I was tuned on Xmas Eve. A piano tuner came to tune my uncle’s Yamaha Player Piano. This created by Christmas Metaphor. How to you tune your heart when your mind is tuned to the sub-cultures of society? Society is like Russian Nesting Dolls, tuning forks within tuning forks, and we are often if not in conflict with the different forks in our own mind.
We tune to our religion, but religion is out of tune with the greater society; we tune to our political party, but the party is out of tune with the greater society. Anything we tune our mind to is going to be out of tune with other sub-cultures. Each one has its own note; that is what makes it different. So society, if not the world, is like a piano each with its own note, and the whole piano is out of tune when each note tunes to a different cord.
I watched the Piano Tuner work. He tuned each note, tapping each key to his inner ear. What was that? What was that tuned to. I couldn’t hear it.
Carry out the metaphor here. Your Heart is tuned to the Absolute Cord, a metaphorical OM, if you will, or God’s silent Word. But the mind listens to the tuning fork of something in the world that it identifies with. The mind is then out of tune with the Heart.
Ah, here is the cause of our suffering. We know we are out of tune, but we blame not the sub-cultures we are tuned with—we believe we are in tune or righteous—but other pianos.
You see the trap here? What is it that our heart tunes with that the mind cannot hear? You may say Love or God, but these are just the words our particular piano plays (the piano of our own mind).
Everything must be tested against the tuning fork of the Heart. Is this true? What is the Truth here? I don’t know; my mind doesn’t know because it’s tuned to the world that is fragmented.
When you are in tune with life, the difference between and the world disappears. It is only when you are out of tune that you feel the rub. And, naturally, you want to get rid of the painful grating to the ear by getting the other in tune, as you believe it is the Other who is out of tune. When I believe I’m out of tune, we fall into self-loathing, blaming ourselves for the rub, cutting ourselves, crucifying ourselves instead of some other poor bloke.
In our out-of-tune society, we blame everything for the rub, and we blame ourselves. Someone has to be the blame for the pain of being out of tune. We are born with the promise, with the actual experience of being in tune with the world as the Mother. When are identity is transferred from our biological Mother to the Culture as Mother, it is then that we begin to feel the rub.