Hola mi gente…
Some heavy shit sits on the horizon… More shall be revealed later in the week.
Some heavy shit sits on the horizon… More shall be revealed later in the week.
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I'm going to make a seawall
with my small happiness...
I don't want the sea to know
that pains go through my breast.
with my small happiness...
I don't want the sea to know
that pains go through my breast.
-- Julia de Burgos
Let me begin with the following advice,
and keep in mind I almost never offer advice, for I find it disabling and
condescending. But let me offer this if just this once:
Don’t allow life to
harden your heart.
Perhaps you have been hurt many times.
I also know that you may despair of ever finding someone who will love and
understand you. I’ve been there, I know what that feels like.
And sometimes your broken heart
surrenders to anxiety, anger, resentment, and blame. And yes, I know there are
sick people out there, Hungry Ghosts, who in their mad grab for an emotional
fix will do or say anything. Theirs is a painful hell.
But if you look under your hard-won
armor, you will find a softness, a living vulnerability. Cultivate it because that is where your true strength lies.
My sad heart teaches me compassion. So,
in a very real way, those who have hurt me taught me to love. In fact, I have
come to the realization that no one can truly hurt me, whoever I am. Yes, if I
allow it, there are people who can hurt my self-concept and make me doubt my
self-esteem, but that’s small. In truth, the divine spark of which I am made --
of which we are all made of -- can never be hurt. My Higher Self encompasses
and embraces their madness. The throbbing of my heart is a profound blessing
that I can turn into a tool for living my life as an offering. And let’s get
real: the only true prayer is to live our life as an offering of our deepest
gifts.
Your ego is a thought borne of fear.
You see, my dear reader, it goes this way: you are an unstable collection of
coincidences held together by a desperate and irrational clinging. There is no
center -- no center at all. Everything depends on everything else, your body
depends on the ecology, your thoughts depend on whatever conditioned debris
floats in from the media, your emotions are mostly from the reptilian end of
your DNA. Your intellect is a chemical computer that can’t add up a zillionth
as fast as a pocket calculator. Even your best side is a superficial piece of
social conditioning that will fall apart as soon as your significant other
abandons you and leaves with the money in the bank account, or the economy fails and you get the
sack, or they give you the news about your brain tumor. To name this
combination of self-pity, vanity, and despair self is not only the height of conceit, it is also proof that we’re
a deluded species.
The ego is merely a belief system we
create to shield ourselves from the pain and hurt of life. It is but a figment
of your mind. It is such a small part, that if you would reflect upon the
larger whole, it would resemble the smallest sunbeam of a vast Sun, or an
almost imperceptible ripple that calls itself The Ocean.
It’s our seawall and we can no sooner
hide our pain from the ocean as cover the sky with our hand.
Don’t accept this little, defended,
fenced-off aspect as the totality who you are. In fact, the sun and the ocean are nothing
compared to your true Higher Self.
The sad thing is that you believe that
without the ego all would be lost, while in reality without all this clinging all would be Love.
My name is Eddie and I’m in recovery
from civilization…
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