A World Where Love Comes to Die?
in response to the themes & comments in:
https://off-guardian.org/2023/09/15/watermelon-watershed/
The flaw of all ideological and teleological viewpoints is 1) they see power as real and 2) they believe they can know the end purpose of history. Both premises are false: power is an illusion and the end-purpose is determined by reality. Unfortunately humans do not fully control reality. The one thing history tells us that everyone eventually faces the war they are trying to avoid. That makes our teleological outcome one thing – nuclear Armageddon. Paradoxically, the only chance of avoiding that fate is to accept it.
You will be very glad you do not & can not control reality!
Power OVER is the illusion. Or if you prefer; control masks as power, while what we think to possess, possesses us.
History tells us whatever we choose to hear - but if we use it to stamp continuity of narrative identity set in lack & grievance, it tells us we are made by conflict and pain of loss to struggle in a world where love comes to die.
The desire to heal receives a blessing shared.
Sow & reap is cast out in time and place of differentiated or fragmented sense of self/reality, but is the true nature of the timeless. How can all the king’s horses and all the king’s men put Humpty together again but as in-silico/virtual models to which life must be sacrificed - over, over and over again.
On the other hand, leave them alone and they'll come home, dragging their tales behind them, suggests a natural alignment to a homing signal or indeed innate Nature.
Our denials never truly leave the mind, but they do limit & filter the range and focus of awareness as attention - so as to compartmentalise a sense of self in its own 'chosen' reality augmentation - or substitution. (Image & thought).
Human being is a verb. Life is a verb - but a nounce or reporter/bearer of news - translates to an object model of weighted significances taken as currency.
So the use of mind for judgemental denial or limitations by which to focus in specific arena of experience, sets its own 'fate' as a jack-in-the-box of charged psychic conflict under a disintegrating masking dictate. Though we may humanly experience the compression of being denied as impending death, barbarians at the gate or madness pushing through the bolted cellar doors. The power of love is not control, but to a covertly set control ID must be seen as threat or contagion, to be demonised and killed.
As in the parable of the tenant farmers & the messengers of the 'absent Master'.
To the practically minded - have I said anything (that can be useful in their ongoing focus of problem solving or war on...whatever)?
How separate are we really - right now and in every now - from our source and true Nature - but that thinking makes so?
Individual expressions of the whole are recognisably felt as qualitative but the concept individual can be quantitatively represented as locked down 'meanings' competing for acceptance at cost of awareness of wholeness or Soul.
The wish or desire to create (reality/experience) is itself creative, but only within the light of the always already creative. Anything we sow or give value to by sharing will frame what follows on - while its premise is protected (as self). Conflicted premises follow false profits. A true prophet reveals the healing of conflict as alignment in true Currency of with-ness and worth-ship.
Our grip on self/control is its grip on us. Releasing an unworkable or self-conflictive covert identity cant be magically effected (though we may die over and over in the tempt), but as the recognition of what we are not, in the light of what we are -regardless any belief or judgement set against its Messengers.
The time of compression enforces a release of the unworkable to a unified focus within life. There is no true unity in war, but there is siding with freedom to be that you are. Unless we give it, how shall we know we have it?
