Saturday, May 26, 2012

Innate Rhythms

Where do we find ourselves? In a series of which we do not know the extremes, and believe that it has none. We wake and find ourselves on a stair; there are stairs below us, which we seem to have ascended; there are stairs above us, many a one, which go upward and out of sight. But the Genius which, according to the old belief, stands on the door by which we enter, and gives us the lethe to drink, that we may tell no tales, mixed the cup too strongly, and we cannot shake off the lethargy now at noonday.

Ralph Waldo Emerson in his 1844 essay Experience kick starts our inner motor of questioning, and we hear the roar of our inner self warming up for duty. Waking up in time is a fitful experience; we do find ourselves traveling up and down a stairway where genius flitters like a butterfly. The genius within us is buried under the rubble of misconceptions and untruths and we desperately try to dig it up in the dirt of our ignorance. We forget that all of us experience a unique reality that is different from any other individual reality. The inner portion of our being operates joyfully and freely because it believes in us even though we don’t believe in it. The inner workings of the self function like a fine-tuned machine even though we don’t understand the nature of our true essence. Our strong beliefs create strong interference and we find our objective self working against that self by conforming to our miscued beliefs.

Our beliefs become specialized fences that surround us and limit us from exploring the far reaches of our inner world. Recognizing the barriers we place in front of us is not easy, but it is the place to start. There are no limits or boundaries to the self, and the self is never separated even though we believe it is. We make our own reality and each one has value even when they are immersed in the ignorance of our misconceptions. Our feeling-tones never stop sending impulses through the body. Innate rhythms dance through the psyche, and we vibrate in a one-of-a-kind way that produces desires. There are no standards for feeling the vibrations of our inner being, and time plays no part in the execution of those feeling-tones.

No matter where we stand on the stairs of the psyche, we exist to experience awareness. We exist to feel the environment we create. Our thoughts, emotions and beliefs create that environment. It is a physical picture of the nonphysical aspect of consciousness that wonders up and down the inner staircase of our psyche mixing a cup of awareness that may be too strong to drink until we realize the drink is our own concoctions.

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