the hunter and the hunted

I've been asking myself if I have anything more to say here. Keep thinking I might and then nothing comes. However, lately, one understanding has been at the forefront of my mind, and I thought I'd share that with you.

I often have dreams in which I'm in a building or an apartment, and I discover some hidden rooms--lofts, additional bedrooms, extravagant decks with views of rushing water, beautiful attic spaces as big as barns that keep on leading, always leading, into more and more spaces. The dream expands as I go exploring. The new rooms blossom in the light of my dare-I-hope expectation and enthusiasm. There is an air of mystery and deep appreciation in these dreams. A sense of delight.

The spaces are sometimes unfinished or raw looking, messy, but full of potential--waiting for a creative hand.

If I had to give someone a definition of human life in this physical plane of existence, this is how I would describe it. Seemingly solid, and yet utterly influenced by focused expectation and anticipatory delight. The environment expands according to thought. It seems set in fact and it seems concretized but it is not. It is blooming and alive and it never stops moving and changing and offering.

Most importantly, it seems finite and is not. It seems self-evident and is not. It demands that the words "despite all appearances to the contrary" be imprinted on the inside of your eyeballs to remind you continually that this dream, this solid-seeming dream of life, is influenced by your focus and is awaiting your command.

And what is the key that opens this golden door to the ever-expanding sense of limitless life? It's the understanding that this now, this very now in which we sit and breathe and sweat and perhaps suffer. This very now is brilliant. There is nothing wrong with it. It is perfect as it is. Despite all appearances to the contrary. It is without a single flaw.

Comments

[Robert Strind]

Sometimes it feels like this moment of creation is just a moment before me, something I just cant reach. But while feeling the meaning behind the words that you write, I sense you being in the moment of creation, just like I am, all though I cannot perceive it. Its only when I look back that I realise what has happened.

[marian]

Hi Robert,
I used to walk in the world feeling that there was some kind of shield between me and it. It was out there, and I was "in here" and could not really feel or experience it. Is that what you mean?

If so, the most important thing to realize is that it is natural to feel the way you feel, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with it. Just that knowledge may help a bit.

The idea that you need to be experiencing something that you are not experiencing is the culprit here, paradoxically enough!

[Robert Strind]

I guess I mean that my perception of the moment of creation is based on my physical senses, and that is but a tiny bit of what happens. The physical reality seams to be more a result of something created before, so that when you realise what has happened you can't change it.
I guess being in the moment of creation is being able to perceive your own creative force in action and at the same time realize the physical changes it brings.

[marian]

Well--this reality system (life on planet earth) includes the experience of time. Time doesn't necessarily exist outside of this experience, but it's a quality we are stuck with here. Perhaps it's a kind of safeguard. So, yes, there is a seeming gap in time between your creative force and the physical manifestation.

[Tom Fanning]

I really like that you have less and less inclination to say anything here...Hehe:) My thanks for all of your writings.
Tom

[marian]

Ha! Hi Tom. :)