MODE of Cosmic Therapy Esoteric Psychology: Facing the Perplexing Confusion Surrounding Death
Confusion is the doorway to enlightenment! When we are confused, we are in the best state of the moment for the moment we are in. No other moment could serve the perplexing premise of our unsettled position more succinctly than being completely, utterly, hopelessly confused.
Confusion brings with the opposite state: clarity. But not too soon or too quickly, for confusion must have adequate time to simmer before offering its ripe luscious fruit in lucidity.
Though bewilderment does nothing to exalt the ego, confusion adds the magical moment of inexplicable uncertainty which when entered into properly can be life-altering. Nothing short of redemptive value is attached to allowing confusion to settle in for a 'spell.'
And rightly so, a 'spell' to be certain, for confusion hails a time in passing that most often times is unappreciated, undervalued and ignored.
When confusion shows up at our doorstep, depending upon how close we are to the problem, situation, person, place or thing, we may have no clue as to what to do. That is wonderful! That split second is where/when/how the true edifying joy comes into play.
Furthermore, when the emotions are on 'ready, set, explode', the ripeness of the hour has not yet arrived but will unfold in the most surprising manner to behold. The more resolute we are to drive the situation in a certain way, the more confused we will become.
Confusion always elicits an emotional excess train of fear cargo one is carrying. The overload is dangerously hazardous and in need of sorting out the "wheat from the chaff." In other words, there is simply too much on our overstuffed plates, while the catering service orders did not call for another round, they are trying to offer left over excess from the day before as if it was ordered. We spend precious time, money, energy, effort and intelligence trying to sort the misunderstanding out to no avail.
"You ordered it; we deliver," is the callously disinterested reply.
If we continue trying to make our point, prove we are right, settle the matter in a calm and rational way, or get mad and turn the tables over, the result will be the same. The uninvited food will be dumped onto our plates due to no fault of the outside company.
So what to do? Back off: keep our mouths shut! Be still in the midst of the whirlwind of confusion and unsettled episode. For now is not the time or occasion to 'show our back ends.' Somewhere along the line, a hallowed miscommunication occurred, the identifiable culprit will not be transported to take responsibility and fix the mess. The 'mess' is the soil for our toil. We must in the very midst of our dilemma, stand still.
IF we are determined to 'make things' right, be vindicated, make the other person admit he's wrong, then nothing will result but more confusion and mal-aligned intent.
The point is: Sometime along the winding road of our mouthy inconsequential idle words of seemingly unimportant conversations, we caused the matter to be as it is. "NO." I hear us respond defensively. "I did no wrong. It was not me." Yet, the misappropriated confusion stares us in our face.
We cannot deny that the horse blanket itches. There is nothing to do but to wrap it around us, anyway.
So, where is the connection? Why on earth would accepting a matter that is so totally wrong be the beneficial thing to do? Because confusion is the doorway to enlightenment!
And, if we try to smooth out the difficulty in our behalf we will not receive the divine explanation intended by and for our soul's teaching experience but merely accept a superficial mocking false brand of injurious toothpaste offered by a toothless man.
In other words, we have an opportunity to see beneath the surface to the unconscious diamonds, emeralds and sapphires of wealth in simplicity if we don't try to intervene, interfere and interrupt the sanctified occasion.
A marvelous break-through is at hand. Though the circumstances may not in any way seem connected, believe me they are. The fouled up situations are so connected to what's really going on with us at a subconscious level of discontent (that we are unable to access) the complicated scenario points to a ridiculous outcome but one that is quite favored and liberating.
The trouble is, most often times, we will not be still, shut our mouths, turn the other cheek, and smile in affirmation while agreeing with our adversary. That unfortunate resistant unwavering stubborn ego-filled sentiment sprays a bucket load of maggots that need disposing.
IF we allow the vision, the space, the gap in the unexpected confusion to bear its sacred gifts, we can entertain a different attitude. Possibly an elevated one, that will eliminate so much 'push the rope' flavor in our natures.
We may just see that we don't carry the world on our shoulders and the world will keep spinning IF we are removed from the picture. Some of that high and mighty self-importance, self-intoxication, and self-aggrandizement may just drain away along with the "See? I told you so; I know more than you do", attitude.
