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The mask is not who or what we are - but is who we are subconsciously habituated to identify by reaction. The belief that the mask protects from fear is the belief that locks fear in, to operate as censoring interjection between you and yourself, you and your relations, you and your source and nature of existence.
This ability to deny, limit, and cover over our own being is the capacity to effectively render ourselves unconscious or oblivious - relative to mapped out 'no go areas' that expand as our sense of awareness of freedom to be contracts. In this sense what we give to fear we take from love - but while love is read or taken as a manipulative or contractual outcome, it operates as the masking over fear - such as a disarming smile.
Covering a conflict can seem a loving protection and attending conflicted thought and feeling in love’s honesty can seem like giving hate a voice. These seemings operate a reversal by our reacting to them as true.
So waking to the mask is the capacity to recognise that the narrative self is not who we are - but is something we have made - with our world and drawn from our past. The idea that ‘me’ as the residual investment in the mask, can remake my own mask from a higher place of insight as leverage is where insight is prostituted to the old wine bottle mind. But we learn by practice, not as a requirement for perfection.
The mind of masking is ‘divide and rule’. It is never going to unify and heal a split allegiance of conflicted purpose - but will seek to do so as possession and control - for that is the grasping at life that must then fears to lose what it thinks to have caught, or the mind of casting out of fears, that is forever on guard and defended against their coming back in.
In this sketch I offer a way of looking at consciousness without investing in narratives of guilt and manipulation of fear,. Fear that is the conflict rising from not knowing who we are - and from trying to be what on some level we know we are not - or we would rest in being and not be at war with our self - which must then express as mistimed and mistaken relational experience.
i cannot make another's choices for them - and in all sanity - nor would I want to. But if I attempt to, I will offer a role for others to use me to play out for their own script or masking, so as to generate patterns of resonant entanglement in what is not true.
That we can set up a pattern of dissonance with its own inertial fulcrum is an individual and collective counterpoint of opposition to transparency and accountability by which to persist an experience of separation from the direct movement or flow of our felt being.
Not unlike an eddy in a river.
While we are identified in knots that set us as a problem to untangle or cut off from - we forget that which set us in the polarised sense of opposition, and the more we seek to oppose it, the more lockdown and hollow we become until the patterning itself disintegrates as a structure.
My sense of these times is of an exponential acceleration in which the rate of change becomes the incapacity to maintain personal or social cohesion as a control mask. Fitting humanity into a smart-coffin is the dream of control at any price, but the question 'what for?' belongs to the heart of living, not to a checked box of incentivised conflict-avoiding 'correctness'.
Perhaps we need to recognise the hatred in our heart from a capacity to move or evolve it without hurting others or ourselves. It dos not mean we have no capacity, recognition or deserving of recognition in love. It means hurt and betrayed love set in denial of acceptance or expression. Often by affecting sympathies masking as concern.
But the nature of the experience of acceptance is of releasing and being released - even if one step or moment at a time. Coming back into a quality of felt being from which to live, from a conflicted and self-reinforcing sense of pain in struggle and isolation.