Earth Gapes, Hell Burns, Fiends Roar, Saints Pray.

I was speaking to a friend yesterday who insisted on the importance of intentional consciousness or directional ego, the label escapes me, but the concept was a little separate piece of yourself you keep holy and use to direct action to the good, or the true purpose, or the perfect actions of the realised, fulfilled self: oneness, claimed by separation. It's never enough, oneness, everything is not enough. (Wasn't "Everything is not Enough" a Bond movie?) In separation, there is always a figuring out, a method, a reason. What is is never enough. What is, is often described as "wrong thinking" or "bad karma" or "Koyaanisqatsi." We fret that we don't say what we mean, do what we think is right, and please people we don't respect. It seems very important to make the right choices, to shed the bad actions that are not in alignment with flowing being and absolute purpose. This seems the highest story of life; to be with the universal flow, to be true to oneself, and the core of beauty and truth sensed within. It's either oneness, or it isn't; and it is. The imperfect actions and sacrifice of what is required to fulfill one's ultimate purpose are simply what is; they are ways of being as beautiful and human as any life lived in universal harmony, or however you want to describe it. What often seems to happen, is that these things take care of themselves. It's not necessary to eke out, by hard graft and an enormous act of will, a healthy directional ego. Choices may seem to arise, yet they are made by no one; and a life story of pain and resistance is not any worse, or better, than a life attuned to universal energies. When no one is in the way, what seems to happen is often more efficient and attuned and mentally healthy; but it is difficult to let go, when what is let go of is what lets go. There is nothing to be done, there is nothing to decide; decisions arise, actions too. It is so simple, seeing life for what it is; it is everywhere, everything, everyone. It's a hard ask, in duality, to see that suffering is love. But there's nothing wrong with seeing or not seeing. Whatever is, is perfection, even the rejection of it.