Wisdom for Warriors…No pain, no growth….
These past two months have been months of intense interaction with a wide variety of people. All walks of life.
Where I find magic and where I am left speech-less is always surprising. The simplest are often the deepest and the most cultured the most shallow. Perhaps a scathing indictment of culture, civilization and education as a whole? I think so.
And as always, the most tangential things make me sit up and take notice.
I find more and more people are able to bear less and less physical pain. People create elaborate fences, both mental and physical to save themselves from pain. Some would say, logical, yes? Why would one want to be in pain, ever?
Well, because every life, begins with pain. Every passage from one womb to the next begins with pain.
The mother, spread un-believably wide by the head of her child, feels pain like no other. As a man, I can only imagine. That pain was designed by the great maker of all things, to push the woman into another stage of her maturity and bond her with her child in a way that only that experience, set up that way, would allow.
Today, with epidurals and vaginal slitting, is it any wonder we live in a dis-connected society, especially modern society? Mothers callously sending their children to be reared by a pre-school, play-school employee? Latch key kids while she works her 9-5? That disconnect, impossible on the scale we witness it today, is born (!!!) of this fear of pain.
But it goes much deeper than that for all of us. Our lives is a series of progressions from womb to womb. We are constantly living and dying, with every breath some say, progressing through ever greater trials so that we may emerge at last with some understanding. Each step on that ladder of understanding is under-pinned by a rite of passage. That rite is usually the rending, by inner force the womb whose limits we have outgrown.
How long do you think a chick pushes against the shell of it’ s egg, pushing pushing till the day it cracks? What does it take for a butterfly to emerge from it’ s cocoon?
And then, there is the fear of pain and to top that, the fear of fear.
Talk about a double lock on any possibility of growth.
Fearing fear, we wall ourselves into an ever deepening, false cocoon, it’s hardness in direct proportion to our own fear-full-ness.
Hard walls make soft people.
On top of that, we fill our lives with the white noise of distraction and light and other co-dependents…. just so that fear causing elements can be kept at bay.
Fear has only one source, the un-known. So we try to know everything about everything. Or allow white-coat lab-rats to know for us. Some deep-seated belief that if everything is known, there will be no fear again.
What a Sisyphean folly. The deeper we go, the deeper there is to go. The farther we peer, the farther we find out there is to peer.
Life, as I have come to understand it, is an un-escapable dance between opposing dualities.
Which brings the other sadness into the mix. If you do not know pain, you cannot know pleasure. Everything set-up in the same maddening duality we are faced with every-day, every moment. To fully know one, you have to fully know it’s opposite.
Osho said, if you love somebody too much, you have as great hate for them in you. The duality is constantly co-existant.
Embrace pain. Embrace fear. Embrace your-self.
Push outward so you may feel the limits of your current womb. Dive inwards to you may experience the darkness that lies with-in you. The tree of our lives has roots in dark, hidden places.
Who is watering your roots? Where are your roots?
On the journey to get those answers, you will encounter the opposite. All the opposites of your outward, controlled, caged personage.
As with-out, so with-in. The plunge inwards shatters the outer womb. funny how that works, eh?
Very important now. More than ever perhaps as this chaotic mechanistic world we in-habit readies to unleash a greater round of chaos upon us. We WILL be asked to release, bear pain, collectively as well as individually.
In this dawning of the aquarian age, we are all Syrians, we are all Iraqis, we are all those children being blown to bits by a predator for no reason but for being ( of a different colour, belief system…whatever).
We have lived for the better part of 2,160 years in the fish-mind, the age of Pisces. Dominated by spices….
Now it is time to be the water….
If you do not have that all-encompassing awareness, beware. You are locked into a narrow, ever narrowing womb of deceit and dis-traction. Of fear and worse, the fear of fear.
Dive, dive dive so you can fly.
Such is how it is. 🙂
Satori is gained in equal amounts of pain and pleasure.
In gain-filled pain and pain-edged pleasure…
To know a thing well, know it limits. Only when pushed beyond its tolerances will true nature be seen. Do not depend only on theory if your life is at stake.
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