Saturday, February 23, 2008
Repost Crossing the Ocean of Tears
Newcomers here please pay attention to the difference between self and Self (spelled with a capital)
In "Crossing the Ocean of Tears," I follow now the thread of Rasa (bliss essence, meta mood, felt meaning in its Sanskrit interpretation) which ties all spiritual teachings together. The rasa of love is shringara - King of the Rasa's - which includes the erotic sentiment, wherein life surges within psyche and soma, mind and body. Shringa unites the two loves - of the serpent and the dove.
Thus there are four primary essences; desire, love, bliss and not the least, selflessness, who's high names include also silence and zero (the attainment of which leads to Sahajaya - liberated action by spontaneous inspiration). Their permutations are many, their gifts beyond measure, yet little else is there to understand… except that the rasa's also enumerate the many moods of suffering and this too is key.This one who writes - speaking much of Bliss - is no stranger to tears. Show me one who does not cry and I show you one who's heart has become weak; become dependent on cognitive massage to keep alive their soul, oblivious to life in the highest as it becomes numb to the base.
I love the ocean. I imagine it as the tears of the gods, reminding us that in rebirth, like in birth pain, it has its rightful place. Such too is love which is, though we know it not, the patient nurturing of the embryo of the divine child and finally the bringing it to term as the Self.
Love indeed is King. There is no more noble act than to awaken love through love - extending love to all creatures of and within consciousness. This is the hearts exercise which proffers wholeness and no poison can then cause it to skip a beat. And there is no greater purpose than loves sacrifice of self righteousness. Then love ascends to the throne of life incorruptible, inexorable, yet infolds everything in its embrace.
All teachings are tricks and subterfuge to lead the knower to a place beyond the influence of the deceiver, the pretender to the throne of "I". Many are the rituals and practices of the Temple (body). Many the distractions which draw one out of the house of the heart, the chambers of the bride and groom. Yet as they sever the root of Divine Ardor, do not cultivate the tree of loves flowering virtues and free not the fragrance of Bliss into the winds, they lead only to decay and are as compost for the continuing cycle of rebirth and forgetfulness.
Love and let go … the true will is to love and let go in light of love-bliss. Once this is known the way is simple if not easy. Almost immediately comes grace & blessing. The challenge is to abide in this through all trials until the angel of death repents. There is greater depth here to explore but if anyone claims a higher revelation I dare them speak their word of blasphemy.
To speak of love as a power rather than an affection is to know that it rests on a foundation of self love. At its most basic this is about the body - not our judgments about our bodily imperfections but about the feelings that are locked within the cells and strangle the life force.
As an exercise then, scan your body for feelings. Begin looking into the chest and the region of the heart. In the space of the organs of breath and the metronome of life's rhythm, are likely to be stored many pains of the psyche as emotional turmoil. Should you become aware of them, extend love to them as a parent would love a child.
From Plato to Freud a three fold division of mind has been described, yet mot useful is perhaps the Kahuna description of the unconscious as child, the rational conscious as the adult and then a super conscious essence as parent of all - the Self. I would place the self in the center of the circle of unconsciousness and the rational self as on the periphery. The path then to realization of the Self is then through the unconscious and this model reflects the kind of love I speak of above - love as for the child.
Just like our solar system is positioned on the outskirts of our galaxy far from its center, the adult self has a long way to go to know the parental Mother-Father Self. And the body-mind is as a microcosm of this universe. Its sense of separation from the energy field of all Life is from the knots of obscuring emotions, reduced ultimately to the feelings of fear and abandonment by the Parental (Mothering) Self. When you extend love to these tacit body feelings, you re-parent all the irrational children of the unconscious with conscious love. And clear away the debris of unconscious content which occludes the knowing of the Self. Long have I focused on cultivating positive emotion of joy even before its spiritual depth is understood. Its purpose is to gather strength of suficient psychic energy to enable one to address the issues of the unconscious which the body holds frozen in time and space. Release them and the spirit takes back its wings. Meaning: as you learn to release unconscious content, you rise above attachment-by- identity-with and discover there is only one thing left to do … let go even of the self.
The unconscious and its content IS our spiritual ignorance - not some misinformation or information's lack. There is inevitable pain in becoming thus conscious and my aim here is simply to make it more bearable to confront, that one might emerge into unreasoned Bliss of Self.
There are many means to escape this pain, lifetime after lifetime, including some spiritual practices so called. There is however only one way to erase it and that is to face it directly as it comes. For that I have offered simple tools I have found effective. And the above is but an application of such I have to recommend.
So then talk to your heart, find its fears and concern. And listen and respond, like women tell men, not to solve anything, simply to offer love and encouragement. Then will the child transform, growing in the direction of light, lightness and freedom.
One could say - and quite rightly according to the western metaphysical philosophers - that G-d is the hidden beauty within all things. One must find the beauty within - in even the dark corners of the body-mind - and then one may find the beauty without. Ones perception is dependent on the lens one looks through after all. It is the beauty which calls forth love. One could call this beauty the perception of potential perfection; the potential good and true which life ever aspires to become as if dreaming somehow it could. Look then and see the desire to become - which is the Divine Ardor imminent and inherent in all things.
All love has been said to be self love as we are all joined in the hub of the Self. But how to love oneself? To love ones body or personality indicates at best a high self esteem and at worst a uncomely narcissism. Both are ego based. Herein is described a process whereby one might love oneself as might the Divine and in a way that leads to the Self. One can not correctly love ones neighbor as ones self until one learns to love from the Self. Giving love to self and other is then a learning of the same art - crossing the ocean of tears in the boat of love-bliss.
