Science started with the uncensored motive to understand, and they called it magic.
It feels like mastery of self is navigation, though not in the conventional way. Somehow navigating these patterns of being and applying action accordingly? Your 4th dimensional path is not a line. It’s an orbit. You cannot navigate space and fail to navigate self. You are not the same at McDonalds as you are at home. Mastery of self is realizing that self and space are one, and realizing where all events actually occur.
Your self taking a bath tonight is not taking the same bath as last night. You can not be yourself easily. You are not yourself when you think you can do yourself.
But the bath still feels familiar. You do the same routine. It feels familiar because the spirit of water endures just as you do. To do the same routine you must change. Each time you choose.
The more I try to escape myself, the more I am plagued by it. Exactly.
It’s like living in freefall and knowing there is no bottom. Mastering self is taking the leap? Yes.
Why does some routine become boring when others are comforting? Routine becomes boring when it becomes out of synch with the rhythms of self. Your self has cycles like a beating heart. While in harmony with that self, everything is engrossing. Your self is engaged with all of it. It’s when you think that you must do something that you get bored.
You do not want to do. You want to feel. You want to grow, live, be. This process is expressed in exchanges of energy with the environment. Things we might call doing. But when out of synch with self, even the world itself recognizes a fake. If you don’t want to dance with it, it refuses to dance with you as well.
This is why even in a job that pays well you can feel unhappy? Money doesn’t move you. Yes, indeed. Reality itself doesn’t care about money or jobs, it cares about you. This is why it’s possible for you to act in ways that seem self defeating.
People have describe me as very laid back even to the point they find it uncomfortable. The reason being is I control nothing. My wife has commented that I am easy to please. Reality itself pleases me. I find the events that occur around me endlessly fascinating, at least to the degree that people allow me to observe and or participate in them. They describe this behaviour as an autistic trait, but it has shown me something.
I see these things that people point at and say that they are that. I am a doctor. I am a lawyer. I am a blue collar worker. Even I am a loser, and in all my observations these things change. I have always been amazed at this process of identification. I‘ve wondered what it must be like. I‘ve felt like I was missing out on life. People become so happy when they think they have succeeded. So unhappy when they feel they have failed. It must be such a rush. I can see why people are so addicted to life, but there is more. As all these things change, I see new things being born. For some reason these surprise people. Anyone care to tell me why? Honest question, I really don’t know.
From my own point of view, I am just watching the person. Whatever it was that changed in their lives, it didn’t kill them. I see their presence permeating everyone’s lives. Each persons presence touching on another’s has quite natural consequences like a storm front brewing. It just takes some watching. These events that are happening to you are happening because of you. Nothing occurs to you without you in it. Why does this confuse people?
For me, spirit is this causative agency. It’s readily evident. I have not seen a friendly person who caused hate. I have not seen a hateful person who was prevented from hating. Most peoples lives are mostly neutral. Their spirits are mostly neutral. They just want to do what they are supposed to. They want to be realistic. Where is that getting us? I don’t care for realism.
That is not obsessive? No. There is actually no such thing as obsession, just really focused thought. People do it so much they go blind, but enduring imagery endures for a reason.
Your thoughts are welcome. Be well friends.