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Reality dismembered, rejected

You have been warned.

Reality is an illusion impregnated on us from the earliest time. It is not what life is. It is only what it has become to us through outside influences.
Therefore, dispose of it at the earliest opportunity and never face it, never deal with it, because it is not your own creation.

If you face it, you automatically become a sheep like 99.9% of the world population. They all face reality with a surreal religious conviction. That should raise your suspicion.

As Mark Twain already wrote:
“Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.”

It is also the worst adversary if you look it in the face: clingy, horrid in humor and cruel beyond comprehension.

It survives only because it has been defined through the millennia to a point where humans now believe that there is no life without it.

Facing it is admitting that life is the way it is, in essence conceding defeat to a system out of our control. It is also a declaration that there is nothing else, — but reality.

Reality will never go down through a fight. Instead, it wears humanity to the bone with the fine emery paper of ‘reality checks’, one tortured grain at a time, unashamedly empowered, obfuscating any notion that there could be anything besides it, never mind something replacing it.

Don’t take your lifetime to figure out that reality only survives because its believers venerate it to the highest position in their existence.
Words like: ‘reality is all there is,’ just bolsters its ego.

One of the very few things all of humanity agrees on unequivocally: reality.

It is the religion of religions and has supreme power over us. It becomes a dust storm, hurricane-depression, avalanche, mindfcku…

Two things will free you from it:
Both are easy and often feel impossible to achieve.

You ignore it. Flatly deny its existence, and then you define your own present with your creativity, and not others’.

“Don’t face reality, face your dreams instead, they don’t hit you on the head.”

Emphatically again: reality is not what is, but what we make of that, which is. Existence is unarguably all the things that are. Reality, if we want to call our ‘existence bubble’ such, should be defined by us alone as soon as we have reached a state of cognitive awareness and consciousness, in a coming of age ceremony, an exorcision – lighting the new flame, and then revise it frequently.

However, and unfortunately, we are being defined by realities’ believers and their picture is burned into our conscience with the glowing branding iron of moral suasion.

Like always, we are sheep of many shepherds. These shepherds are believers who promote a particular thought stream anchored to reality and they are like snake-oil salesmen. Parents, friends, social media, technology, religion, governments, law, probably even ethics — to name some.

We are not born into reality, but into existence. The shepherds indoctrinate and convince us that this is it, this is all there is. Then they baptize us in false promises, tie us down in the illusion and give reign to reality to have its way with us. If ever we wake up and want to escape we realize there is hardly a crack left to be found in the matrix surrounding us.

The road to freedom goes from illusion through delusion to our truth of presence, and that path, however long and arduous it may be, is solely within us.

Rather be removed from reality, — confused in delusion, painted with satire, derided and scoffed, — than a captive of the illusion, lies, and threats of reality created and enforced by others, any longer.

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get back inside

It’s the kind of words you could hear someone yell from the porch on a rainy day.
It could be the name of a bistro.
It’s a vociferous frustration when you opened something up you should not have touched.
It implies that whatever it is, whoever it is, it or they came from the inside.
Get back means to return, to the inside in this case.

Right now however, ‘it’ must be on the outside, because why else would I be reprimanded to get back inside?
The ‘it’ is actually a facet of me.

I was sitting inside the lounge on a chair. But I heard it clearly said, “get back inside.”
The time was just after 5am. Where is inside at that time of the morning? Cosy-snugly bed, no?

Admittedly the meditation was a bit, ‘all over the place.’

In my supposed mode of passive observation I had to rope-in my freely wandering thoughts time and again.
If it would have been a dream it would be called lucid dreaming, because you know what you are doing and you maintain some form of control.
I clearly was two things at once: observer and practitioner, and, I have on occasion caught myself being even more than two things at once.

During writing of my first book I have occasionally practiced spawning numerous thought streams at once and then sitting back to observe: i.e. traveling on the Orient express, flying an aircraft, having dinner and conversation and leaning a fast motorbike through the curves in Mpumalanga with Beethoven’s 6th (Pastorale) in the background.
Indeed I thought I was successful at it. I just worked up a voracious appetite for chocolate afterwards.

