Your home is your state of mind.
We come not from a world of solid structure, tangible law. Soul is, mind is, flow, imagination, dreamworld. Part of our manifest in this dreamworld, nightmare or paradise, is this earth life experience. Earth though, it turns out, is the paradise side of it. The nightmare is what we are making of it. Caught by the illusion of the great evil wizard -AI, religion, government, consumerism, money, you name it- we are forced to watch the rape of our mother earth, of ourselves, while we sit and laugh at jokes and play conscious living on Instagram. This illusion begins when we are taken away from our mothers, when our mothers themselves are lost in this illusion. Pushed onto orphanage, we make of life, our goal, the return to certainty. We believe it's love and we go on that quest of the eternal, romantic search for the one. That will be home, we sing in our hearts. The illusion walks in and delays and makes this, a romantic, platonic goal; utopia. It never comes, it never is here, we can die searching for it, we can lie ourselves that we are in it, or we can disguise it with something else. The real pleasure, the real certainty, is money, consumerism, that's what we work our asses for, that's what we deeply believe brings freedom, or love.
The illusion works marvelously, you fools. Not even money, is ever, fully here. Not enough of it, not with love, not with freedom, not with a healthy relationship, not with home. We are getting done by our attachment to certainty. What really is here, what really is going on, is a state of mind, a way that you are seeing what is happening to you. When we allow ourselves to be true warriors and detach from the fragility of attachment to the outcome, when we stop trying to control and start flowing, we are home.
Home is then being ourselves, and we are never there. It's prohibited, it's illegal, it's uneducated, it's taboo. As long as we try to fit in, get along, we are sacrificing our own mind, for the accepted mind. We are denying ourselves the right to perceive what's real so that we can perceive what is being perceived, which is stated to be what is real. We are so unfamiliar, due to the illusion, to the nature of the dreamworld, that we expend our energy in building descriptions, languages and systems that give an acceptable meaning to what is flowing, what is happening, or worse, we live consuming other's. That happening is a completely different happening when we don't constrain it to an acceptable description, when we allow ourselves to be the description, to describe the world from the uniqueness of our entire being. It's a lonely path coming back to yourself. But it's the only path back home.
Your home is your state of mind.
We come not from a world of solid structure, tangible law. Soul is, mind is, flow, imagination, dreamworld. Part of our manifest in this dreamworld, nightmare or paradise, is this earth life experience. Earth though, it turns out, is the paradise side of it. The nightmare is what we are making of it. Caught by the illusion of the great evil wizard -AI, religion, government, consumerism, money, you name it- we are forced to watch the rape of our mother earth, of ourselves, while we sit and laugh at jokes and play conscious living on Instagram. This illusion begins when we are taken away from our mothers, when our mothers themselves are lost in this illusion. Pushed onto orphanage, we make of life, our goal, the return to certainty. We believe it's love and we go on that quest of the eternal, romantic search for the one. That will be home, we sing in our hearts. The illusion walks in and delays and makes this, a romantic, platonic goal; utopia. It never comes, it never is here, we can die searching for it, we can lie ourselves that we are in it, or we can disguise it with something else. The real pleasure, the real certainty, is money, consumerism, that's what we work our asses for, that's what we deeply believe brings freedom, or love.
The illusion works marvelously, you fools. Not even money, is ever, fully here. Not enough of it, not with love, not with freedom, not with a healthy relationship, not with home. We are getting done by our attachment to certainty. What really is here, what really is going on, is a state of mind, a way that you are seeing what is happening to you. When we allow ourselves to be true warriors and detach from the fragility of attachment to the outcome, when we stop trying to control and start flowing, we are home.
Home is then being ourselves, and we are never there. It's prohibited, it's illegal, it's uneducated, it's taboo. As long as we try to fit in, get along, we are sacrificing our own mind, for the accepted mind. We are denying ourselves the right to perceive what's real so that we can perceive what is being perceived, which is stated to be what is real. We are so unfamiliar, due to the illusion, to the nature of the dreamworld, that we expend our energy in building descriptions, languages and systems that give an acceptable meaning to what is flowing, what is happening, or worse, we live consuming other's. That happening is a completely different happening when we don't constrain it to an acceptable description, when we allow ourselves to be the description, to describe the world from the uniqueness of our entire being. It's a lonely path coming back to yourself. But it's the only path back home.
