The Infinite

For some folks the above picture is a close example of their life. All is good but there is something missing. And each day the search goes on to find the increasingly elusive void.

Dig through book after book, Google for possibilities, listen to lectures, talk with others, examine the pieces you already have, look under rug after rug.

What would you do if one day a new realization came blasting through like a wrecking ball through a brick wall and immediately convinced you the whole puzzle you are working on . . . is not the correct puzzle!

This new ‘realization’ implied that to proceed in any manner you’d have to sweep ALL the pieces off the table, gather them up and throw them into the trash, and then die to your old self – and die to EVERYTHING that was a part of you.

Some folks, due to strange circumstances do die, but upon resurrection haven’t gotten rid of the old pieces. They sit right down at the same table and begin the same worthless search again, not realizing, again that it’s the wrong puzzle.

There is no overlap of the Infinite and ordinary life as we all know it. No words share the same boundaries. It seems that the only common emotion might be ‘feeling’. And one of those feelings might be shared when all those puzzle pieces we know so well are scattered in a dump somewhere and totally forgotten.

It seems so counterintuitive to not try to ‘locate’ or try not to ‘find’ but that is the way to the Infinite. It’s dying, but staying ‘dead’ long enough for the Purity to enter.

Thought about it before, but with minimal results. Even the opportunities to open to higher ways come around so infrequently.

You turn the handle, push the door, and it opens. But to what???

Nothing that makes any sense, that’s for sure. Nothing you can grab on to or cut out and paste. Not even an idea you can take with you and share with others. There’s none of that, anywhere.

‘Expectation’ so limits what has value.

No message in a bottle. No ancient encryptions etched into a wall. There’ll be no movie showing, no book to read, no teacher with abstract skills precisely made for your mentality, maturity and understanding.

And so . . . the door is no longer opened. No breaks to your worldly walk accepted. No openings for new perspectives to be seen. No opportunities tried that may have life-changing impact.

Instead, on the other side of that door is: a wonderland, a fantasyland comprised of nothing that we now know anything about. A dreamland of no earthly value to us [absolutely none] until we are ready to abandon all our thoughts, all our plans, all our strategies and all our ‘knowns’.

There should be another escape hatch to first let out all of our ‘ghosts of thoughts past’. Those things that WE believed were absolutely essential for our existence.

Perhaps your ‘door’ has become welded shut; impenetrable. Time-honored dogma will do just that.

‘Thoughts Past’ . . .

How’s their grip on you today?

Myriad thoughts pass through our minds. Which ones do you allow to take residency with you?

If you select ideas pertaining to difficulties . . . that is what will show up in life for you; problems, setbacks and turmoil.

If you select topics of worth, the ones that make you feel happy . . . that is what will be with you in your future reality.

This process doesn’t have to be left to chance. You can populate your mind with anything you wish.

Choose with care. Leave your coin in your pocket.

Right now, you have the ability and freedom to ponder whatever subject you wish. Whatever subject you wish!

Perhaps it’s thinking about what subject would be the best for you to consider. Maybe some lofty topic like ‘the Infinite’ or where to have lunch.

The more important the decision the more ‘feeling’ will be associated with your choice. With greater feeling comes greater impression of that thought on to the description board of who you really are.

In other words, what you deem as most important will be what shows up in greater abundance in your outward reality.

Right now, you have the ability and freedom to ponder whatever subject you wish. Whatever subject you wish!

Perhaps it’s thinking about what subject would be the best for you to consider. Maybe some lofty topic like ‘the Infinite’ or where to have lunch.

The more important the decision the more ‘feeling’ will be associated with your choice. With greater feeling comes greater impression of that thought on to the description board of who you really are.

In other words, what you deem as most important will be what shows up in greater abundance in your outward reality.

Is there a hesitation to continue? Might a quick self-assessment bring a possibility that a repression of that magnitude could be unattainable?

Would just the attempt at the excursion be something you would want to try?

Imagine half the journey has been completed successfully. Would the last half be more challenging or less challenging for you?

Ponder the idea of being able to send the ‘guards of depression’ home because you have finally decided that from now on . . .

no negativity is allowed in to your being!

None.

Life. Is it an endless embroilment of questions? What’s for lunch? How can I get this or get rid of that? How to; find love, or passion, or freedom, or solitude, or companionship?

What if you were to take a step back, change your perspective, and see the broader picture?

You might find yourself questioning the very questions mentioned above. These most important questions you carry around . . . are they really that important to the real you, the person at the core of your existence?

Pick an item on your list of things to do today. Then ask, ‘Is that item really what I want to do? Is there anything better that I could be doing?

Most importantly, is getting to the discovery of where your to-do lists originate, and whether you have anything to do with what appears on that list.

Control of your feelings can lead you to only putting items on your list that contribute to your highest happiness.

A void . . .

not brought about by lack . . .

but by wisdom.

Nobody asks a polluted river what kind of fish it wants.

Mental ashes now fill the cracks. An indigo wind is asleep in the clouds. You’re a guest at a masquerade holding nothing but a handful of eternity.

With a last burst of individualism a few more steps are taken. A few more steps toward the ghetto of diminishing feelings.

You don’t want much, but whatever it is, you don’t want to find it in somebody else’s stuff. But the only things playing now are; irrational reflections, lifeless fantasies and collapsing imaginings.

You don’t want much; oxygen, reason, value, clarity, a known.

A sunrise . . .

of a force of central will.