When I meditate, I look at myself. I watch myself breathe, sit, listen. So who is the one breathing, sitting, listening? Who is the one watching all this? I realize that I am neither the doer nor the watcher. I am the one who contains both the watcher and the doer. I exist somewhere else in another place, in another home, of which all this is but a small part.
We are each so small and so large, so near and so far. No/thing contains us, and we contain all that is. We are right next to ourselves, yet an eternity away. We are bodies and DNA scrolls crossing space and time, conveying new stories as we compose poetry in energy, condensing and scattering, then reformulating ourselves in new patterns and structures, like a living kaleidoscope.
Truth is the core goal of seekers. Authenticity is its sibling.
A NEW DAY
© 2010, Dr. Laurence H. Kant
Essay for the Evolutionary Envisioning Circle of the Annual Great Mother Celebration, September, 2010
A new day emerges, as so many have in millennia past. Once, after we foraged and gathered, we became hunters. Once, after we hunted, we became farmers and shepherds. Once, after we lived in villages and small enclaves, we became city dwellers. Once, after priests and kings ruled, leaders came from the people. Once we did not know what was on the other side of the ocean; now we can not only travel there by boat or jet, but we can be virtually present on other continents when we’re secure at home half a world away. Once we thought that mass violence and genocide were normal; now we don’t. Once we did not even have a word for genocide; now we do.
Each time we move a few steps closer to the land of Eden, where, amidst friendship, dance, love-making, study, and work, we will dine again with God, the Source of All That Is. The sparks of fire that scattered at creation slowly come together to create a flame that lights our world in times of dissolution and chaos. We move from confusion toward knowledge, from fear toward courage, from despair toward hope, from separation toward unity, from pieces toward wholes.
What is wholeness? In Hebrew and Arabic, shalom/salaam connects to a Semitic root that means “whole” and “complete.” Some say “peace,” but that’s only part of the story. In its mystical sense, shalom/salaam really means interconnected oneness. It is that place where difference and oneness coexist, where each being finds its own unique purpose and self-expression as part of one planetary tableau, one eternal poem, one cosmic body, one collective consciousness, one Source.
During the shift, the ego (the I) recedes, and the authentic person emerges from its mother’s womb. The true self, the person You truly are, takes its place in the chariot palace, near the blazing wings of the multi-headed cherubim and the flashing heat of the serpentine seraphim. There it dines with other new-born true selves to seek wisdom in the new Temple of Knowledge and Love. Feminine and masculine energies, whose significance we assumed we understood, reveal unexpected meanings to thinking bodies and heart-filled minds. Days of pleasure and collective communing finally allow a slumbering species to shed its ego hide and put on a healing garment of shared awareness.
What will wholeness mean for evolving human culture? “Conformity” means a mass of individuals forming a collective mega ego (an I). Genuine “community” means a critical mass of individuals building a whole that transcends the individual egos and creates a collective Higher Self.
The events we see on our television sets and computer monitors—boiling, jittery delirium and tumult accompanied by earth’s eruptions, swirling storms, and disappearing ice—signal a shift from one age to the next. There will be many more such shifts in the future. But, for now, at this moment, our twenty-five-hundred-year sojourn at the inn of familiar habits, nations, and institutions has ended. Dying structures make way for new. Another day of travelling begins toward another inn on the road circling back and forward from and toward Eden. Here, in another time long, long ahead, we will be able to eat of both trees—of life and knowledge—but with experience enough to do so as humble partners of the Source, adult co-creators, sharing in the miraculous birthing of new worlds.
We humans are stones, apparently hard and unchangeable, but in reality slowly transforming, able to be molded and shaped, gradually breaking up into soil as we nourish the earth, the water, and the air.
Jacob used a stone as a pillow during sleep and set it up afterwards as a standing pillar to remind us that we are creatures of the earth, nourished by our mother, linked to heaven, going up and down a stone staircase, as we integrate female and male, above and below, inside and outside, earth and heaven.
Just as Jacob, we are here to immerse ourselves in life’s ups and downs: stones breaking up and reshaping themselves as we point our inner selves heavenward and earthward to remind us of our home straight ahead, with our authentic being, now expanded to include the ever shifting kaleidoscope of life made whole.
