Digging Karmic Holes

If you don’t believe in cause and effect, karma, click away now.

This post is related to “traps of our own making” which I covered earlier in the blog. A karmic hole is a dug when you keep on doing the same thing, even when you know it is dodgy. The more you realise the dodginess of it yet keep doing it, the deeper the hole becomes. In time the hole becomes so very deep that you can’t see out of it nor extract yourself therefrom. There is a stubborn insistence that gives energy to the spade. There can also be an arrogance of I or we know best.

The thing is that when you start digging into something it can turn out to be very different from what you first thought you might be digging into. What you imagined were only minor implications can be much bigger, vast even. Intrigued, one digs further and can quickly get out of one’s depth.

To use an example from today. Maybe a country starts to delve into and interfere with middle-eastern politics. It seems clever. But pretty soon one gets drawn into a heated, highly complex and volatile situation, from which there is no way out. This is a karmic hole and the consequences continue to mount. There is no extraction. Once you have gotten yourself deep into a mess, it clings like quicksand.

Karmic holes can be very deep indeed, they can also be very long lasting. Before one can begin to contemplate a way out, one must stop digging first.

Having cued this up:

Have I ever gotten myself into a karmic hole?

Am I in one now?

How long before I stop digging?

That Which We Justify

To discuss this topic, I am going to come out of heart and back into concrete mind.

I’ll start with a question first. Do you notice when you start justifying something to yourself?

In justification-space many things seem to be OK. We can justify all sorts of stuff to ourselves and thereby feel thoroughly justified. We might seek to invade another country to remove its leader, so we look around for some justification that will mean that the upcoming slaughter is fine. At the merest whiff of weapons of mass destruction, we have our standard, our flag, behind which we can unleash hell. This is perhaps an extreme example. But we can find justifications for a whole bunch of stuff, that is mean, dodgy, cowardly, shabby, vindictive, greedy, you name it. We kind of know that we did not ought to be doing it, so we hunt around for a plethora of justifications so that we can bury our conscience under them. And then we share our justifications with others to justify our actions. If it is a group effort we can sample the justifications of others and increase the overall justification count. We can talk ourselves into something and we can talk ourselves out of something. We may silence our conscience so that we can indulge in whatever it is. Maybe later we may regret, but for now we want to do something so bad, that we in our cleverness can find sufficient justifications. Under these the basic spirit, the motive behind actions lies buried. We then start to think that because of our justifications “it” is great idea, good, true and thoroughly justifiable. We can get all caught up in an idea, even if it isn’t so bright and then we must execute that idea.

I’ll interject another question. Do we suspect that by the time we are looking to justify we are already straying from the path of what might be termed righteousness?

This tendency to justify is a part of the common dream. We all do it. We have to explain what we did over Christmas and justify our choice of holiday destination, car, career, partner, dog and political affiliation. It is part and parcel.

Under the flag of justification some pretty nasty shit is done. Justification is the primary method of silencing the conscience, the heart.

Having cued this up:

Are justifications a good or a bad thing?

Have I ever justified something to myself that was shabby and off?

Justify your answers.

Every Epoch Has Its Battles.

And in this one, the battle is with concrete mind. Not a lot can be done against this pervasive thing. One can but hope that maybe the soft whispers of the heart erode those bastions.

Our world, gets ever more barren, under the relentless onslaught of “reason”. Before long it will be parched and dry, not a drop of water. The world will become strangled with bytes, suffocated by the python of all that stuff, squeezing. How it chokes and saps. How surreptitiously it beckons, and before long we are bled by it. We become a sheath, an empty thing, by all this thinking.

We are so clever and so very stupid.

The spirit dies, mortally wounded, by the lances of justification and explanation. Its blood seeps into the sand of our self-importance. We are so fucking clever that we have pierced it, run it through. And now its lies twitching in the sand, forsaken, forgotten and explained.

The battle of our current times, is that battle against our cleverness. One which we must first lose, because only then might we see how badly our cleverness has served us. In fact, it was always our master. And to serve such a master, is not so good. But we are clever, so we cannot possibly be a slave to our own cleverness. Discuss.

Thank God for that, I can sleep well tonight knowing I am secure in our wonderful cleverness.

Now that we humans, know it all, I can go to my pillow tonight without fear or doubt. We have it sussed and the world is just dandy, thereby.