in the end

We don’t really think about what in the end means. It doesn’t refer to our deathbeds as perhaps it might if taken literally, but some moment in the future when all the current conflicts and irritations and disatisfactions have resolved themselves. For many working people that means retirement in the rose garden of the autumn years. For others it could be that they are holding onto the myth of romantic love, or believe the grass is greener in another town or country, or that a just a little more of something, money perhaps, is the answer to everything.

In the meantime, with the pot of gold at the end of some other rainbow on the far horizon, we don’t always feel well - emotionally, spiritually or physically. We don’t feel well about ourselves. We don’t feel well about the state of our world or community. This background radiation of dis-ease and un-ease is so universal that it has become part of our human evolution and no matter how hard we try, by changing our lives or attitudes, burying our heads in self help books, taking medications or recreational drugs, seeking medical or psychological help, employing life coaches, prioritising money over morals or vice versa, seeking solace in methods, gurus, teachers and old religious forms, we can feel increasingly helpless.

A cure for this is to seek to resonate at the same frequency as the cosmos, as we are born of the elements of the stars, and to accept that we are the sum total of our experiences and must embrace those experiences rather than deny them or try to mythologise our past.

This is the hardest work we can ever do ...

something bad is going to happen

One of the common questions I get asked is, to paraphrase 'what the hell is the point in anything'. Usually I am tempting to make up some esoteric psychobabble about how we return to the stars, come back as a cat, or become one again with universal consciousness ... for the simple fact that this is the sort of thing my guests want to hear.

But I cannot lie.

Magic of any kind lies in our experiences now and that is all I am concerned about. I haven't a fucking clue about any after-life, neither has any other guru or teacher. I recall Erkhart Tolle, Oprah's boyfriend, a guru who has one decent message strung out endlessly, ie during times of crisis it's good therapy to focus on the present. Well I recall he was asked a question ... what happens when we die? I was praying he'd just say 'I dunno', and indeed he did exactly that, in his rather quaint way, replying, I don't know, I'm not dead yet ... BUT, then, not able to resist, he went on to explain at length with peculiar logic how there is no such thing as death etc ...

Something bad is going to happen ... we can either get used to it, meditate on it a while, or not think about it until the Doctor brings the x-ray results in ...

the knowledge paradox

I have been writing about the knowledge paradox today ... and how, as Woody Allen said in Hannah and her Sisters, one could read every book in the Central Library only to come out knowing less than when one began.

According to this logic, a baby contains within it all the secrets of the cosmos, and slowly sheds this information as consciousness and all its baggage arise until finally, the neurotic and blinkered adult is fully formed !

Both statements are true in my experience, certainly most adults I know are the sum total of their personality disorders, rather than their experiences ... and most kids I know, mine included, are pure joy, and largely unfettered by terminal misery.

Stopping this rot is our primary aim ...