Excitement Arises.

It never ceases to amaze, listening to people going on about their lives, what's wrong and the solutions they have concocted. It seems faintly absurd and very sweet, how very seriously it is all taken. It's not just the trials of growing older or the frustration of seeing a child go "off the rails" or fretting about the sustainability of population growth. If life is a parable of a greater possibility, most people don't see it. Or they organise it within an inch of its life and call it God and give it rules. There are no rules, there is especially no great tapestry that can be seen wherein everything falls into place, the answers to the problems are clear, and what the "real" problems are become clearer. What is missed is there's nothing wrong. What is overlooked is that there are no separate entities with will and volition, that we are, to use a favoured analogy, just projections on a screen. In the middle of "It's A Wonderful Life," Jimmy Stewart never hires a hit man (Bert or Ernie?) to pop off old man Potter and thus rid his family and the town of a great deal of suffering. It unfolds just as it always does. The images of light have feelings and challenges, they do this and that, but they have no choice about what they do. They are the light, made into interesting images. And so are all of us. We are that light. No matter what brand of abuse or saintly behaviour unfolds on the screen, it is all light.

The freedom of this is so immense as to be incommunicable. Relief rises in awareness, that's for sure! But that doesn't mean it's somehow wrong to fret or take action to change things for the better. It's neither right or wrong, as is everything. If those thoughts come up, and the strong feelings accompany, and their subsequent "appropriate" actions occur, that's all just fine, and it didn't come from "you" or "me". Thoughts are a gift, they don't originate from any dream person; they are. Life is not a prison, without putting "me" on top of it. It is boundless.