the point of centralized de-assing! When and IF the mind-altering occasion ever arises when we begin to suspect, there’s more under the sheets than the two bodies who seemingly occupy the bed, then and only then, will our experiences transcend the riotous veil of deception which so easily beset us. In other words, we are NOT living the life we think we are living.
Moreover, we are most assuredly not seeing what we think we’re seeing. Our minds are so adapted to the familiarity of conditions, people and episodes, that to call a tree a tree, categorizes all species of trees into a indistinct classification, removing the remotest possibility of the poetic experience of being able to see the energetic diverged ascending object for what it really displays.
We simply cannot subsist on a life of such undeveloped unappreciative layer of misleading nonsense. Our eyes need be awakened to the brilliancy of the flowing animated particles which establish, generate and maintain our ever evolving world. Nothing is static. Nothing is anything like we imagine it to be.
We, as human beings, are born anew each morning with a completely delegated, unraveling unexplored virginal set of feelings, artistic expression and curious needs. We do NOT appear on the scene as the person we recognize as coming from the day before, hour prior or even the second which has passed.
If we believe ourselves to be the monotonous same being with no conflicting and contrasting variances having been accumulated from the seasons which pass before us, we are a fool's fool. Why not take a risk? Look straightway into the mirror and introduce yourself to YOU!
Paula Andrea Pyle, M.A. Ed.