Feeling Overwhelmed?

Now more than ever it is easy to feel so overwhelmed by life and its demands. We are bombarded, assailed and inundated. That utter terror of missing out is amplified by the advertisers; communications come at us at warp speed. We are near constantly at the beck and call of others, there are texts to be answered, deluge upon deluge of emails, ‘phone calls, social media and my pet hate, bloody surveys. We are under so much pressure and here is the weird bit, we think it normal. We must continually be ranked in some league table or other, if only in our minds.

I suspect that many have wanted to stop the world so that they can get off.

Maybe we go on holiday or retreat even, but we take our world with us. We do not piss off into the bush and leave it all behind. We may check our holiday villa for internet access…just to make sure that we don’t miss out while we are away having that much needed relaxing holiday. We are afraid that if we stop “dancing” we will fall off.

We may kid ourselves that a frantic, hectic life is the mark of a successful civilised social being. But it is fucking draining man. What little personal power we have seeps away and we are perennially tired, shagged out and more than a little grey. As a result, we are edgy and on edge. We are as tense as a tense thing on a particularly tension filled tense day. We tend to treat each other poorly and with little respect. There simply is no time. We rush and we hurry; we stress and we moan. Boy how we piss and moan about everything. If this is happiness, then we are as deluded as a highly delusional being on a bad acid trip.

Only when one has had enough drama, when one is filled to brim with it, do we ask the question:

“Surely there has to me more {or less} to life than this?”

Now we might be getting ready to actually stop the world rather than being wistful about it. And do you know what? When you do stop the world you don’t actually fall off!!

Having cued this up:

Have I ever asked the question; “surely there must be more to life than this?” or something closely related?

Purification or Balancing?

If one looks at the “spiritual” literature for long enough, one can see something of a gap, a hole even. There are lots of accounts of the benefits, the goals and the ideals. There are a few more cursory accounts of what the “bad stuff” is. By and large people are more attracted to and like to hear the nice stuff, what is less popular is the nitty-gritty of the work to be done and the struggle. It is as if the “how to” or difficulties encountered do not want to be seen. It is almost as if people want a sales pitch for the endeavour but not an instruction manual. This idea of “work to be done” somehow lessens the ardour for change. Maybe we are all after the “magic wand” that will lead to perfection and liberation?

What do you reckon is the above paragraph of a sound basis?

Unless we are prepared to look at the “dark-side” in each of us there cannot be balance. Unless we work at its reduction, it won’t go away. But I reckon this is where the approach of many fails, because they do not want to look at this nor work at it. Seems to me that it cannot be eradicated at the flick of a switch, rather it needs constant application. And to admit imperfection is not to everyone’s taste. Yet unless one is real about it, one cannot work at it or with it. No matter much we would like to think otherwise, we are not sugar and spice and all things nice. It is a fundamental aspect of reality to acknowledge our less glorious sides, only then can we work towards a balancing and a perfecting. {Note the present participle here.}

People do not want to work at their shortcomings nor even acknowledge that they might have any in the first place. In the world of spin, everything is dressed. I have adopted a “warts and all” approach in this blog so as to avoid the trap of overly dressing things and making them all shiny and thereby, unreal.

Having cued this up:

Do I not want to look at my own shortcomings and work with them?

Am I already an Angel or a Pratyekabuddha?

In an age of spin is “warts and all” not at all to my taste?

the rain will make you whole

Come and wash away the pain, step into the blessed rain
Cool the fire in your soul, the rain will make you whole
Come and wash away the pain, step into the blessed rain
Cool the fire in your soul, the rain will make you whole
Take me dancing naked in the rain
Feel it washing over me, oh oh

Why are we so afraid to be “naked”, how we are and not how we pretend to be?

Only when you drink from the river of silence….

On Death
Kahlil Gibran

You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.