Consciousness is in bonds due to love of things

Sunyata (Alfred Julius Emmanuel Sorensen)

Sunyata (Alfred Julius Emmanuel Sorensen)

The Matrix, the Fatherland, the Swa-raj is whence we Are, and where we Are. The return journey thither is not for fest nor for image-making love. It happens in consciousness until we are awarely our Self, pure consciousness, and no longer appear to be entombed in that which we carry about with us, the tools of the body, mind and thought, and in which Socrates said, “We are imprisoned like an oyster in its shell.”

In Silence we close our outward eyes and our clever minds to perceptions. Then in ourselves awakens Memory: The power of steady vision and clear Remembrance of what we Are, of the birthright of all, which few are conscious of and turn to use. Then we need a guide no longer, for we live at ease, at Home as artists in Life.

The dis-ease of assertion, of trying is healed, is eased, in Silence. A thousand years B.C. the Sage of Egypt knew; “O Thou sweet well for him that thirsteth in the desert! It is closed to him that speaketh but open to him who is Silent. When who is silent cometh, lo! he findeth the well.”

And the ancients of Tibet knew: “The mind is the slayer of the Real, let the disciple slay the slayer. Kill in thyself all memories of past experiences. Look not behind, or thou art lost.” Yet why slay or kill? The real cannot be slain only obscured, and we need not kill the poor memories. Let them die simply and naturally. They do fade and cease to be bondage, when they are seen as they are, as illusions and toys.

Look not behind longingly, gleefully or attachedly or we are lost, like Mrs. Lot, lost in thought and stayed in the bondage of memories.

Consciousness is held in bonds by love of things, and so it cannot proceed and clarify into awareness, in which there are no longings, no yearnings and no trying. No more do “we look before and after and grieve for what is not.” Past and future merge into the At-Homeness of the Eternal Now.

All our striving, all Yoga practices and all becoming and begoing seem to be conscious or unconscious attempts to clarify the mirror of the soul, to be sine-cere so as to reflect purely and thus to transcend the dis-ease of ego-consciousness into the harmonious ease of simple living Awareness.

In Memory is the essence of all memories, and is not the only real progress, the only true becoming in our Being – being more aware of our Memory, of our Self? We are Sunshine, and throughout Siva´s transmuting dance in the cosmic “Leela” Memory lingers in each form: and in the fullness of time is Eternity´s Sunrise.

Time and ego dissolve into Awareness. “Death is before me today as a man longs to see his house, when he has spent many years in exile and in captivity.” But if we can manage to die the mystic death into Life, here and now, our longing also ceases. We neither yearn nor fear to die out of our bodies, but are divinely carefree, or, as egos would say, indifferent.

Egoism has many strange disguises and ´many´ ideal extensions. In subtle ego deceptions we may well crucify the virtue and drain the Life-flow of our beloved ones by our so seemingly unegotistical eagerness to share, to help, to inspire, to guide and to love them.

Excerpted from ‘The Nectar of Sunyata.’ The 130th birth anniversary of Danish born Sunyata was observed on October 27

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