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Sunday, October 22, 2006

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You are not what you are


Most people are other people, Oscar Wild once remarked.
"Their thoughts are someone's else's opinion, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation"
As he so wryly observed, the vast majority of us are not who we've been until now are molded according to rules and values that are not our own. Most of humanity is stuck in someone else's
discarded chewing gum and has yet to break free.
Unless you have been brave enough to forsake this trap, here is your likely portrait;
Your religious convictions are those of your parents or community; your root for your hometown sports teams; your political allegiances conforms to the party system that society offers; you are an avid observer of the cultural pageantry; your holidays are the standard once, you look to your political leaders for guidance and protection; you feel driven to succeed- to make more money, to live a better life.
These are worthy and desirable choices that hold families and societies together. They make you who you are , you might argue. True, But only if you are content with admiring the wrapping and never looking inside the box. If you dare to look, you'd discover how these basic thoughts originate in a fundamental belief formed during the first years of your life : that survival depends on obeying the rules . The price for surrendering to consensus is steep.
It is nothing less than the loss of Individuality and Curiosity.
Without these two magnificent attributes ,you disengage from the grandness of the creation and implode into the holographic illusion Humans have come to call reality. You become one of People, thinking someone else's opinions and assuming they are your own.
Trapped in a daily drama the culture and the media feed us: mortages ,sporting enents, tsunami's, sex Offenders, AIDS, terrorism, global warming, corrupt governments, and economic inequities. . . All demanding our attention. The matrix plays us like an instrument.
A thirty-seconds news bite can push our buttons. We get hooked and railed , liberally lacing our collective guts with corrosive biochemicals unleash by our righteous indignation.This condition is virtually universal. It is also the underlying cause of the world as we know it.People cling so tightly to their personal and social identities and they are blinded to any thing that dose not validate them. The inevitalble product is the world of war, greed and competition, driven by paranoia and fear.
The way out is easier than anyone might imagine. However, very few summon the courage,for it requires them to leave the comfort of their known world and walk alone, unaided by the cruch of belief and dogma, into domain of pure consciousness. Most people would rather get caught up in the businesses of earning a living, raising a family, or helping their community than deal with it.
Yet it seems that all human are meant to take this epic journey of discovery at some point in their series of life on this planet. If you choose to walk this path, you will find yourself gaining a new perspective-that of consciousness, where the mind, with its judgments and emotions, ceases to dominate and the heart is your only reliable guide. The great issue of our daily life that once commanded your attention now seem wondrously arbitrary and irrelevant-simply interesting experiences that lasted too long and became unnecessarily weighty. You now see the illusion to what it is: a game board.
It is designed so aspects of oneness can experience duality, fear and separation. It is no more real than programmed matrix in a computer game. You and i are nearly units of awareness projected into the matrix, defining ourselves by the points through which we view and believing what we see to be reality.Who did the projecting? You. Who is projection?You. There is only you.

The only thing that needs to change is the point from which we view it.
Now all that is left is for you to summon the courage to begin the JOURNEY HOME.


(Times Of India)