© Arjay 2008, 2009
Repost Crossing the Ocean of Tears
Newcomers here please pay attention to the difference between self and Self (spelled with a capital)
In "Crossing the Ocean of Tears," I follow now the thread of Rasa (bliss essence, meta mood, felt meaning in its Sanskrit interpretation) which ties all spiritual teachings together. The rasa of love is shringara - King of the Rasa's - which includes the erotic sentiment, wherein life surges within psyche and soma, mind and body. Shringa unites the two loves - of the serpent and the dove.
Thus there are four primary essences; desire, love, bliss and not the least, selflessness, who's high names include also silence and zero (the attainment of which leads to Sahajaya - liberated action by spontaneous inspiration). Their permutations are many, their gifts beyond measure, yet little else is there to understand… except that the rasa's also enumerate the many moods of suffering and this too is key.This one who writes - speaking much of Bliss - is no stranger to tears. Show me one who does not cry and I show you one who's heart has become weak; become dependent on cognitive massage to keep alive their soul, oblivious to life in the highest as it becomes numb to the base.
I love the ocean. I imagine it as the tears of the gods, reminding us that in rebirth, like in birth pain, it has its rightful place. Such too is love which is, though we know it not, the patient nurturing of the embryo of the divine child and finally the bringing it to term as the Self.
Love indeed is King. There is no more noble act than to awaken love through love - extending love to all creatures of and within consciousness. This is the hearts exercise which proffers wholeness and no poison can then cause it to skip a beat. And there is no greater purpose than loves sacrifice of self righteousness. Then love ascends to the throne of life incorruptible, inexorable, yet infolds everything in its embrace.
All teachings are tricks and subterfuge to lead the knower to a place beyond the influence of the deceiver, the pretender to the throne of "I". Many are the rituals and practices of the Temple (body). Many the distractions which draw one out of the house of the heart, the chambers of the bride and groom. Yet as they sever the root of Divine Ardor, do not cultivate the tree of loves flowering virtues and free not the fragrance of Bliss into the winds, they lead only to decay and are as compost for the continuing cycle of rebirth and forgetfulness.
Love and let go … the true will is to love and let go in light of love-bliss. Once this is known the way is simple if not easy. Almost immediately comes grace & blessing. The challenge is to abide in this through all trials until the angel of death repents. There is greater depth here to explore but if anyone claims a higher revelation I dare them speak their word of blasphemy.
To speak of love as a power rather than an affection is to know that it rests on a foundation of self love. At its most basic this is about the body - not our judgments about our bodily imperfections but about the feelings that are locked within the cells and strangle the life force.
As an exercise then, scan your body for feelings. Begin looking into the chest and the region of the heart. In the space of the organs of breath and the metronome of life's rhythm, are likely to be stored many pains of the psyche as emotional turmoil. Should you become aware of them, extend love to them as a parent would love a child.
From Plato to Freud a three fold division of mind has been described, yet mot useful is perhaps the Kahuna description of the unconscious as child, the rational conscious as the adult and then a super conscious essence as parent of all - the Self. I would place the self in the center of the circle of unconsciousness and the rational self as on the periphery. The path then to realization of the Self is then through the unconscious and this model reflects the kind of love I speak of above - love as for the child.
Just like our solar system is positioned on the outskirts of our galaxy far from its center, the adult self has a long way to go to know the parental Mother-Father Self. And the body-mind is as a microcosm of this universe. Its sense of separation from the energy field of all Life is from the knots of obscuring emotions, reduced ultimately to the feelings of fear and abandonment by the Parental (Mothering) Self. When you extend love to these tacit body feelings, you re-parent all the irrational children of the unconscious with conscious love. And clear away the debris of unconscious content which occludes the knowing of the Self. Long have I focused on cultivating positive emotion of joy even before its spiritual depth is understood. Its purpose is to gather strength of suficient psychic energy to enable one to address the issues of the unconscious which the body holds frozen in time and space. Release them and the spirit takes back its wings. Meaning: as you learn to release unconscious content, you rise above attachment-by- identity-with and discover there is only one thing left to do … let go even of the self.
The unconscious and its content IS our spiritual ignorance - not some misinformation or information's lack. There is inevitable pain in becoming thus conscious and my aim here is simply to make it more bearable to confront, that one might emerge into unreasoned Bliss of Self.
There are many means to escape this pain, lifetime after lifetime, including some spiritual practices so called. There is however only one way to erase it and that is to face it directly as it comes. For that I have offered simple tools I have found effective. And the above is but an application of such I have to recommend.
So then talk to your heart, find its fears and concern. And listen and respond, like women tell men, not to solve anything, simply to offer love and encouragement. Then will the child transform, growing in the direction of light, lightness and freedom.
One could say - and quite rightly according to the western metaphysical philosophers - that G-d is the hidden beauty within all things. One must find the beauty within - in even the dark corners of the body-mind - and then one may find the beauty without. Ones perception is dependent on the lens one looks through after all. It is the beauty which calls forth love. One could call this beauty the perception of potential perfection; the potential good and true which life ever aspires to become as if dreaming somehow it could. Look then and see the desire to become - which is the Divine Ardor imminent and inherent in all things.
All love has been said to be self love as we are all joined in the hub of the Self. But how to love oneself? To love ones body or personality indicates at best a high self esteem and at worst a uncomely narcissism. Both are ego based. Herein is described a process whereby one might love oneself as might the Divine and in a way that leads to the Self. One can not correctly love ones neighbor as ones self until one learns to love from the Self. Giving love to self and other is then a learning of the same art - crossing the ocean of tears in the boat of love-bliss.
© Arjay 2008, 2009
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