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Loosen the Chains

 

“The known is accidental, the unknown is the home of the real. To live in the known is bondage, to live in the unknown is liberation.”
— Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

 

In our human experience there is a limit to what we can know. Oh I’m not talking about peak or mystical experiences where the whole picture for brief instances lie open before us but the rest of our lives, the parts where we chop wood and carry water. Yet so many seem happy with these limits, they learn a brief bit and believe they know it all. They cement this with conviction, certainty and faith and use these weapons to take on all comers.
In any fight between what I know and what is possible to learn I will cede the battle always. I want to know more and to understand more and if that means sacrificing what I know now for something better than so be it. Have to at my convictions. Throttle my faith and stamp on my certainty. I will always thank you for it. If you can loosen my chains and expose me to the infinite of the unknown, you will have my eternal gratitude.
Blessings, G

 

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DescendingDescent by G A Rosenberg

 

Electric Skull MandalaElectric Skull Mandala by G A Rosenberg

 

Quote of the Day – October 3 2011

“When you have come to the edge of all the light you have
And step into the darkness of the unknown
Believe that one of the two will happen to you
Either you’ll find something solid to stand on
Or you’ll be taught how to fly!”
–Richard Bach

Off to Connecticut soon for the memorial service and to see family. Once more a farewell tho I feel in ways my mother’s presence closer than I have in years. Today I went to Shine, the tea restaurant and wellness place that I go to for Kambucha and yoga. The owner put her hand on my arm and said “You’re happy right” and I realized she was correct.
Mourning feels somewhat farcical when I realize that my mother now exists without the pain that has been part of her existence for the past 10 years. Unencumbered by the physical, she now embarks on whatever the next stage may be and knowing my mother, she travels first class (but then when it comes to spirit, don’t we all?)
Can I share this with my family? They showed so much fear in the hospital, of sickness and death and wish to mourn in the traditional Jewish way (the irony of it being called Shiva does not escape me, every culture shares connections) I honour their grief and the expression of it tho find elements of it uncomfortable, i guess lessons to be learned for all of us. Namaste

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The Stuff that Dreams Are Made of by G A Rosenberg