This morning. Sitting on the front porch in the rising sun, I could feel the contraction surrounding the coming live talk. I accepted them but with curiosity. I am not the contractions…something wants to be born. I am the Unborn…and the contractions are the labor. Relax…breathe…allow…and then when the “Live Light” is pushed I just let it happen, and I feel the current of being flow, naturally, and the words comes, and they seem to be going somewhere on their own, so I witness the talk as I am giving the talk.
So the noticed contraction when accepted, is more like a coiled spring of energy ready to be released, but the release only comes if you don’t fall into the trap of identify with the contraction and trying to resist it, for in the resistance comes the paralysis of being seen and exposed, and your being then falls to the floor like a broken cup. Your fear of being exposed and without credentials comes true. So like the Buddha upon awakening when challenges by Mara the Mind, I just point to the earth of this “simple feeling of being.”
The fear of being seen, of not measuring up, of being exposed without control or protection is all the way we avoid the “simple feeling of our being.” Thought and thought’s story, language, symbols, TV and billboards, are all the grid of a symbolic reality, a secondary reality, an abstract reality, and our sense of self lives there like a minotaur in its labyrinth it calls the world. I have been afraid of being seen, which actually means afraid of existing. My whole spiritual evolution has been turning and facing, looking at, and accepting the Minotaur, or my hidden pain. So much energy of our being is trapped there, and each time we relax and turn our light towards it, the flower of our being blooms right there in the pot of pain. Meditate in the morning facing the Eastern Sun.