To return to your ancestors is to return home, to go back where you belong. Here we travel as little-big-egos careening against, and on top of, one another as we struggle to come in first and certify our separate identities. To go home from your trip is to return to the hive, carrying with you knowledge otherwise unobtainable.
Dreams are raw acts of creation, just as when the Source created the universe in the first six days of Genesis. Dreams show we are made in God’s image.
What do we carry with us when we depart this life? Our/selves. What is our self? No/thing. What is no/thing? Energy perpetually shifting, changing shape every instant. Where are we going? On another journey to another journey.
We think we know who we are based on the activities in which we normally engage, by our personalities, by our hobbies, by our socio-economic statuses, ethnicities, and religions, by the ways we hold and move our bodies, or by the personal and professional roles we acquire in our lives. But do we? Are these what ultimately define us? I’m sure that these contribute to our development as beings and to our self-understanding, but they comprise only part of a much larger framework and foundation. We often focus on the easier-to-identify elements, but we don’t notice what may be even more illuminating and revealing.
I found this moving. It’s certainly not what I expected, and it reminds me of the classical mystical experience: when you realize how small you are, how truly beautiful that is, and how you then can access the divine in ways you never thought possible. We could also refer to it as the withdrawal of the ego. To realize how interconnected we are, we must realize how small we are. Those who have this experience are blessed and privileged.
A life path can seemingly take us up to the top of the mountain looking down or down to the bottom of the mountain looking up. But our authentic selves are there in both places, waiting for our egos to set them free.
Something that is not yet can be–if you embody it.
The I resides in a body, but the authentic You resides everywhere.
We should think of the Source (God) not as an enormous entity, but as the tiniest particle in existence–that from which everything originates. That’s why we need to let go of our I, our ego. It’s just too big.
We are as small as a quark, as large as a universe.
Playing a role in life is a choice, but we can always set it aside and play another.
If we want others to see and acknowledge us, we must first see and acknowledge ourselves.
Who are we? Definable bodies? But human bodies are composed mostly of water and space. We are descendants of beings who lived in oceans, lakes, rivers, and streams. Our bodies are not solid, but fluid and open. Every day the cells in our bodies are born and die. Every seven years, we are composed of entirely new sets of cells. Why do we fix ourselves into an illusion of isolation and rigidity, as concrete form, frozen images, as if we are separate things? In fact, we are permeable, protean, one composed of many, continually transforming. Made in the image of God, we are no/thing, one through many, colored glass turning in a kaleidoscope, always in flux, movement in form.
Rather than working to breathe, let yourselves be breathed. Then you’re not an I, but a We.
Where should we feel most at home? Inside ourselves.
God has no image, and neither ultimately do we.
Our names and identities reveal and conceal who we are.
When you think you’re exhausted, inside you there are many deeper pools of energy from which to draw.
There is one main difference between me and the maple tree in my backyard. It is always who it is. Sometimes I forget that about myself.
Ex 13:19: Just as Moses carried the bones of Joseph out of Egypt, we all carry our ancestors with us wherever we go.
When we’re lost in the woods, we can use a compass or follow a stream. When we’re lost in our lives, we can use the intuition of our gut and heart through which our true self and the Source speak.
I am because you are.
We live each of our lives not only for ourselves but to teach others.
Who is Adam? An androgynous being created from the earth’s soil. We are all Adam, part of the earth.
We’re all angels in human clothing.
Who are you? Not this, not that.
What is a mistake? A decision to be something other than what we are–until the mistake leads us back to ourselves.
Gateways open when we open.
Dreams are stories that lead us deeper into ourselves.
To be a wanderer is to live authentically.
Where should we feel most at home? Inside ourselves.
Pure duration, eternity, infinity comes in those moments when time and the I melt away.
We all wear masks, but that’s not who we are. What do masks do? They help us to explore alternative realities.
When you are truly where you are, the past and the future no longer hold so much power.
The more deeply we feel, the more we fill the universe with our energy. We evaporate and are everywhere.
One key to authentic leadership is being open about your imperfections without belittling yourself.
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