On freeing or ridding yourself of all the prisons that you make for yourself.
I walk down the road, and though I am somewhat free, I still shackle myself to so many prisons…prisons of the mind. I’m still attached to so many things. I gave up a lot so long ago at the bonfire. I truly only gave up their image, and in most instances, I gave up the “idea” of the thing represented by its manifestation. I gave up their outward shell. I gave up the paper that is a sign of the cares of our world. I burned all my bills, my passport, and my IDs. I gave up my harder things like keepsakes. The items that hold us to love lost and gained. I gave up the mementoes of accomplishment, status, and position. But, truly giving something up is not represented by burning the paper that is its signet, but actually breaking free of the prison of your mind.
What then is the key to breaking out of prison? When I began my quest to break free, I looked for a “key”. Some “thing” that would somehow unshackle me from the prison of my own construction…that which was and is only limited by my mind.
So how does one begin escaping the prisons of one’s mind? I don’t think it is as simple as, “Well, just let it go.” That presupposes that the paradigm remains, but the addiction relents. In fact, I’ve found the exact opposite, when you attempt to fight anything, that which you fight only gains strength. I’ve found that the paradigm itself must change.
If you really concentrate on the idea that when you are breaking the chains, or opening the door of your prison, it really is like breaking your belief system. You don’t put a key in a shackle, it is as if the shackle doesn’t even exist. It is allowing that which you deemed impossible before to actually not only is possible, but probable, and truth in actuality.
Can it be as simple as expecting a new result from an old equation. The famous quote of Einstein, “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.” But truly, my expectations define my moment. Quantum physics has been very clear on this, succinctly speaking, our existence and our perception of reality are determined by expectations; it is the science of possibilities.
Could it be really as true as Jesus’ statement, that if one “has faith” you can cast a mountain into the sea? The chain then is really our lack of belief that the mountain can be moved, and it reality it isn’t like breaking your belief system, it is developing a new one. It is allowing that which you deemed impossible before to actually not only is possible, but probable, and truth in actuality.
“History is the autobiography of a mad man.”
Can it be as simple as expecting a new result from an old equation. Is faith then really the act of convincing yourself that an alternate reality exists? The fetter then is really our lack of belief that the mountain can be moved, and YOU are the one who can and must move it. That is the very key to doing it. There never was a manacle; you only convinced yourself that there was.
If you believe, the key is what sets you free.
Could it really be this simple, and by extension this difficult? If you don’t believe, the door will never be opened, because the key will never be made manifest? But if you believe that the moving of the mountain is neither of importance or insignificant it is just an act? Can any of us do it like that?
The reason we were able to survive our adolescence of evolution and surpass the Neanderthals was because of our ability to empathize. It is our limbic brain that allows us to empathize with the plight of others. As children, we don’t know what rape, murder, or pedophilia are. Someone had to explain these things to us. As they explained them, we imagine ourselves as both the victim and the perpetrator. The converse is true as well. When we were children we asked what love was as well. We encounter daily that either uphold or condemn our fairy tales and our nightmares.
As has been said, if you have thought it…you’ve done it. As a culture we deem certain acts as reprehensible…because we have already done them in our mind! We went to a place in our mind where we saw it being done to us, or being done by us. In like stead, all the most loving, caring, and kind acts are us as well. We have imagined doing them to others, and having them done to us.
If we imagine it done to us, we see the pain, hurt, horror or the wonder, love, and joy of the acts. If done by us in our minds eye, we see the positives as well as the negatives. If in your mind you imagine yourself robbing a bank you realize that to be robbed is pain and hurt. But, in your minds eye you can see the justifiable positives. “Yes, so people got hurt, but I got a lot of money, and my suffering I think will be lessened.”
We can see, by way of our sympathetic mind, both the positives and negatives of a situation. When we encounter for the first time the concept of murder it is horrible. We can only imagine ourselves as the victim. It takes time to get to the emotional place of extreme anger where our rage is such that we can consider, however fleetingly, committing murder as the perpetrator for the first time. For the first time we felt mad enough to hurt someone.
All acts have positives and negatives. We find it within ourselves the reasons and the rationalization to hurt someone else. And one day we wake up finding ourselves doing something that we never thought that we would do. Either being the kind person defending the helpless, or being part of the angry mob on the rampage.
If we reflect we have to address the question, “Is this who I really am?”
In prison, one finds only yourself to blame. Because, guilty or not, we all find ourselves confronted with a person that we have become, a person that we never thought we would become. What person in prison ever imagines when they are six years old that they will be in prison as a murder, rapist, pedophile, extortionist, burglar, etc? How many of us have lain awake at night confronted with the truth of who we have become, and not happy with the results?
I thought I was someone who loved. I thought I was someone who cared, who was nice, who looked out for others…but I’ve become the other.
We are all prisoners of our minds. As prisoners we lament, “All I wanted was to love and be loved back. People didn’t respond the way that I wanted them to, so I forced the situation to make me feel loved.” This is why a child acts out in school. He wants to be praised. He wants to be loved. He wants to be told, “Billy you are a good boy.” However, when Billy doesn’t receive that love or affirmation, he acts out in order to get the attention (read love) that he is missing. “Somebody didn’t give me what I wanted, so I robbed them. Someone didn’t give me the answer I wanted so I killed him or her. That girl didn’t give me the love that I wanted, so I raped her. I wanted my boss to respect me, he didn’t, so I urinated in his coffee.” People do crazy things all the time because they just want to be loved.
There are the armchair critics. Those who would look down their noses at anyone who doesn’t act or live up to “their” moral code. We have all judged others. We think that “we” are the pillars of society, and everyone else around us is the scum that are ruining the world. We look down our noses at anyone who doesn’t measure up to OUR level of expectation. But, just by judging another, in that moment, we have become the one guiltiest. We have denied love to those who seek it. We have judged them, and we have rejected them. They are guilty of an infraction against OUR moral code, but we have become judge and juror and denied them what they truly wanted in the first place…love.
Since starting on this pilgrimage I come to experience and witness the opposite. I have seen it demonstrated in others and have manifested it myself as well. It is the moment that we realize that we are the kind of person that always hoped we were. I’ve seen people whose self-esteem and appraisal of themselves was that they were the lowest of low and worthy of nothing. And yet, despite this condemnation of self, they persist in kindness and love. THIS is who they really are.
Taking on the mantle, I am Jesus. I am Buddha. I have the choice and the chance to be the compassionate soul. I have the ability to break the chains of my mind and love. All the people pictured above have in no small way affected my life and loved on me in the last couple of days. Happy happy happy. People are being the love.