When clarity finally arrives bringing with it a new vision of "everything is exactly as it supposed to be for reasons we can't see", how celebratory is the moment of auspicious victory!
We are able to laugh at our insistence in having to know every single thing that goes on. We won't need to pry, intrude, infiltrate and procure information we are not entitled simply because we want it. We may even 'let up' a little on the other, give some much needed space without our implying an understated but well intended "you're ignoring me, again" demeanor.
Our convictions are simple, really. To be where our feet are, doing what we love with no need to possess, access, or regress into the past. We have no need to project ourselves into the future for a better happier place, more money, and different mate.
Nor do we need to protect ourselves from impending doom. We are as happy as we can be right this minute. "It don't get 'NO" better than this!" If we can't get with the program now, no other program is forthcoming. That's clarity.
We are always dealing with out two very distinct natures. They are in constant battle of the wits. Senseless endless chatter jumping tracks depending on the mood and occasion. Our precious ruthless soul demands these types of illustrious displays in unforgettable moments of disparaging confusion. The joy comes from the exhilarating experience of not taking it seriously.
Yes. ( J.O.Y.) Jokes's on You!
Move along little doggie. Just think about it, really. How much can we do about anything? In comparison, to the fact that we have no idea of the exact moment when we will be snatched up in a burst of imponderable exiting gaseous mixture leaving the sand like composed body behind?
The certainty of death makes us quite small by assessment. Our lives are one big tent show; we are the ringmasters, trapeze artists, clowns, lion tamers and performing seals. No one cares if we don't. But, at the same time no one cares if we do. Did I mention we are the paying audience, as well?
So at the end of the Big Three Ring Circus show it's the sweet engaging indifference that releases us. The show is fun to watch, participate in, show off our talents, skills, gift of gab, even the applauses sounds nice.
As long as we know it's just a game; we wake up to the reality of our own bogus implications. We realize with full certainty, that from the moment we are born we are learning how to die. In the meantime, we simply show up for the next gig.
What town are we playing in this week?
Same circuit, different crowd.
Confusion is the doorway to enlightenment! When we are confused, we are in the best state of the moment for the moment we are in. No other moment could serve the perplexing premise of our unsettled position more succinctly than being completely, utterly, hopelessly confused.
Confusion brings with the opposite state: clarity. But not too soon or too quickly, for confusion must have adequate time to simmer before offering its ripe luscious fruit in lucidity.
Though bewilderment does nothing to exalt the ego, confusion adds the magical moment of inexplicable uncertainty which when entered into properly can be life-altering. Nothing short of redemptive value is attached to allowing confusion to settle in for a 'spell.'
And rightly so, a 'spell' to be certain, for confusion hails a time in passing that most often times is unappreciated, undervalued and ignored.
When confusion shows up at our doorstep, depending upon how close we are to the problem, situation, person, place or thing, we may have no clue as to what to do. That is wonderful! That split second is where/when/how the true edifying joy comes into play.
Furthermore, when the emotions are on 'ready, set, explode', the ripeness of the hour has not yet arrived but will unfold in the most surprising manner to behold. The more resolute we are to drive the situation in a certain way, the more confused we will become.
Confusion always elicits an emotional excess train of fear cargo one is carrying. The overload is dangerously hazardous and in need of sorting out the "wheat from the chaff." In other words, there is simply too much on our overstuffed plates, while the catering service orders did not call for another round, they are trying to offer left over excess from the day before as if it was ordered. We spend precious time, money, energy, effort and intelligence trying to sort the misunderstanding out to no avail.
"You ordered it; we deliver," is the callously disinterested reply.
If we continue trying to make our point, prove we are right, settle the matter in a calm and rational way, or get mad and turn the tables over, the result will be the same. The uninvited food will be dumped onto our plates due to no fault of the outside company.
So what to do? Back off: keep our mouths shut! Be still in the midst of the whirlwind of confusion and unsettled episode. For now is not the time or occasion to 'show our back ends.' Somewhere along the line, a hallowed miscommunication occurred, the identifiable culprit will not be transported to take responsibility and fix the mess. The 'mess' is the soil for our toil. We must in the very midst of our dilemma, stand still.
