Post by Elle on Aug 22, 2019 5:07:51 GMT -6
The distillation, in essence:
Imagine that Capital You wrote a great novel. Capital You wants to see that novel made into a movie, and to make it even more interesting, to in some way play the lead role (Who better to do it, right? Plus, there IS nobody else to do it). Capital You knows the whole story, because Capital You (C.Y.) wrote it.
But the experience of all the interesting stuff that happens in the novel would not be as interesting if the main character (lowercase you, or l.c.) knows how the whole novel plays out. There'd be no tension, no stress, which is key to an interesting story. For example, what if in The Matrix Neo knows beforehand that he will triumph and bust out of it? It just wouldn't work at all as a movie. Where would the motivation be? Who would watch it? Booor-ing.
So C.Y. sends l.c. to play the main role, and gives l.c. a royal case of amnesia, so that the story stays "interesting". Or you could alternatively say that l.c. never gets to see the whole script, just the page for that day's filming. l.c. only knows what has happened up to this point because he/she has read the script and acted it.
You might also call l.c. the Ego.
The Ego/l.c., can do nothing other than create illusion because l.c. is an actor.
The real "action", if you want to call it that, is with C.Y., the Author of the story.
That means that anything that happens in the story is not real. It's all there for dramatic effect, with the key word being DRAMA. What you see in the Media circus isn't real. Illnesses are not real. Healing is not real. Relationships are no more real than The Brady Bunch. Who are all these people? They are supporting actors and "extras" there to "flesh out" your storyline.
Dreams are not real (obviously). But neither is the meaning that you may attach to them in the light of that day's set scene.
Chakras are not real. The images you see in your mind when you close your eyes are not real. The voices you hear in your head are not real.
They are all part of the amnesiac actor who is playing "you", or l.c. If the script calls for it, l.c. the amnesiac actor will have chakras that go out of whack sometimes. If the script calls for it, l.c. the amnesiac actor will start coming down with a cold. If the script calls for it, l.c. the amnesiac actor will sprain an ankle playing tennis. If the script calls for it, l.c. the amnesiac actor will get a raise. Or get a new job. Or get a divorce. Or win the lottery. Or "beat cancer". Or whatever... Etcetera... Etcetera. Ad nauseam.
So all the distractions are exactly that -- distractions. From the ONE THING that you are here wanting to do. Which is RECOGNIZING that you are NOT THAT.
Burning Down the House
Ah, watch out, you might get what you're after
Cool babies, strange, but not a stranger
I'm an ordinary guy
Burning down the house
Hold tight, wait till the party's over
Hold tight, we're in for nasty weather
There has got to be a way
Burning down the house
Here's your ticket, pack your bags
Time for jumpin' overboard
The transportation is here
Close enough, but not too far
Maybe you know where you are
Fightin' fire with fire
Ah, all wet, yeah, you might need a raincoat
Shape down, dreams walking in broad daylight
Three hundred sixty-five degrees
Burning down the house, huh
Ah, it was once upon a place
Sometimes I listen to myself
Gonna come in first place
People on their way to work
And, baby, what did you expect
Gonna burst into flames