There Being Really No Purality, Duality is Untrue

“There being really no plurality, duality is untrue”

There really is only One. Every living and non-living thing is part of this One. There is no “Other”. Every thing arises out of the Centre of this One and subsides back into it.  Just likes waves rise and fall but are never separate from the sea. The Centre of the One has a physical location in the centre of every living being. In the case of a human being, this is the centre of gravity. Just above the navel and in front of the spine. Locating it as an experience makes possible escape from physical existence and entry into our spiritual home and origin. In deep sleep, we subside into it quite naturally. But because we lose consciousness, we are unaware of it. Through meditation we can enter it knowingly. Once inside it we can verify all things for ourselves and gain understanding of ourselves.

NEW PROJECT: ETHICS

The basis of ethical behaviour is not to do to others what we do not want others to do to us. Since all is One, what you do to “another” you do to you.

WHAT MAKES YOU TICK?

COMMENT: Consider Old Grandfather.

Grandfather, What makes you tick?

GF  Tick. Tock

(You cannot shake him by the hand. His hands go round and round cutting eternity into ticks and tocks.)

Grandfather, What makes you tick?

GF  Tick. Tock

(Open his door. No one is to be seen hiding behind the long pendulum or crouching in the hood behind the face with its moving hands. There are two cylindrical lead weights, pulled by gravity. They move the escapement and pendulum. This enables the hands to tell the passing of time and the bell to sound on the hour.)

So does gravity make you tick, Grandfather?

GF  Tick Tock

(The weights move down until the karma which raised them up is exhausted and they stop.)

Is that what makes you tick, Grandfather?

GF  Silence.

(What force will raise them up again, creating the karma that will then unfold? There is nothing in the clock with all its metal parts, wood and ornamentation to provide a clue.)

What will make you tick, Grandfather?

GF  Silence.

Do but watch and wait. And listen. For the footstep in the hall. Wait and watch.  For the hand reaching out from outside the clock. The hand with the key. The key for the keyholes in the face. The karma-forming hand. Which winds up the weights on their chains. Which gently touches the pendulum. Which releases the escapement. Which moves the hands. Which....................

Grandfather, Who makes you tick? 

GF  Tick. Tock.

Whose hand?

NEW PROJECT: CENTRE!

MAKE A LIST OF YOUR VIRTUES!

COMMENT:

Virtues are wings.

Faults weight us down.

Look all around.

See what the darkening Tempest brings.

NEW PROJECT: TURN THE CLOCK BACK!

CONTINUE...

COMMENT: 

Faults are bad friends.  I have watched two seagulls chasing a kestrel away from the safety of the shore. Seeing this, others join the chase to hunt it down into the water and drown it. Faults are like that. They are not worth defending or justifying. They are false friends and will attract more like them, which will drag you down until they drown you.

NEW PROJECT: MAKE A LIST OF YOUR VIRTUES!  Purify them. Consolidate them. Find new ones. They are real friends which will journey with you until the end. The real End. The end of suffering.

WRITE A LIST OF YOUR FAULTS

METHOD: Make a list of your faults. Every time one occurs, put an "X" next to it. At the end of a day (week) you can see by the position and number of the "X"s, which are the most persistent faults. 

If you remove the feeling or emotion from them, they appear just as mistakes. A mistake is something that causes unwanted results: wrong directions taken; accidents, miscommunication, ill health to mind or body etc. Seeing them without emotion is objective seeing. It removes the resistance to overcoming them. 

The mind is like a computer (or more accurately a computer is like the mind). If you make a list and decide (program the mind) to do without them, you discover that every time you repeat a fault (or are about to do so) the mind will immediately remind you. If you respond positively to this reminder, the fault will disappear. If you delay, the reminder will disappear and you should note an extra fault "prevarication". 

Generally with this project, you get the eye for a fault and can continually unearth ones you have overlooked. This is especially true if you can drain the feeling/emotion out of them. It's a lot of fun (and of course profitable). 

CONTINUE...

KNOW THYSELF

COMMENT: 

Know Thyself is not the same as Be Yourself, until the rubbish has been cleared out. Nowadays it is fashionable to say, "Don't try to be perfect. Be comfortable with yourself as you are!"

The lazy and those who have given up welcome this as an excuse for their (mis)behaviour.

One might as well say, "Don't try to make your bedroom spotless. Be comfortable with the mess and rubbish as it is." Who made the mess? Who made you the imperfect being that you are?

Better advice would be, "Spot your faults. Don't ignore them. Don't defend them. Get rid of them."

NEW PROJECT: WRITE A LIST OF YOUR FAULTS. See how many you can cross out in a week. (And how many new ones you discover).

THE FOX KNOWS MANY THINGS. THE HEDGEHOG KNOWS ONE BIG THING.

COMMENT:

All the things the fox knows are outward-facing: hunting, sniffing, mapping, deceiving, avoiding, running. The biggest thing he knows is to run to his "earth" when he can no longer avoid his hunters.

He made his spurt for the Mourne End rocks.
The air blew rank with the taint of fox;
The yews gave way to a greener space
Of great stones strewn in a grassy place.
And there was his earth at the great grey shoulder,
Sunk in the ground, of a granite boulder.
A dry, deep burrow with a rocky roof,
Proof against crowbars, terrier-proof,
Life to the dying, rest for bones.

But, when he gets there,

The earth was stopped; it was filled with stones.

Then, for a moment, his courage failed,
His eyes looked up as his body quailed,
Then the coming of death, which all things dread,
Made him run for the wood ahead.

The fox's biggest thing is not big enough! The hedgehog's is bigger.

The hedgehog escapes away from the world. He rolls up into himself. Even the fox cannot follow him past his spikes.  But the leather-covered hands of man can reach him. Lift him. Drop him in boiling water and eat him.

The hedgehog's biggest thing is not big enough.

NEW PROJECT: KNOW THYSELF.

THE LONGER THE JOURNEY...

Certainly we may be carrying suitcases and bricks. But most of the baggage is in the lumber room of our minds; regrets and might-have-beens from the past; anticipations, worries and fears about the future; and the entanglements of our present lives; relationships, mortgages, bank balance, our decaying bodies. Like jugglers, we wrestle with what is already in flight:

The Juggler throws

 his batons at the sun.

The sky throws them back again

 like rain,

 each and every one.

 Surely by now he knows

 what it is he’s gaining?

 Come Mr. Juggler,     
       look at it from your point of view,     
       just how long has it been raining?

       On you?

yet cannot resist picking up more. His penance will continue until - Journey's End

         when all  batons

         lie still upon the ground

         and of the Juggler

         no residue is found.

NEW PROJECT: THE FOX KNOWS MANY THINGS. THE HEDGEHOG KNOWS ONE BIG THING.