Sunday, March 05, 2006


Just discovered this from nemo49:
As I continue my practice of Incubation and Awareness Meditation, I am beginning to understand the old teachings that spawned the practices on a more subtle level; to understand that Reality is calling to us to be aware. The wind in the trees, the taste of sweet fruit, the pain of illness, or the scent of a flower...each is Reality asking you to pay attention. The expression of Fate is incomplete unless we become aware of that expression. We, as aware intelligent beings, are a necessary link in the creation and fruition of this Cosmos.

As long as we follow our impulses this way and that, and as long as we move about missing the stillness and oneness underlying the illusion of 'things', the circle of creation is incomplete. We must pay attention. With this knowledge, I see why it is an act of compassion to become aware. Mere mindfulness, though a positive thing, is based on selfishness. "I" meditate to become enlightened. The perennial teachings, like those Empedocles taught 2500 years ago, are based in selflessness. You become aware for the sake of Reality, not for yourself. To put it another way, you become aware so that Hadit may know his beloved Nuit.

What Fate wants you to do is to perceive creation and fulfill your role in it; to surrender to it and thus make it complete. So instead of letting the chain of creation push you forward - "I am tired of sitting, so now I am going to stretch and take a walk" - you turn around, and you see it. You see the unfolding weft and weave of the unfolding now, and you understand your strand, your "True Will", and complete it. You consciously join its momentum. Thus, you become an active agent of Fate, and you become this Agent by awareness. You complete the circuit as you were meant to.

At the PN Convention, Nick bought The art of conversation with the genius loci by Barry Patterson, which I started reading on the train on the way back. It is excellent - and similar in its viewpoint to the above. I recommend it highly.

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