To be rich? To be famous? To build a family? To live nothing other than the repetition of what has been done a million times before? To reach for the same goals that others have reached before us throughout all of history?
To be so convinced by all of the interpretations of life that have been the lifeblood of the unconscious ebb and flow of those that came before us? I challenge that. What you really desire is the unknown, what the true self really craves is a surprise.
We have become so convinced that we know where we are & what life is or is supposed to be, that most of humanity is actually dead despite being alive. Blindly reacting to every moment, living from a conviction that it feels like it knows where reality & life are heading.
Convinced that the little boxes of definition it has created are true, a tree is just a tree, a flower just a flower, an atom just an atom. That all of life & creation is complete & merely heading towards entropy if heading anywhere.
I claim that reality is not complete, it is in the process of still becoming real. For the most part the way we live, we ourselves are not even real yet, merely reacting to all that happens to us & reacting from the beliefs & interpretations we each have chosen as comforting.
Just like in a dream at night, no matter how ridiculous the setting & constellation of the dream we merely take it for granted & live reactively through the experience. Not questioning any of its oddities & glitches, never stopping mid dream to realize that it is actually a dream
So to do we live our life. We blindly accept the role to which we have been born & are unconsciously carried by that stream, living out what is expected from us, just reacting, never questioning the oddities & glitches. Just living out what seems comforting to us.
Noone has a clue what reality is, this here & now is the very edge of creation. We are in absolute unknown territory at all times, but our limited egoic sense of self would never admit that to itself. It wants to live as a reactive program pretending to know where & who it is.
It chases dreams, desires & illusions that it witnesses others chase & live by. This is precisely why we are living as slaves all of us, as victims, just wanting to live a normal life & to be left alone to have our way without interference. Yet life is a mystery.
Waiting for us to wake up into reality. Waiting for each of us to admit we have no clue where we are, where we are going or what anything is. Every atom is a universe unto itself, every being is sheer mystery. All of it a secret that is ineffable, including yourself.
Time to wake up. Here & Now. Join me at the edge of creation. The very substrate of reality is pure intelligence, it is waiting for each individual being to wake up from mere reactivity into pure awareness that does not flinch or go unconscious at any moment.
Why would you chose to sleep or be unconscious towards any moment, when you know that what you are witnessing in each split second is absolutely unknown, pure magic & absolute mystery?
Wake Up. You have no clue what this realm & reality is. Nor is it the point to figure it out. The point is to wake up into the willingness to be fully awake.
The setting is becoming nightmarish to catch our attention. To shake us awake. To let us know that we have been asleep. Humanity is being challenged to question what it has chosen to live for & by. The framework of desires & definitions we have taken for granted are falling apart
Humans are caterpillars that have never reached maturity. A species that has become convinced that all there is to life, is to forever live as a caterpillar, mindlessly resisting entering the conscious cocoon of dropping all knowns.
Having forgotten that it is capable of transforming into the equivalent of a butterfly. We have been sold caterpillar dreams & desires, we have been convinced there is no metamorphosis for human beings. Convinced that we merely are born, grow old & die.
Death is but life's way of intelligently liberating you from the stagnation of remaining unreal forever. Death is unavoidable as long as you chose to remain asleep. As long as you chose to remain a forever caterpillar.
But if you choose to die before you die, by letting all of the illusion of knowns die, then you might wake up to find yourself transformed into a real being, participating in the infinity of reality, immersed in the neverending story of life.
Participating as mystery in the mystery of life. Deathless, Immortal, Infinite Consciousness. Germinating the secret seed with which you were born. Daring to break through the shell of your illusions, daring to break the shell you call "me".
Written by Ravenking, Shahanshah Artin