Another Castaneda quote and a concept that I really resonate with:
A man of knowledge knows that his life will be over altogether too soon. He knows that he, as well as everybody else, is not going anywhere; he knows that nothing is more important than anything else. … Under these circumstances his only tie to his fellow men is his controlled folly. Thus a man of knowledge endeavors and sweats and puffs and, if one looks at him, he is just like any ordinary man, except that the folly of his life is under control. Nothing being more important than anything else, a man of knowledge chooses any act and acts it out as if it matters to him. His controlled folly makes him say that what he does matters and makes him act as if it did, and yet he knows that it doesn’t. So when he fulfills his acts, he retreats in peace and whether his acts were good or bad, or worked or didn’t, it is in no way part of his concern. — Carlos Castaneda
How many of those reading this feels like they practice this concept of controlled folly in their own lives?
Does anyone else feel like they’re getting their ass kicked by this particular full moon? While there doesn’t seem to be as much rancour as during the last one, there seems to be lots simmering below the surface for many, physical and emotional ailments exacerbated and just (for me anyway) a strong need to say fuck it. Tho March seems to bring out more of a desire for movement for me and the need to get things done. So perhaps the seeds, born of both gnosis and venom will materialize in interesting ways. Now that I am almost caught up with having all of my art on the blog I am trying to decide on a new direction and new look for it. I have been told that my art imparts gnosis and am wondering whether my words can as well. Onward to the beckoning becoming future. HDHM!
“As understanding deepens, the further removed it becomes from knowledge.” ― C.G. Jung
“Enlightenment is a destructive process. It has nothing to do with becoming better or being happier. Enlightenment is the crumbling away of untruth. It’s seeing through the facade of pretense. It’s the complete eradication of everything we imagined to be true.” -Adyashanti
I used to be a seeker after knowledge. More and more I seek understanding. That doesn’t mean that I will discard any knowledge I come across in my travels. In many ways it is the trade currency that will gain more understanding. In order to understand something deeply, old knowledge has to be cast off. This makes sense in a way, for what is knowledge but a snapshot of how a certain subject looked at a certain moment in time. Understanding feels more dynamic however.
I find I have a gut reaction towards the word normal. Normal? Normal? Normal would equate to what one experiences most of the time. Think about that for a moment. Who wants to experience the same thing most of the time? Even the best of everything when it becomes routine would cause most to find something less enjoyable to break that routine if nothing else. Anything when it becomes normal becomes something to get away from!
I seriously rebel against anything ever becoming routine. One of the worse things that can happen to a practitioner in my opinion is when their ritual practice becomes normal… when they can do rituals in their sleep… because then passion becomes lost and ritual without passion is empty.. That is just one example of what I mean.
I believe that applies to every aspect of our life. As soon as we start sleepwalking through it.. it loses meaning… thus I will always rebel against the normal