At One With Oneness
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cedar_groveFrom The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have.
Imagine that beneath all our distrust there is a stream of ongoing Oneness, and the only way to enter it is to take off our distrust and bad experience like clothes. Imagine that in entering the stream naked we reach, for the moment, with every hand that ever reached.
I had this idea at some point, for a character (more than an actual story – though there were stirrings of a story that started to come) who was so intensely psychic that she lived in that oneness the whole of the time, and it drove her just that little bit crazy. The only way she could 'manage' off to it was to live in an environmentally controlled domelike bubble – grass under her feet, foliage around her, and butterflies for company. She lived in such a facility maintained by the mental institution into which she was placed by a family unable to cope… unable to help her live with her gift. She was interesting, but as difficult to connect with and grasp as the butterflies with which she lived.
I managed only a few paragraphs of writing with her, in a story that only hinted at itself.:
The leaves made soft, rustling sounds. The forest stretched as far as they could see but with the trees so close the sense of oppression was greater than the feeling that they were outside and free.
Mari turned to her companion, pulling the clothes that she wore closer about her as if she were cold. "Why have you brought me here?" she asked.
"You feel something, don't you?"
"I /always/ feel something, Daniel. I asked why you brought me here." Mari turned away to once again search among the whispering trees for a sense of where the menace she felt. She needed to know from whence it came. "Here... there were people here. I feel a great sense of emotion, euphoria and… and something else."
Daniel jumped as she suddenly swung back to face him. "They were here, weren't they, the one's you're tracking... the ones that have discovered--” she didn't get any further, but folded on herself at the first stab of intense vision that had finally answered her call.
I think maybe I need to know her better before anything can really come of it all – and I think also that includes coming back to know myself better as a being within that stream of Oneness.
No individual exists in their own nature, independent of all other factors of life. Each has the totality of the Universe at their base.
All individuals have, therefore, the whole Universe as their common ground, and this universality becomes conscious in the experience of enlightenment, in which the individual awakens into their own true all-embracing nature.
--Lama Govinda
Imagine that beneath all our distrust there is a stream of ongoing Oneness, and the only way to enter it is to take off our distrust and bad experience like clothes. Imagine that in entering the stream naked we reach, for the moment, with every hand that ever reached.
I had this idea at some point, for a character (more than an actual story – though there were stirrings of a story that started to come) who was so intensely psychic that she lived in that oneness the whole of the time, and it drove her just that little bit crazy. The only way she could 'manage' off to it was to live in an environmentally controlled domelike bubble – grass under her feet, foliage around her, and butterflies for company. She lived in such a facility maintained by the mental institution into which she was placed by a family unable to cope… unable to help her live with her gift. She was interesting, but as difficult to connect with and grasp as the butterflies with which she lived.
I managed only a few paragraphs of writing with her, in a story that only hinted at itself.:
The leaves made soft, rustling sounds. The forest stretched as far as they could see but with the trees so close the sense of oppression was greater than the feeling that they were outside and free.
Mari turned to her companion, pulling the clothes that she wore closer about her as if she were cold. "Why have you brought me here?" she asked.
"You feel something, don't you?"
"I /always/ feel something, Daniel. I asked why you brought me here." Mari turned away to once again search among the whispering trees for a sense of where the menace she felt. She needed to know from whence it came. "Here... there were people here. I feel a great sense of emotion, euphoria and… and something else."
Daniel jumped as she suddenly swung back to face him. "They were here, weren't they, the one's you're tracking... the ones that have discovered--” she didn't get any further, but folded on herself at the first stab of intense vision that had finally answered her call.
I think maybe I need to know her better before anything can really come of it all – and I think also that includes coming back to know myself better as a being within that stream of Oneness.
