It seems that the more that I look at any single belief the more I push away from it. It seems to me these days that beliefs are just silly mishaps for people that want to live fairy tail lives. Knowing that no matter how strong a belief seems, that the truth sears any belief to ash. It doesn’t even take much effort, just looking at anything with clear eyes can do this for you. I’m not to say whether I do or don’t have clear eyes, but what I can say is that what I used to deem as valid logical concepts and beliefs now seem to me nothing more than idle play things that children pick up. Just like a child picking up a plastic bucket at the park; it was never his to begin with so he holds no possession over it (or he might for a little amount of time) but when it’s time to go home, he will set it down and moments later will be forgotten. This is the same kind of thing we as human beings do with beliefs, concepts, sentiments. They are about as important to us as that plastic bucket, yet we fight so hard to keep them in our world view because they sound, feel, look so peachy. That is what illusion is suppose to do though right? It looks appetizing, appetizing enough to put you under a spell. It’s really not that we have beliefs, because how can we, the mind changes so much that when that belief is gone that sense of possession is gone but rather beliefs have us. They shackle us, but with the lock unlocked because we willingly do it to ourselves.
The re-occuring theme that comes to mind these days (thanks to Jed Mckenna) is Plato’s Cave, his allegory about we only see one reality because we never really had a need to see that what we were seeing were just lights on a wall, and we have shackles on our neck and feet and hands but they are not locked and never were. This is like in Zen, the gateless gate.
Spirituality can be summed up by this: Sit down, Shut up, find out what is True.
Don’t believe something because a messload of people around you believe in it, really look at it with a clear eye and decide if it is true. You can take any statement that you un-undoubtedly know to be true, and then find out what is false about it.. then it no longer becomes useful to you because the hole is there and has always been, you just hadn’t made yourself aware that that belief was really just a phantom of a thought, it wasn’t real and never will be. So if no thought becomes true then what is true? That’s a good question, one that I cannot answer, one that seems to not be answerable externally.
However look inside and you might be surprised at what you find out, when all these things you call yourself as your identity are burned away, what is left? All the I’m kind, funny, smart, clever, generous, nice, etc. etc. are gone, then what remains other than what you’re actually looking for. Even the state of fear that is bound to come up through searing through these bundles of emotions and concepts aren’t you. How can they be you, you observe them whether you take no part in them or put full attention on them, and they fade into non-existence when their time is up, like shedding a garment that has been warn too long and is irritating the skin. Does it make you uncomfortable to know that everything you belief yourself to be is not infinite?
If anything it should be good news, because if that is not infinite then what seems to be waiting patiently beyond all of those things, the fire itself? The thing at which these thoughts and concepts are being burnt up in? Maya has a good grasp on you but it’s time to WAKE UP!
P.S. The seekers path is bullshit.