Thursday, February 23, 2012

A massive dose of I don't care.

I do not give a shit.
In the middle of a rant or a right snit, it all breaks down and there is nothing to care about.
Bit disconcerting.
Er, didn't I used to be wildly passionate?
Endlessly energetic in the pursuit of truth, knowledge, and the right point of view?
When did all this become something I no longer cared about?

A friend (thank you, Alexander) gave me a new word this week:
MY-nification is the process of associating everything in the world with a central point called 'I'. It all belongs to a me. It's a point of view. Unique to a me.
Currently, nothing belongs to a me.
Although there are a couple of dogs and a nice man who seem to be around a lot of the time :-)
This is ridiculous.
Surely a rational, grown, and educated human can hold an opinion?
Be described by an adherence to morals, principles, and ideas?
Have a nice spiritual programme and grow a little teary describing it's benefits?
OK, guilty on the last bit. This not caring IS the benefit.

No one really notices that I don't care. They still get food and conversation and hugs and I show up for the social conventions dressed like a nice, rational, grown-up human.
They may not notice that my requirement that they care about what I care about, is no longer in effect.
They may never know how little it concerns me that they are how they are.
Caring is a very small word. I'm both indifferent to you and enchanted by you. Is there a word for that?

Much love.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Diego Stargazer: Guest blogger

I am a big fan of Diego's writing, but even more enamored of his clarity.
This is a recent post of his. I hope you enjoy.

The Day I Left For Good

standing attentively listening
a thousand eyes open to the suffering of the world;
but that’s not how I woke up.
Hundreds of hours of energy healing practices
extending the sense of touch
through chakras, organs and solid objects;
that’s not how I woke up.
Many thousands of mantras
the speech of the Buddhas
chanted diligently, dutifully, determined;
but that’s not how I woke up.
Fasting regularly to develop discipline
and self control
and good health
patience too;
but that’s not how I woke up.
Reading hundreds of books
by authors with unpronounceable names
who made everyday experience sound exotic;
that’s definitely not how I woke up.
Attending empowerments
rituals, services
and blessings
could not have had
less to do
with how I woke up.
Bowing three times
before pictures of holy people
burning incense
or ringing bells;
that really had no part in how I woke up.
There is just one thing
that had any part to play
in how I woke up:
I left.
I left here for good.
I never did wake up.
Waking up just got tired
of following the I around.
Enough of this farce !
Said the awakeawarenothing
That had never been anywhere else
What a frabjous day !
That memorable day
the day I left for good.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

And now, The Book!

Ilona and Elena, who started the kind, gentle, self-killing machine that is Liberation Unleashed, have put together a book of their work with people who saw through the illusion of a separate self.

Below is the link to a free download, professionally put together by talented volunteers. All work on this book was done over the internet by a free-form working collective of people in  many different countries, without a squawk of egoic "me".

If you EVER tried to get a project off the ground in the workplace, you will know why they call in facilitators and mediators and fixers. I was one of those fixers, so please understand, this is odd.

I always wanted a spirituality that worked when I got up off the cushion.
This is very portable. Enjoy!

In other news, life is good.
Lots of ideas and bits of protective story are falling off.
Including the ones about awakening and enlightenment.
Both oversold, and in reality, literally beyond expectation.
Without an idea to hold the world in a fixed place, this is a constant surprise.
It's like being a kid again :-)

Much love, Elizabeth