Monday, 14 September 2009

Time Is Their Master, And, When They See Time, They'll Go Or Come.


Life, the appearance, or whatever we're calling it today, is often full of surprises. It has the most marvelous, unpredictable twists and turns. The "fruits of wisdom" often become available in life-stories of struggle, suffering and redemption. Life, just as it is presented, in its ultimate unpredictability, will often carry with it intrinsically the practices that bear the fruits of wisdom; self-questioning, clearing house, and accepting what is without needing to change it or run away from it, to name a few. "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,/Than are dreamt of in your philosophy." This phrase conveys the multifariousness, the infinite possibility of what is. Even a grounded common sense informs us that we often don't know what is "good" for us, or how any particular circumstance will turn out; anything might happen. And does. Including enlightenment, or whatever we're calling it today, "happening" for a devoted traditional practitioner, or WHAMMO! It hits out of the blue to someone who was never even a spiritual seeker.

The stories unfold on the crux of a twinkling of energy; all those thoughts and feelings that string the thing together - just firing neurons, neurons composed of atomic nothingness. I know there are children and bill collectors, bosses and boyfriends, crushing guilt and enormous responsibility, or great joy and fulfillment that make the story in time seem absolutely real. But even the poor, beleaguered, overworked mind can just about grasp "no time". All there ever is, is this ever present moment; and in that - this - what is present reality for every individual - there lies the key to the mystery. There lies the secret to man's immortality; the only thing that really exists is now, here. There is no beginning or end to this. Time is a mechanism by which oneness can enjoy, or merely be aware of itself; a means by which our senses and bodies have some voice and movement, a tool so that nothingness can be something, for the mere pleasure and pain of pure existence. If the mind is seemingly not engaged, as is what can happen in meditation, perhaps timelessness is more obvious. But such quieting of the mind is not necessary. There is nothing other than wholeness, completeness, oneness, here and now, "always". There is nothing to get "in the future". This is everything, right here, right now. Do nothing, and you are what you are, which is everything. Or do whatever seems like the next correct step, the next well-pondered decision. It doesn't matter. There are no mistakes. There is room for it all. There must be; it is.

18 comments:

Gorilla Bananas said...

Which explains why the great mystics don't need to eat. Their bellies are neither full nor empty, but perpetually satisfied in the moment. They don't need to relieve their bladders either, but a lot of them do it because it's fun.

No One In Particular said...

How about relieving the bladder whilst eating...the fun combinations never end! Nor begin.

I heard the rumour that Siddhartha Gautauma became the Buddha under that tree because he needed to pee...yet had promised himself he wouldn't move until he "awakened". Shining presence shone through, and he at last found a discreet bush, where the evrlasting Is-ness of peeing became just what it was!

Svante Odmark said...

Your writing is like a deconstruction of nothingness. Today I'd like to call it an art form. It makes the moon look brighter than it is - which of course is but one of the impossibilities made possible within the appearance of everything.

Is there something greater than art?

Gorilla Bananas said...

He realised that peeing in a bush was the Middle Way, between the extremes of filling your bladder to bursting point or drinking your own fresh piss.

No One In Particular said...

Hey Gorilla - I've got to say, snappy. Right on the ball, good references, you're a fantastic humourist.

But it got me thinking. ARE those the extremes? Oh dear, better not go down that neural pathway!

Svante - higher than art: this.

Also, I'm already married, but will you marry me? I could do with that kind of praise once in awhile! The mind is greedy. The ego likes a little validation. But, luckily, it just slips away.

Svante Odmark said...

Yes, the supposedly non-existing ego loves validation. And, by the way, of course I'll marry you! ;)

No One In Particular said...

Bigamy: duality in marriage.

msayers said...

Hey, you guys could come to the States and set up in Utah. Fit right in, you would.

No One In Particular said...

Oh, we couldn't do that, my husband's not a bigamist!

Lune said...

Bigamist? Does he like The Chippendales more to the point? They are from Utah aren't they?

No One In Particular said...

Oh my Lordy be. Surely the Chippendales are not from Utah!

My husband is remarkably tolerant, within limits. He also doesn't think much of this oneness malarchy. However, he is supportive of all my efforts, and in the story that seems to unfold blah blah blah, he's a joy to be a partner to. So now if he reads this (unlikely at best) he can't complain!

Lune said...

Utah? it was a wild guess. All things are possible.

How do I break the news to MY other half about the blog, the oneness, the book, etc etc ? He will think I am meeting another man in Paris...... ;) He will definitely want to sit over the other side of the cafe with dark glasses on.

Perhaps I could send him to UK with the kids and yours and mine can go and watch a football match together. Manchester United playing away in London perchance????
x

No One In Particular said...

My hubbie is strictly rugby all the way. Wasps v Leicester maybe?

blogwithoutaname said...

He would be up for that!!!

Beautiful painting btw.
x

Fernando Rozas said...

Hi Suzanne, I read your comments in UGC. (The pictures that appear in this blog are very good.)
It would be nice more comments from you.
Warm regards

Wellness Education Institute said...

love the post! LOVE the commentary!

you guys n' gals are fun as hell (errrrrrr...) Heaven (uhhhhhh...)

oh well, this comment was earthy when it began.

hugs,
lenny

Anonymous said...

I think you have a point about all this, when all's said and done, the here and now. Pretty much. Yup.

No One In Particular said...

Thanks for comments everybody, I'm in South Bend, IN celebrating my grandpa's 90th birthday! Or so it seems! New post very soon.