Before...
It feels strange to live in a society where everyone tries to look sane, while worrying about troubles that actually never happened.
Being still is so rare, that when people meet and it becomes silent for a moment: it's uncomfortable. Then they try to break the silence with bullshit.
People prefer being stressed, frustrated or complaining than embracing silence.
And it's understandable-because since we are little our mind is constantly stimulated to work and the moment you relax, it gets into panic.
It's like somehow we have the believe that we are a maschine: a vehicle (body) who needs programmation (thought) and who has to function (conditioning) in a society (‚to survive‘).
So I have to hold on to my memories, hold concepts and definitions tight and fill my brain with information and plans in order to ‚exist‘.
And the moment I hear:" just let go of all the effort for a while'' - the alarm goes on: it's uncomfortable,
because we have to let go of the believes and attachments.
‚Without effort there is no success, without succes I don‘t know, without knowing I can not live‘ is the message we get, but who says that?
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Machine: "IF I DON'T THINK, I CAN NOT FUNCTION AND I DISAPPEAR."
Isn’t it strange that somehow everyone feels that our most natural moments are when we are relaxed, but that we have FEAR to RELAX?!
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Maybe that's why lots of people can only relax to some extent when their mind is distracted.
Nothing is wrong with doing the things we do. But as long as there is a DOER, as long as you fear to disapear, as long as there is fear to relax -the maschine is still running under tension.
It’s running because of the illusion of control (that it knows how to be completely alive, to exist and to be sane.)
Living in the moment, feeling the flow of life is bathing in the Not-Knowing. Here the machine does not survive -you may hear it screaming, you may sense the alarm- and you have no idea of what is coming or who you are, so you just let go of control.
Why not just relax the body-mind and stop making it seperate parts? Why not just allowing what is without jumping back into ‚comfort‘ and ideas of ‚sanity‘? How do you know through what eyes you are looking?
Why not take the courage to relax?
After...
M.T
