Monday, 24 August 2009
Most of our lives are lived inside out.
We get an inverted pleasure from pain. We derive our meaning from martyring ourselves.
We perceive our purpose as depriving and punishing ourselves as a way of showing that life is hell. That's our way of proving that we are worthy of our misery.
It's a function of the ego to aggrandise itself through denial. It is so entrenched in our collective psyche that you have to be ultra alert to spot it.
It restores itself all the time, so you have to be awake to drop inversion and turn yourself the right way up again.
'If I die of despair-induced illness, that will show people how much they have hurt me and make them repent.' That's the kind of logic your ego likes.
It will happily kill you so that it can feel important and validated. It can't let life be what it is and live in a state of acceptance-based bliss, because then it would not exist.
Forfeiting of life equals the ego. Absence of the ego equals life. The ego is an inversion. Bliss is a restoration.
With the ego, something has gone horribly wrong, which, of course, is part of everything going perfectly right.
We have to know entirely who we are not first so that we can be who we are, with the experiential knowing of the opposite. We have to turn ourselves inside out to rediscover ourselves for real.
Have you discovered fully who you are not? Have you thoroughly lost yourself so that you can, with consciousness, emerge from the false and be true?
Can you wake up from inversion and be who you really are?
It a simple yet cryptic key to life. Until you see it, it's cryptic, when you see it, it's simple.
Nothing is too good to be you.