I wish everyone truly understood the Adam and Eve myth. It so precisely illustrates the origins of our civilization’s sickness — using the intellect to carve out artificial differences between virtually everything in the world — that I have to view it as a gift of some kind.
The temptation to “prove” things with language and logic (that’s the apple) is all but irresistable. By giving in to this, we engender imagined separation from the quantum field (nature, God, the Garden) and from each other. We even lose the ability to experience reality directly, relying instead on cerebral artifacts of thought that limit our perception.
If it’s any comfort, not everyone has taken this detour in human evolution that’s been going on for at several thousand years. If you search, you can find pointers to liberation. Right now I’d say the best sources are found in aboriginal cultures, the highest levels of quantum physics, and the tree growing outside your window.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: even the supposed “laws of physics” are no more valid than the idea that I’m “better” than anyone else. Something else underlies the clutter and chatter of our lives, and almost everything we call “important” from the last 2,000 years is wrong. There are no limits, period. I know this in my heart. I’ve always, always felt it.
The funny thing is, the magic potion, the catalyst for expansion, has always been here with us. When I was a kid and forced to go to Sunday school, one of the things that always struck me about the Gospel was that Jesus said we wouldn’t recognize him when he “returned.” Now, the last thing I am is Christian, but this is right on target: we don’t recognize the love. We don’t accept our assignment to be co-creators of the cosmos. We don’t believe that what each one of us does or thinks changes everybody else’s lives.
Yes, I’m 61 years old. I’m sitting here at a handmade desk on the side of a hill outside Taos, New Mexico under a flawless clear blue sky. I owe enough to Visa to pay for a nice new car. I don’t know where my next dollar’s coming from. I’m far from liberated or even pretty, though I have my health. I love my wife with a depth and wonder I’ve never known before. I watch my monkey mind both day and night, whenever I remember (which isn’t nearly often enough). I get choked up at nearly everything, and I’m not nearly done with having serious fun. In fact, I feel better than I ever have in my life.
Now, where do you suppose that came from?
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The spirit with in us all,we just need let go and feel it.
Thats where that came from.