It's not so much that we need (or even can) get out of the matrix,
the developmental-cultural-historical lens through which we have
come to perceive what we call "reality."
Instead, begin to see it clearly, in all its nuance, subtlety, and
dream-like luminosity. How am I imagining myself, others, and
the world? What is the myth in which I am living, through which
I am seeing? What is the story I'm telling, who are the gods and
goddesses I am traveling with?
Am I willing to take the risk to dream a new dream? To differentiate
from the voices I have inherited from a world that has forgotten the
mysteries. To listen to the new poetry as it pours out of the stars.
While we may never be able to fully step outside the matrix and
report back as a neutral observer and "detached witness"
(another fantasy of modern consciousness), we can play within it,
dance inside and around it, allow ourselves the freedom to
hide and seek, and the imagination to get lost and to be found.
the developmental-cultural-historical lens through which we have
come to perceive what we call "reality."
Instead, begin to see it clearly, in all its nuance, subtlety, and
dream-like luminosity. How am I imagining myself, others, and
the world? What is the myth in which I am living, through which
I am seeing? What is the story I'm telling, who are the gods and
goddesses I am traveling with?
Am I willing to take the risk to dream a new dream? To differentiate
from the voices I have inherited from a world that has forgotten the
mysteries. To listen to the new poetry as it pours out of the stars.
While we may never be able to fully step outside the matrix and
report back as a neutral observer and "detached witness"
(another fantasy of modern consciousness), we can play within it,
dance inside and around it, allow ourselves the freedom to
hide and seek, and the imagination to get lost and to be found.
We can get messy, fall apart, be vulnerable, fail well, fail with heart,
forget and remember, dissolve and come back together. And set aside
the fantasy that one day we'll come to some safe, secure, knowing
resolution to the wildness of love and its contradictory, untamed,
and relentless activity. That one day we'll become a "master" at life,
wiggle into some invulnerable/untouchable state, tucked away and
protected from the reality that the rug can and will be pulled out
from underneath us in each unfolding moment.
forget and remember, dissolve and come back together. And set aside
the fantasy that one day we'll come to some safe, secure, knowing
resolution to the wildness of love and its contradictory, untamed,
and relentless activity. That one day we'll become a "master" at life,
wiggle into some invulnerable/untouchable state, tucked away and
protected from the reality that the rug can and will be pulled out
from underneath us in each unfolding moment.
To fully participate in the dream without falling into trance. And
even if we fall into trance, to dare to see it, too, as none other
than "the Beloved" in disguise.
even if we fall into trance, to dare to see it, too, as none other
than "the Beloved" in disguise.
It's really like being a character in our own fairy tale, with all the
mythical and archetypal beings by our side, curious as to what the
crazy love-struck boy or girl is going to do next, in awe of the
human form and the inseparability of matter and spirit.
mythical and archetypal beings by our side, curious as to what the
crazy love-struck boy or girl is going to do next, in awe of the
human form and the inseparability of matter and spirit.
~
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