THIS THING WE DO ...
This
separation which we perceive...
This
experience of life
or lunacy which we create and which has no existence without our permission...
Or,
closer to Truth - without our choice it
could not be ...
Why
choose it at all?
Why
have to choose it?
We
have to choose it if we wish to continue to forget who we are ...
And
so we keep choosing the illusion as reality
Until
it gets so loud - the illusion, that is - that we can’t stand the noise
and so scream to ourselves:
“Turn
that blasted thing OFF!!”
And
then the intellect
is quiet for a moment.
So
we have a glimpse of Reality and It is so quiet, so infinitely No Thing, so
peaceful, so full of Peace...
And
we remember for a flash Who/What we are.
And
that is why we have to choose it: Separation.
So
we can finally consciously see
who/what we aren’t,
so that we can begin to consciously see Who/What we ARE.
Perfect
beings.
Our
perfection is our only stumbling block.
For
we are perfect with or without our self’s permission, or awareness.
We
are all Masters in our own universe.
We
are either conscious of this Mastery or not, and this is the essential
difference.
So
it behooves us to become conscious of our Mastery so we can consciously choose
the direction of the play instead of endlessly unconsciously scripting it and
acting it out.
It
isn’t a requirement to become
conscious.
There is free will.
But
then ... there is Destiny.
It
is simply a
matter of being Home vibrantly free or
coming
home in the waking sleep.
What
is it like, waking up?
Sometimes
I have dreamed, and realized I was dreaming, and wanted to wake up,
And
yet all my screams were silent, and all my attempts were futile as I wrestled
with all my being to wake myself up from this falseness and re-align with my
consciousness and body
and then, suddenly
I
would find myself back in this reality,
confused
but present.
And
what had I been wrestling with anyway?
For
from here, it looked
like nothing,
An
invisible kind of membrane from which I had to de-enmesh myself,
Like
exhaustively wrestling with the angel and then to see there is no one there ...
Like
Bert and Ernie in It’s a Wonderful Life
wrestling with Clarence in the snow in the dark.
That’s
what it’s like sometimes.
And
sometimes, it’s like noticing the moth on the window.
~ Laura Basha, response paper, July, 1994