02-24-2017, 12:01 AM
Glance, you may be onto something regarding level zero, progress misleading the masses, and the concept of home.
Not to preach about Jesus (I promise I'm no bible thumper), but he was rumored to enjoy the criminals, prostitutes, poor, outcasts, wealthy, and the dedicated. Point is all were equal to himself and were given, not forced to earn, that level of respect. If we are perfect, how is it there is progress or work to do, I wonder. If there is no work, what do we believe we're working on to progress. Returning home is journeying inward, as you hint at (feel free to correct me if that's not it).
It's interesting to observe disciplines where competition and hierarchy, even fear, are used to encourage people to race to a destination. If the participants are so focused on racing past the eagle and to freedom, might they notice the path will likely carry them to an unexpected destination. Imagine if going home meant the release of pain, acceptance, and unconditional self love. There might be no work left to do!
The thought of nothing to do sends shivers up my spine. Let me create more work for myself so I never have enough time to travel inward, toward home. Home is a frightening concept, I mean, what if I'm turned away?
It's interesting the unknown is the most frightening concept to many. Each journey home is so unique that books can't be used as road maps, only as relative directions at best. "Sit beneath a tree, but you can choose any comfortable location. If you're hungry, try again after a meal. If you're angry, love. If it's noisy, select a different tree."
What if the eagle is the self and the point is there is never an eagle at the destination. How long might I wait for an eagle to combat, I wonder. I mean, I've learned I must fight a bird which wants to eat me! I'm expecting my 40 virgins!
Oh, wait. Wrong forum.
I'm expecting my eagle to be eaten? To spread my wings and fly? To race past a beast and through a gate! I must fight! It shouldn't be as simple as sitting with my eyes closed, no, that sounds deceptively easy. I'm very suspicious of deep meditative states, that can't be the way home. I don't have to work hard enough to feel as though I've earned it.
Heh, the struggle is real.
Not to preach about Jesus (I promise I'm no bible thumper), but he was rumored to enjoy the criminals, prostitutes, poor, outcasts, wealthy, and the dedicated. Point is all were equal to himself and were given, not forced to earn, that level of respect. If we are perfect, how is it there is progress or work to do, I wonder. If there is no work, what do we believe we're working on to progress. Returning home is journeying inward, as you hint at (feel free to correct me if that's not it).
It's interesting to observe disciplines where competition and hierarchy, even fear, are used to encourage people to race to a destination. If the participants are so focused on racing past the eagle and to freedom, might they notice the path will likely carry them to an unexpected destination. Imagine if going home meant the release of pain, acceptance, and unconditional self love. There might be no work left to do!
The thought of nothing to do sends shivers up my spine. Let me create more work for myself so I never have enough time to travel inward, toward home. Home is a frightening concept, I mean, what if I'm turned away?
It's interesting the unknown is the most frightening concept to many. Each journey home is so unique that books can't be used as road maps, only as relative directions at best. "Sit beneath a tree, but you can choose any comfortable location. If you're hungry, try again after a meal. If you're angry, love. If it's noisy, select a different tree."
What if the eagle is the self and the point is there is never an eagle at the destination. How long might I wait for an eagle to combat, I wonder. I mean, I've learned I must fight a bird which wants to eat me! I'm expecting my 40 virgins!
Oh, wait. Wrong forum.
I'm expecting my eagle to be eaten? To spread my wings and fly? To race past a beast and through a gate! I must fight! It shouldn't be as simple as sitting with my eyes closed, no, that sounds deceptively easy. I'm very suspicious of deep meditative states, that can't be the way home. I don't have to work hard enough to feel as though I've earned it.
Heh, the struggle is real.