The Baggage of a Meaningful Life
Last night I had a dream that I broke down and cried. Well, the woman in my dream broke down and cried. A young woman who seemed so self-sufficient and transient that nobody questioned her sanity, her ability to cope with anything.

Something was taken from her. She had 3 things and the long bag was stolen by an old friend who took off in the middle of the night with the help of an older man, a manager, an overseer, a go-to guy who everyone deferred to expecting him to be unbiased.

She found out and confronted him. "You don't understand!" she pleaded just before breaking down.

"It had bed sheets, a few clothes and the only things precious to me. Without them there's no reason for me to be here."

Those items or her connection to them made her life meaningful. In a way she was tied to mortal life through the things in her bag like a weight keeping her from completely flying or floating away.

It's a mystery that we survive at all without something tying us here.

"They were everything to me..." is a sentiment I hear in client conversations about money, about anger, about being right or guilty. And I hear it again in the request for rules and outcomes. Without these things people feel they have no reason to be here, as if these things give life its meaning.

I know how that feels, to have no reason to live, and yet Oneness offers no salve or rescue. Instead it recognises even this as already on purpose and part of the harmony that is. No exceptions.

New Age to Oneness

Even if you understand how something works, it's not as if you automatically know when to use it. A transition from New Age to Oneness can be like learning a new technology or a new culture, except for the rules.

Since there are no rules and no transition and no division between Oneness and anything else, you might as well compare football and choux pastry. Yes, they come from the same world and form part of the same conversation but as we know it (in separation) the ingredients, the means and experience of them are understood through division.

Division between taste and sight. Sport and food. Spectator and participant. Even divisions of time come into play whenever we wish to talk about what is, in terms of change (which presumes one state exists in some solid unchanging way that we can point to and say, "Look! It's not what it was a minute ago when we knew it was. Now it's becoming something else, something new that we will be able to identify in its natural state as distinct from other states once it settles down enough to take form."

Except nothing ever is or does, and we insist on making assumptions so that our pointing can be made clear in linear logic that relies on such things. 

Sigh...

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Scribed Thursday 18th September 2014