IF we are determined to 'make things' right, be vindicated, make the other person admit he's wrong, then nothing will result but more confusion and mal-aligned intent.
The point is: Sometime along the winding road of our mouthy inconsequential idle words of seemingly unimportant conversations, we caused the matter to be as it is. "NO." I hear us respond defensively. "I did no wrong. It was not me." Yet, the misappropriated confusion stares us in our face.
We cannot deny that the horse blanket itches. There is nothing to do but to wrap it around us, anyway.
So, where is the connection? Why on earth would accepting a matter that is so totally wrong be the beneficial thing to do? Because confusion is the doorway to enlightenment!
And, if we try to smooth out the difficulty in our behalf we will not receive the divine explanation intended by and for our soul's teaching experience but merely accept a superficial mocking false brand of injurious toothpaste offered by a toothless man.
In other words, we have an opportunity to see beneath the surface to the unconscious diamonds, emeralds and sapphires of wealth in simplicity if we don't try to intervene, interfere and interrupt the sanctified occasion.
A marvelous break-through is at hand. Though the circumstances may not in any way seem connected, believe me they are. The fouled up situations are so connected to what's really going on with us at a subconscious level of discontent (that we are unable to access) the complicated scenario points to a ridiculous outcome but one that is quite favored and liberating.
The trouble is, most often times, we will not be still, shut our mouths, turn the other cheek, and smile in affirmation while agreeing with our adversary. That unfortunate resistant unwavering stubborn ego-filled sentiment sprays a bucket load of maggots that need disposing.
IF we allow the vision, the space, the gap in the unexpected confusion to bear its sacred gifts, we can entertain a different attitude. Possibly an elevated one, that will eliminate so much 'push the rope' flavor in our natures.
We may just see that we don't carry the world on our shoulders and the world will keep spinning IF we are removed from the picture. Some of that high and mighty self-importance, self-intoxication, and self-aggrandizement may just drain away along with the "See? I told you so; I know more than you do", attitude.
When clarity finally arrives bringing with it a new vision of "everything is exactly as it supposed to be for reasons we can't see", how celebratory is the moment of auspicious victory!
We are able to laugh at our insistence in having to know every single thing that goes on. We won't need to pry, intrude, infiltrate and procure information we are not entitled simply because we want it. We may even 'let up' a little on the other, give some much needed space without our implying an understated but well intended "you're ignoring me, again" demeanor.
Our convictions are simple, really. To be where our feet are, doing what we love with no need to possess, access, or regress into the past. We have no need to project ourselves into the future for a better happier place, more money, and different mate.
Nor do we need to protect ourselves from impending doom. We are as happy as we can be right this minute. "It don't get 'NO" better than this!" If we can't get with the program now, no other program is forthcoming. That's clarity.
We are always dealing with out two very distinct natures. They are in constant battle of the wits. Senseless endless chatter jumping tracks depending on the mood and occasion. Our precious ruthless soul demands these types of illustrious displays in unforgettable moments of disparaging confusion. The joy comes from the exhilarating experience of not taking it seriously.
Yes. ( J.O.Y.) Jokes's on You!
Move along little doggie. Just think about it, really. How much can we do about anything? In comparison, to the fact that we have no idea of the exact moment when we will be snatched up in a burst of imponderable exiting gaseous mixture leaving the sand like composed body behind?
The certainty of death makes us quite small by assessment. Our lives are one big tent show; we are the ringmasters, trapeze artists, clowns, lion tamers and performing seals. No one cares if we don't. But, at the same time no one cares if we do. Did I mention we are the paying audience, as well?
So at the end of the Big Three Ring Circus show it's the sweet engaging indifference that releases us. The show is fun to watch, participate in, show off our talents, skills, gift of gab, even the applauses sounds nice.
As long as we know it's just a game; we wake up to the reality of our own bogus implications. We realize with full certainty, that from the moment we are born we are learning how to die. In the meantime, we simply show up for the next gig.
What town are we playing in this week?
Same circuit, different crowd.
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