Accepting the Infinite as a spirit means relinquishing personal identity.
To most, the sentence above is just another to gloss over. Assume it has no merit, no worth, no meaning and jump to the next paragraph to see if something pertinent will show up there.
Perhaps the ‘search’ for the Infinite is impossible . . . but perhaps, at the same time, it is necessary!
Necessary because it brings us face to face with the idea of limitations.
Necessary because in our attempts at finding the Infinite (even the initial thoughts of how to get started) we find ourselves in new surroundings. A realm of uncertainty where we become aware that our reasoning no practical value. Ground rules we’ve had all our lives evaporate and we’re forced to accept ‘acceptance’. Acceptance of the highest strain. Acceptance of what we don’t know. Relinquishing our personal identity.
Necessary because even though we’ll never fully understand the complexities of the Infinite, we may uncover an area of just enough pertinence to ourselves that our lives will be changed forever. Free from all that we felt we had to follow. Freedom – in an endless supply of superlatives. Freedom – in a limitless playground, designed just for you.
Your highest experience – EVER – may be waiting for you just on the other side of that curtain you always deemed as unattainable.
We get glimpses. We get touched. We get feelings. We sing, laugh out loud and scream with joy. We live life with complete abandon – for a while. Then, it’s back to our cage.
No pictures stir me as viscerally as ones like the above. Palpable freedom. Hands raised in celebration. Screams of, ‘Go little bird, fly, FLY!’ Notice; there are no tethers attached, no boundaries anymore, nothing imposed. P-U-R-E freedom.
Just removing a collar from a dog brings me euphoria. A few mornings ago at about 3:00 A.M. I saw a moth in my bathroom. I nudged him into a glass and took him down to the door in the garage, turned on the outside light and opened the door. Raising the glass I removed my other hand from blocking the moth’s exit. Tears came as I watched the little guy disappear into the night sky. Another moment I will treasure forever. P-U-R-E freedom.
We can ‘feel’ the Infinite on a physical level. Perhaps, somehow, the answer is capturing that rapturous sensation and imbuing every cell of our bodies with it. Almost like teaching ourselves how to experience the Euphoria the Infinite wants to share.
Walls, bars, untrue mental convictions, tethers, cages, boxes, ruts, apathy or just uncertainty make lofty perspectives unavailable.
The next time a supreme, Infinite feeling is felt, don’t try to capture it, give thanks for it. Allow it to spread throughout your entire being. Then, do it again, and again.
Wherever it is, find it. With eyes closed if needed. Get the perfect pillows, blankets and foot warmers. Turn down the lights. Maybe faint background ambient music. Kitty and/or puppy most welcome.
Hot coffee. A delicate puffed pastry. Spoil yourself, like never before.
Unlimited dreams become what is important. Crazy, erotic, exotic dreams. Ones that come with a ‘Caution’ label. Scary-good dreams. Fantasies. Mind-blowing excursions. Ideas with the power to lift.
Go out further, where mentality ends and the impossible begins. Allow yourself to be immersed. Cut away the life-preserver. Permit illegal transportation to places to which you have never even contemplated.
Go incognito. Be ‘out of focus’. Distorted. Unknown to yourself.
In this new world, open the doors if there are any. See what is under the things on the ground. Find that secret passageway and that hidden set of stairs or the trap-door. Get open to the flood of the Infinite.