02-15-2018, 12:00 AM
I had this vision a few months ago during meditation of jumping into a well, 100's and 100's of meters across and trying to stay in the center during free fall. There were whole villages....cities.....built into the stone walls around the periphery, I could see as I fell. Compulsion was to get drawn toward those living quarters along the sides....to grab hold and stop the free fall and live along the sides.
I suppose it's a problem if the intent is freedom....to let go and fly straight down the hole. To use and inevitably get used, seems like it creates a compulsion to cling. Thing is, the compulsion to cling or maybe "use" seems overwhelmingly reflexive...habitual, regardless of how destructive/deleterious it is. Thus, maybe there should be a tone of compassion for those who feel compelled to cling/use the way we do. Doesn't mean we don't let up, constantly looking for a way to engender change on a personal and collective scale. To give up is death by self-dismembering cling-convulsion. Thinking of a new born baby.....nearly purely aware....soft....utterly vulnerable. And how the reflexive clinging starts almost from day one. This compulsion just grows and becomes more complex as the being grows toward adulthood, hording around the compulsive survival drive that seems to supercede every notion of the possibility to fly in the face of this compulsion...to let go...acquiesce and resume free fall. I mean, how much choice is really involved, I wonder?
I suppose it's a problem if the intent is freedom....to let go and fly straight down the hole. To use and inevitably get used, seems like it creates a compulsion to cling. Thing is, the compulsion to cling or maybe "use" seems overwhelmingly reflexive...habitual, regardless of how destructive/deleterious it is. Thus, maybe there should be a tone of compassion for those who feel compelled to cling/use the way we do. Doesn't mean we don't let up, constantly looking for a way to engender change on a personal and collective scale. To give up is death by self-dismembering cling-convulsion. Thinking of a new born baby.....nearly purely aware....soft....utterly vulnerable. And how the reflexive clinging starts almost from day one. This compulsion just grows and becomes more complex as the being grows toward adulthood, hording around the compulsive survival drive that seems to supercede every notion of the possibility to fly in the face of this compulsion...to let go...acquiesce and resume free fall. I mean, how much choice is really involved, I wonder?