One cannot help but notice that happiness is not common.
We have good days and bad. Life goes on around us, the ebb and flow and constant shuffle of humanity walking, running, sleeping through this agreement we call reality. Unaware that what is around us is both there…and not. Buying into the illusion that we can forget what we are. We dance to the tune woven around us of intertwined fates-chords of other lives touching ours in the periphery and creating ripples we interpret as real things…having an effect on us only because we choose.
We watch “reality” TV. We eat food with no connection to the land. We work jobs with artificial meaning. We isolate ourselves in a dreamworld built of the things which are our masters. We base our relationships on what we see in the media, and hold ourselves and our loved ones accountable for maintaining an illusionary gestalt–a set of standards which never existed in the first place. We follow the lives of celebrities more closely than we follow our families.
It’s comfortable. It’s easier to think that when we look at something, we are seeing the actual thing itself, and forget that the truth of it is that all we can see is the light reflected from it. We have never actually seen anything. We allow the miracle of sound to be fed to us by whatever the pundits at the record labels want us to hear, and call it “good”. Magazines tell us what to look like, what to buy, what to think like. Politicians control us by offering themselves as targets of our displeasure…a distraction to keep us from seeing the truth of the human situation.
So what is the truth?
I think deep down inside, we all know the truth, but are unable to get out of its way. Can we step outside mysticism and religion and social norms for a minute? Can we join hands there for long enough to see clearly? Here we can see the most basic of things for the miracles that they are. Peel back the layers and look at the truth of your being. Look. The act of seeing itself means that you live in a world of light. Think about it. Everything you see is just reflected light being bounced into your eye…and when it hits the back of the eye, it’s upside down. Your optic nerve carries that signal to your brain as an electrical signal, where your brain interprets that nonsense signal into something it can relate to and flips it right-side-up. And they say ‘seeing is believing’? Your mind is creating an illusion that we take as reality.
Sound. Speech. Music. Language and poetry. It’s impossible to not realize that all of these work the same way. Vibrations in the air interact with a membrane in your ear, creating a signal, which your brain converts to something it can relate to. That in and of itself is amazing, but when you stop to consider speech, it becomes even more beautiful. A thought originates in your mind, traveling through your nervous system, becoming a set of instructions executed in precise patterns, all to vibrate the air around you. A low-energy signal traveling through the air to be caught in another’s nervous system, and interpreted. Think on that. Speech is a signal from one mind to another. What do we choose to say? What signals are you sending?
It is said that knowledge is power. I agree, but I feel we forget that it’s not always the huge ideas and massive discoveries that make up this power. It’s the small victories of denying the ripples of what we call reality, and realizing it on our own, with the small truths, the small discoveries, the tiny miracles which make up our very core existence. Attribute them to what you have to to get through the day. God. Physics. Whatever helps you remember that you are remarkable.
The truth? Right now I feel that in these moments in which we step outside ourselves, we are all luminous, beautiful, powerful. We are connected on so many levels. We understand each other without beating one another over the head with our ideas. In this field outside wrongdoing and rightdoing, we are children again, full of wonder and magic and the power of human potential. Anything is possible and–
You. Are. Beautiful.
Let no one tell you otherwise. Especially yourself.
So. Can we live here? Can we be here always? Can we leave it all behind, forget our stories? Maybe someday. We have our moments, and for now those have to be enough. They are rare for me, but I am here now, in this very second. I am standing before you with no image, no ego. In this moment in time, however fleeting, I am laughing like a child with my arms open to the world. It won’t last long. Come find me.