The ball is just floating in the middle of the room, in front of Merry.
My God - how do you do that? Eve asks.
Believe it or not I'm doing no thing.
Well whenever I do nothing that doesn't happen - Eve replies. I never have balls floating in mid air.
Yes you do - you just haven't yet learnt to see it that way. Seeing is believing.
No it's not. That ball is physically floating right in front of me. I can see it. I can go over and pluck it out of the air.
Don't be so sure.
What do you mean?
Well - try and walk over and pluck it out of the air.
Eve walks over to where the ball is, but doesn't make it.
What are you doing? Why can't I move forward? Is this some kind of force field?
I guess you'd say that there's a fluctuation in space time.
Oh.
So you see, the ball isn't really up in the air.
No? How disappointing.
Why so?
Because it seemed so magical seeing it up in the air.
And you believe it's less so now?
Well, knowing the truth as you put it - I feel kind of let down.
Yes - that's natural.
Why so?
Because you're relying on things around you to hold you up. You're not living the magic, the story, the isness.
Oh.
And as soon as you start doing so - you discover the magic is not whether a ball is actually up in the air or not - because up or down are neither here nor there.
Then what?
The magic is something that has eluded you because you've been looking for it somewhere out there. There's never going to be more magic out there than you allow in here - inside yourself. You are HUGE. You are indescribable, in spite of all your attempts to do so.
To do what?
To describe yourself. We're all living as if the descriptions or definitions are what matter.
Well, we need to know what we're talking about.
Do we? We are creators. We are artistic. We are weaving a multi-dimensional tapestry of isness that knows no limits. Suddenly space and time come unstuck.
What do you mean? Your world starts collapsing around you - is that it?
I mean that this is a dance - we are dancing with space and time creating any thing whatsoever. We are weaving it and is, particle and wave - and we are neither, either, both.
Hum... not sure I follow.
Good. Stop following what I'm saying and start leading. This is your dance, your show. No one, I mean NO one can do it for you, no matter how wise or proficient they may seem.
So you're saying I have to separate space and time - like some kind of nuclear fission reaction. No Merry - I don't like the sound of that.
Me neither. You made it sound terrible. Actually I didn't mean that, but you're free to hear and interpret however you like.
So what did you mean?
No thing.
Well how am I to move forward if you won't give me a clue?
Not by clutching at straws. Not by wishing to pin your colours to a mast and declare "this is it".
Then how? I need something.
And I'm giving you a special kind of something - a something that cannot be clutched no matter how hard you try.
You're giving me nothing whatsoever.
Yes. No thing - but then - from the perspective of the light that you are - from the perspective of your soul or your higher self - you need no thing other than what you already have - what you already are. Instead of looking for more - stop a moment to digest what you already have: what you are, where you are, who you are...
More introspection. That's not getting me anywhere.
...by learning to dance with everything you've tried so hard to deny, to ignore, to eliminate from the equation.
What do you mean?
Not what. You've tried to deny the magical side of your existence. The pure energy. The isness 0=1 You've directed all your attention to things that are mostly dead and sterile. Things that tend to reduce and diminish you, rather than bring you into your power and light.
So tell me how to stop? How to break out? How?
However you like. It's incredibly simple but you're only going to do it when you start following your passion, following your delight. Not by suppression or repression, nor by brute force or determination. If that we're possible you'd be able to levitate by lifting up your ears with your hands.
So just start doing whatever I really enjoy? Is that what you're saying? - Eve sounds disappointed.
Go further than that. Set yourself a goal. Make it your mission to rediscover the lost land of your passion for life and living - the land of your wildest dreams. Dance with the devil, every time it says "this is madness", "this is impossible", "you cannot succeed", dance with it for you have to confront your fear, your doubts, your despair head on, and bring in the swirling power of life-creative force that some refer to as God - letting go of whatever straw you've been clutching at - for none will get you there - and none are needed. You are all you need to be and all you're ever going to be - world without end - amen. Now kindly give the ball back to me.
Only now does Eve perceive she's levitated the ball into the corner of the room behind her head - and for a second she doesn't know whether to be guilty, shocked, appalled or delighted. Merry steps in and pulls a series of faces mirroring Eve's - and she comes down on the side of laughter - real joyful laughter - for suddenly she realises this is child's play - there's nothing to it whatsoever. If she can levitate the ball as she knows she can, she can do any thing - which is precisely where her story starts, and yours.
My God - how do you do that? Eve asks.
Believe it or not I'm doing no thing.
Well whenever I do nothing that doesn't happen - Eve replies. I never have balls floating in mid air.
Yes you do - you just haven't yet learnt to see it that way. Seeing is believing.
No it's not. That ball is physically floating right in front of me. I can see it. I can go over and pluck it out of the air.
Don't be so sure.
What do you mean?
Well - try and walk over and pluck it out of the air.
Eve walks over to where the ball is, but doesn't make it.
