Wednesday, August 10, 2016
quotes from another blog ,on weapons and pharisees
http://zenyogagurdjieff.blogspot.de/2016/08/always-first-thing.html
..." Everyone wants to be the boss, don't they?
It's interesting how we want to stand on protocol. Christ's objections to the scribes and Pharisees were that they were just such people; they want to write things down, keep track of them, and have doctrinal arguments about them. We all run into a lot of this.
Yet this misses the point. The molecular sensation of Being, the feeling sensation of Being, is always the first thing that we ought to inhabit.
This permanent sensation of Being, which ought to be a vibrant, intimate, molecular and emotional foundation to our entire lives, is generally missing. Especially when we start using the intellect. Once that takes place, we grasp everything at hand and weaponize it; we forget compassion, and love, and all the other gentle things we ought to bring to one another, and we fashioned spears with pointy ends that we stick in one another.
Being always ought to come first. One doesn't need to have arguments if one inhabits Being in a proper way. If one starts there, it is possible to receive life in a way that's quite different.
We have the potential to deeply understand the ideas of Glory, Grace, and Mercy. Not to just understand them as concepts, but to live within the practical action of their force. This can be a remarkable thing; life begins here."
note:
well, i do not believe at all that one doesn't need to have arguments.
it depends rather on HOW one has arguments.
a silent nodding together will only create con-fusion.
and what is not said may not be perceived,
and what is said may be perceived very differently.
the author of the quoted blog teaches himself and others nearly day for day
in so many words. and i am quite confident he uses intellect
and argues easily and can get upset as anybody else.
being doesn't always come by itself,
understanding is a conscious act and not reached so easily, it has to do with
context and change, understanding and the understood changing all the time.
peace is a gift-when we have it, we should cherish it for the time being.
we are not in paradise nor will we be.
is to follow reason to be "adult"?
to be an adult means nothing else than to recognize that one stands alone
against the rest of the world, that one has to care for oneself and bear
what cannot be changed.
for being adult turning into maturity it also means to recognize
what can be changed and do it as well as to recognize and
follow one's essence meaning to concentrate on what is essential
to one's life as seen from inside.
to be adult is not an achievement, it happens along the way of
suffering and holding out. To be an adult is not being better
than a child but to be thrown into existence crippled, to manage
social and work life without causing too many problems, to hide
emotions as learned or to deal with the consequences of not doing so,
to walk around with a mask or an unobtrusive behaviour. quite boring
if it is not play.
adult is result and exertion of control, a life in fear to fail.
it cuts the spirit of courage and curiosity.
to mature means to learn to look at oneself, to see the other, to open
and to receive and to learn to walk calmly and more softly with the
hurting child inside.
adults are to make decisions. these decisions are expected to follow reason
as seen fit by convention and concepts.
maturity leaves room for feeling, transformation and truthful communication
as well as for holding one's own space, it enables us for our decisions
to follow another pattern.
reason as in our culture leads to one greed replacing the other, possession,
domination, it is not true reason, it follows the illusion of a castle
in which we find safety from intrusion and from death itself.
it looks for a way out of being subject to violation.
maturity looks for space, can see decay and dying as a gate,
can deal with one's own and others imperfection and can find grace through
patience and mercy. mercy means forgiving imperfection and knowing nobody is perfect,
from there kindness and compassion come much more easily.
to be adult only means to be fairly closed, "finished", to be mature means to open and to concentrate
on essence and radiate mercy and kindness more and more. this cannot be reached by meditation
nor by intellectual activity alone. it can be reached through suffering and emotional
intelligence, the latter being totally underrated in our societies.
i do not deny myself being an adult with the ugly face of experience of social power
nor do i deny myself maturing and softening self in the face of dying.
maturity as i define here is not a religious concept, it is more a
description of possible beauty in life.
though, to see this, there must be a way inside first.
this may be called romantic, religious, whatsoever- no definition will make it seen.
we have to search and to feel.
in the end we will go, our imprint will live on in ways we cannot know, here.
our mind with its cogwheels turning will have gone, our person will be like nothing, but i imagine our éssence to be like a sound from an unknown instrument to be heard in the pauses between music.
and no, to follow reason does not appear so very much essential to me,
only with practical steps for mere survival.
i tried day for day and night for night to follow my crazy heart through all the facets
and faces of me and my life.
and i'd rather follow my craziness than reason alone.
against the rest of the world, that one has to care for oneself and bear
what cannot be changed.
for being adult turning into maturity it also means to recognize
what can be changed and do it as well as to recognize and
follow one's essence meaning to concentrate on what is essential
to one's life as seen from inside.
to be adult is not an achievement, it happens along the way of
suffering and holding out. To be an adult is not being better
than a child but to be thrown into existence crippled, to manage
social and work life without causing too many problems, to hide
emotions as learned or to deal with the consequences of not doing so,
to walk around with a mask or an unobtrusive behaviour. quite boring
if it is not play.
adult is result and exertion of control, a life in fear to fail.
it cuts the spirit of courage and curiosity.
to mature means to learn to look at oneself, to see the other, to open
and to receive and to learn to walk calmly and more softly with the
hurting child inside.
adults are to make decisions. these decisions are expected to follow reason
as seen fit by convention and concepts.
maturity leaves room for feeling, transformation and truthful communication
as well as for holding one's own space, it enables us for our decisions
to follow another pattern.
reason as in our culture leads to one greed replacing the other, possession,
domination, it is not true reason, it follows the illusion of a castle
in which we find safety from intrusion and from death itself.
it looks for a way out of being subject to violation.
maturity looks for space, can see decay and dying as a gate,
can deal with one's own and others imperfection and can find grace through
patience and mercy. mercy means forgiving imperfection and knowing nobody is perfect,
from there kindness and compassion come much more easily.
to be adult only means to be fairly closed, "finished", to be mature means to open and to concentrate
on essence and radiate mercy and kindness more and more. this cannot be reached by meditation
nor by intellectual activity alone. it can be reached through suffering and emotional
intelligence, the latter being totally underrated in our societies.
i do not deny myself being an adult with the ugly face of experience of social power
nor do i deny myself maturing and softening self in the face of dying.
maturity as i define here is not a religious concept, it is more a
description of possible beauty in life.
though, to see this, there must be a way inside first.
this may be called romantic, religious, whatsoever- no definition will make it seen.
we have to search and to feel.
in the end we will go, our imprint will live on in ways we cannot know, here.
our mind with its cogwheels turning will have gone, our person will be like nothing, but i imagine our éssence to be like a sound from an unknown instrument to be heard in the pauses between music.
and no, to follow reason does not appear so very much essential to me,
only with practical steps for mere survival.
i tried day for day and night for night to follow my crazy heart through all the facets
and faces of me and my life.
and i'd rather follow my craziness than reason alone.
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