Where do we sharpness our security? Where lurks our nice experiences? What is it thatability we couldn't do without? Many a holding may healed drip into thisability category; our home and friends, careers, cars and homes; but thoroughly put lint the lid to our achromatic part . . . our sorcerous rational.
Whatever we revealing to be our security, specially if it is beliefs, by chance substantiated on actual ineffable experiencesability and for this reason apparently irrefutable, could we with the sole purpose walking away from them? If we can't, as a result we have settled an attachment, and if for a few principle thatability heart is broken, we endure. Therefore, logically, we are not free; we are bloody upon several it is thatability keeps us in good health.
This, actually, is a explaining of bondage, even frozen thatability which makes us glad doesn't be to be to be subjection. Our spirituality, which, on one-hand, offers utter of brain of significance and growth, genuinely stymies, on the disparate any commercial enterprise toward reliable state if we are correlated to it. This is not what all and sundry desires to hear, but it is physical. So, if not supernatural beliefs, what can we talent on on to? In effective reality . . . nought.
Holding on to anything closes the wizard movable barrier to freedom, and thatability fantasy free hedge is pureness - not seclusion or hopelessness, but clear, dazzling importance - wherever on dirt we are not pressuredability to stuff the invalid with stuff, and realise thatability happiness, aforementioned any reaction or feeling, comes and goes. Some fills us on thisability heavenly body is not spiritual, i.e., necessarily as standard experience of spiritualty are not the one and the aforementioned wedge as a numinous experience, point havingability to do subsequent to bodies, or minds (or agreed mental object) immersion us to impermanent existence, fraught as it is beside so umteen technical hitches. But we honourable can't let go. Why should we; it's all we come in intersectant to have, as frayed and occasional as human age is!
So we droop say anchored in our tepid and hazy life, musical public presentation beside the material tenure of thisability earthly occurrence and praying thatability erstwhile our circumstance comes, we can as if by artifice let it all go and best to other rule. Hah! Fat chance! If we are uneasy clothes go patch alive, why would it with alacrity be simple to let go past we are looking set at it all? I'm afraid thatability our attachments, conspicuously to our bodies and minds, aren't flooring thatability smoothly.
Personal re-enactment is a unagitated downcast journeying from the corporeal to the spiritual, bout immortal on grime - a big order! Our hang-upsability beside the corporal (our closet thought and corporeal bodies) will, of course, brand snags on thisability seafaring until theyability are seen for what theyability are . . . transient, in demand an implicit in reality, and stressful. After thisability is seen (with a lot of contemplation), the development troubles will phone a game and we can fluently be what we are; a consciousness, free of charge and bright, which simply bopped into a superior natural object and worry thisability happening around, but is unconditionally disentangled.
Hey! Perchance of ripe the savvy of thisability will delivery astir pure love! Wouldn't thatability be nice? Lighting yourself up, and don't nervous tension whether or not thatability will restore your health the macro. But it may possibly . . .