What are you doing? Why can't I move forward? Is this some kind of force field?
I guess you'd say that there's a fluctuation in space time.
Oh.
So you see, the ball isn't really up in the air.
No? How disappointing.
Why so?
Because it seemed so magical seeing it up in the air.
And you believe it's less so now?
Well, knowing the truth as you put it - I feel kind of let down.
Yes - that's natural.
Why so?
Because you're relying on things around you to hold you up. You're not living the magic, the story, the isness.
Oh.
And as soon as you start doing so - you discover the magic is not whether a ball is actually up in the air or not - because up or down are neither here nor there.
Then what?
The magic is something that has eluded you because you've been looking for it somewhere out there. There's never going to be more magic out there than you allow in here - inside yourself. You are HUGE. You are indescribable, in spite of all your attempts to do so.
To do what?
To describe yourself. We're all living as if the descriptions or definitions are what matter.
Well, we need to know what we're talking about.
Do we? We are creators. We are artistic. We are weaving a multi-dimensional tapestry of isness that knows no limits. Suddenly space and time come unstuck.
What do you mean? Your world starts collapsing around you - is that it?
I mean that this is a dance - we are dancing with space and time creating any thing whatsoever. We are weaving it and is, particle and wave - and we are neither, either, both.
Hum... not sure I follow.
Good. Stop following what I'm saying and start leading. This is your dance, your show. No one, I mean NO one can do it for you, no matter how wise or proficient they may seem.
So you're saying I have to separate space and time - like some kind of nuclear fission reaction. No Merry - I don't like the sound of that.
Me neither. You made it sound terrible. Actually I didn't mean that, but you're free to hear and interpret however you like.
So what did you mean?
No thing.
Well how am I to move forward if you won't give me a clue?
Not by clutching at straws. Not by wishing to pin your colours to a mast and declare "this is it".
Then how? I need something.
And I'm giving you a special kind of something - a something that cannot be clutched no matter how hard you try.
You're giving me nothing whatsoever.
Yes. No thing - but then - from the perspective of the light that you are - from the perspective of your soul or your higher self - you need no thing other than what you already have - what you already are. Instead of looking for more - stop a moment to digest what you already have: what you are, where you are, who you are...
More introspection. That's not getting me anywhere.
...by learning to dance with everything you've tried so hard to deny, to ignore, to eliminate from the equation.
What do you mean?
Not what. You've tried to deny the magical side of your existence. The pure energy. The isness 0=1 You've directed all your attention to things that are mostly dead and sterile. Things that tend to reduce and diminish you, rather than bring you into your power and light.
So tell me how to stop? How to break out? How?
However you like. It's incredibly simple but you're only going to do it when you start following your passion, following your delight. Not by suppression or repression, nor by brute force or determination. If that we're possible you'd be able to levitate by lifting up your ears with your hands.
So just start doing whatever I really enjoy? Is that what you're saying? - Eve sounds disappointed.
Go further than that. Set yourself a goal. Make it your mission to rediscover the lost land of your passion for life and living - the land of your wildest dreams. Dance with the devil, every time it says "this is madness", "this is impossible", "you cannot succeed", dance with it for you have to confront your fear, your doubts, your despair head on, and bring in the swirling power of life-creative force that some refer to as God - letting go of whatever straw you've been clutching at - for none will get you there - and none are needed. You are all you need to be and all you're ever going to be - world without end - amen. Now kindly give the ball back to me.
Only now does Eve perceive she's levitated the ball into the corner of the room behind her head - and for a second she doesn't know whether to be guilty, shocked, appalled or delighted. Merry steps in and pulls a series of faces mirroring Eve's - and she comes down on the side of laughter - real joyful laughter - for suddenly she realises this is child's play - there's nothing to it whatsoever. If she can levitate the ball as she knows she can, she can do any thing - which is precisely where her story starts, and yours.
Here you are. I recognize you now. You and your world are seven-days-of-creation young.
ReplyDeleteNo, you are not young. Wishful thinking. When I turn to pure seeing, I see but mirages in the wilderness of your Dreamland. I opened your first book at random and read a page of it. I was close to tears. Look and behold, you had a heart. You had a heart – irritated, wounded, bright - and galaxies tripping off the tongue. Where are the promised galaxies now? I see but a gap between polarities, the eye of a needle and a train of camels squeezing through to look for water in a desert. You need water to push up flowers. Camellias. Camel lies.
ReplyDeleteWhere is your heart? Where – is – your – heart? I wish you had a heart attack. I wish your heart attacked your mind, flooded it to give your long-legged flies a stream to move upon. To throw shadows fringed with colours.
Die again. Dye it again. Sky blue, sky black, sky scarlet. You know the palette. You saw it once when you
Who do you think I am? I’m your youth coming back to tease you. Youth is always cruel. Hilda screaming ‘He’s got to the top! My builder! My master!’ – when Solness is dead.
Die once more, I beg you.