POSSIBILITIES!
How many
possibilities are in a moment of time? Unlimited? If so, what are we
worried for? We do not even accept a possibility. We are doers,
planners and doers. We strive. Every striven boy must at some time
fail. If it does not kill the boy to fail, we say, Get up, strive
some more! Strive on! Show us what you are made of, Boy! You can do
it! Heroes and cheerleaders. Is that how we live? For myself I admit
that from the time I was introduced to it, I looked for ways to cheat
it. That life failed to draw me. The cheating made me feel
guilty more and more. And, after awhile, I learned it was fraudulent.
I was the fool. I was still striving the same as everybody else I
just took more circuitous routes to get to the target. I was stuck.
And I hated it.
I was lucky to find
a teacher who recognized my predicament and knew he could show me
where I was stuck. He asked me, How many possibilities are in a
moment of time? Unlimited? If so, what are you worried for? If you
could tap into the wonder of infinite ways to go and allow yourself
to be carried as on a wind would you? He told me of a fountain.
Showed it to me. It is inside me. He suggested I drop my myriad
concerns and be filled by the fountain. As a way of life daily. He
recommends I spend a minimum of one hour everyday playing in the
fountain. Splashing. Giddy as a kid.
By doing this I
learned what makes us strivers. Planners and doers. It is lack of
faith in ourselves. Faith is intuitive knowledge. It is the fountain
I mentioned, the one inside. Where it is fun to learn. To learn of
the excitement of being. WE ARE GODS. I am not the first to tell
this.
Athletes know of a
real experience whereby they have become unbeatable for a period of
time. A basketball player suddenly cannot miss the basket, for
example. It happens in every sport. The zone. And it is certainly
real.
Think of a thirsty
man alone in a vast desert who will die if he does not find water.
Once in a while such a person feels directed and follows the
direction and finds water he needs to live. Maybe he is religious.
He is certainly grateful. He gives thanks. Does it occur to the man
to wonder whether the force that saved him can do other wonders for
him? No. He returns right away to the world which created his
distress and lives on as a planner and doer telling the story for
money and career contacts in the striving game.
What do the athletes
do with the information they receive which shows them a zone where
they are unbeatable? They sell it for money in the game of striving
for your living. And, know what? They feel lucky to be doing that.
Others envy them. Does it occur to the athlete to wonder whether the
force that made him a super star in basketball can do other wonders
for him? No. Instead, he turns back to the marketplace of competition
and striving and makes a deal to endorse products in advertising to
influence impressionable children to scream their lungs out for their
parents to go shopping! Where do they shop? In the marketplace of
striving. How do they afford the products their kids cry for?
Strive! Strive! Strive! And it never stops. Do you doubt the
connection between all this demanding and striving to the mental
breakdowns so common in society? And do you doubt how dear the cost
of those mental pressures? Of course not. You feel them.
If you could tap
into the wonder of infinite ways to go and allow yourself to be
carried as on a wind would you?