Multi-tasking, multi-processing, time-slicing, – fascinating ideas, computer jargon I know, but if a robot can do it surely I can too. Brilliant creation our brain is!
In short most of us will concur that I have probably never reached my destination on the Orient express, crashed the aircraft, was absent minded at dinner and an irresponsible danger on the motorbike. Yes you are right. I never completed any one of them except the Symphony, and why should I? There were another thousand other things to do and I was only interested in the highlights.
Such is the power of our beautiful mind.

Well, this morning an inner voice decided it was appropriate to remind me to ‘get back inside.’
Inside is where I truly am. The outside is a distraction and probably an illusion, – or all is an illusion.
While I am deeply anchored inside I can become a better observer and conductor.
I think what ‘it’ was trying to tell me was, “go outside by all means but stay connected to your true guiding self.”
I’m safely back inside now, peeping out occasionally till next time.

To Beethoven, to Me, to everything at once inside.

Get back inside now!

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Let go!

The concept of space, time and matter is an illusion!

Bang!
I’m dead as far as most physicists are concerned.

Aren’t those the building blocks of a universe?
Isn’t that the foundation of reality?

These learned folk won’t endorse this ludicrous idea of mine. Even less would they want to hear what I have to say.
But hey…

I can’t provide empirical proof and yet paradoxically my experience and observation is the whole proof.
Science lacks measurability in this area and therefore my statement is probably considered preposterous.
However, the experience that lead me to make this statement above is repeatable at will.
And, it doesn’t require the particle accelerator in Cern, a string of academic accolades or MDM or God.

Here is a synopsis of what I have observed:
I clasp things. I hold on to stuff. I impose my will. I force my way. I control. I want, want, want.
I fret, fear and become disturbed. Dis-ease sets in. I miss the point of my existence.
I buzz around a fictitious lamp till I expire.
Anxiety. Depression. Disappointment. Disillusionment. Darkness. Turmoil.
Nothingness. Cluelessness. Lostness.

During moments of such crude existential confrontation and the resulting confusion, what I need is often very close by.
Maybe even on my bedside table.

I picked up the book ‘Out of my mind,’ by Richard Bach, and just like the first time when I read it I could not put it down.

My meditation the next morning focused on only one thing:

‘Letting go.’

First I let go of the idea that I have to define an outcome. Any outcome. The outcome of my life mostly, when I really boil it down to the bare essential.
I decided to let go of ANY desired outcome in my meditation. Then, secondly, having pushed all expectations aside I observed unclouded what revealed itself.
As I let go of stuff: financial woes, creative block, hangups, karmic debt, material belongings, the devil…, – space, time and matter disappeared.
Suddenly I existed. I came to be. I was ‘without’ and that gave opportunity for me to experience unhindered what could be.

There was no physicality about me. Sure my body still existed, but the ‘beingness’ I experienced was not in the body. I was however not floating in space either.
Undoubtedly, I concluded later, there exists an unmeasurable dimension.
I integrated into a ‘substance’ of invisibility somewhere, where I then ‘became’ when I finally let go. And yet despite this state I was still me. A consciousness existed, like a nucleus without the earthly paraphernalia bogging me down. Not even my name came along so I am not sure now how I was identifiable to myself. But I very clearly was without social security number, passport, avatar, blog etc. etc.
Maybe more than ever I actually was I. Or was I? The sense of individuality that I had in human form was not there. There was no ego but there was a presence. Even though I haven’t any feedback from anyone else experiencing this, I felt a definition of ‘aware beingness.’ On reflecting afterwards I wondered if we all become similar in this state and that this is what ‘divine consciousness’ is about?

I have no idea yet how one makes contact, finds me or joins me when I’m ‘there?’ I don’t even know if such an interaction would still be desirable or necessary?
Perhaps that nonphysical consciousness is just another step towards other existii of myself and other realities in other dimensions?

It was quite apparent that I was still associated/connected with my body to this earthly existence of a reality, because the tune ‘By the Seaside,’ gently brought me back from yonder land.

I can’t even say with any certainty that ‘letting go’ is a sure fire solution of realigning myself in this existence.
I do know that an expansion occurs from this perceived, stuck reality into fantality and, upon returning, there remains the irrefutable knowledge of another beingness and a universe that functions way different to what we expect and have accepted.

I think the point here is not to overthink, rather steady the monkey mind and experience.

Let go and wonder for yourself.