The Price of Liberation

Imagine, for a moment, that on one hand you have all the things you enjoy and may even take for granted that make up the basis of your existence. You have friends, family, well wishers and acquaintances but the list doesn’t end as we can add in things like your cosmological perspective, your material hopes, dreams and wishes along with pretty much every single thing that can be dreamt of inside your head or experienced via the senses. Would you be willing to sacrifice all of this? Run the risk of all of those people and connections turning their back on you or even raging in your face with hatred for your choices and decisions? Being outcasted, excommunicated and detested.

Would you risk all of this for what is hidden on the other side of the coin and most never suspect contains an eternal sweetness underneath its seeming bitterness? That is the price of liberation and the natural reluctance of most humans to even attempt this due to the weight of social connection and how so many use external aspects to define them is the reason why so many are stuck on the endless wheel of reincarnation. Often they step back with the same clique. The roles may shift and things may spin at tangents but the presence they missed is there, once again. A lot of people call this a soulmate thing or, when inverted, “I never liked him from the moment I saw him. Something was off about him” because we all know the power of hatred, yes? This is why the grudges you don’t forgive can become chains for the next incarnation but that is a deeper topic. Lets speak of Buddha, for a moment:

The circumstances surrounding his birth were quite miraculous as they were filled with symbols and portents. A sayer of sooth is reputed to have stated “Keep him within the grounds of this palace and he will rule the entire world and bring glory to your lineage. If, however, he sees the realm as it truly is then he will reject everything you present in the quest for liberation”. Needless to say his family all went along with it and kept him wrapped in this bubble where reality was edited to fit a perspective for reasons quite selfish. We all know what happened next, yes? He left, saw an old lady, some filth and suffering and his mind was boggling at the nature of these concepts that were entirely foreign and alien. He left. Wife, child, kingdom, parents. Everything. This is the price of liberation because either one rejects and then sets off on a trip or they stick around and try and open the eyes of those close to them and then are told to jet because they’re presence is so irritating and they can’t stand what came over them. Net result is the same, isolation.

Can you imagine the scandal, back when? The people talking of how the young prince had flipped his lid, leaving his wife to be a single parent as he spends his time alone in the sticks like a common peasant. The screams you hear at the ones of ego death and this is what most people cling to as their concept of (false) self. This is what he distinguished and then attempted to relinquish because he saw the Game for what it is:

A series of artful deceptions designed to lure one into investing in illusions that only cause confusion by keeping the real truth hidden from their senses and presence. Why? Because it ensures another spin and its the natural bias of the flesh which is drawn toward pleasure and away from suffering. In that respect he left behind the best of everything and willing embraced these demons in order to escape their grip as he stepped on the path toward liberation. Really stop and think about how old this tale is and the countless humans that have incarnated between now and then and it might click exactly how seductive the nature of this Game is when it comes to drawing one in and then keeping you there serving consecutive life sentences.

Round and round, round we go until that silent glow from within asks its ever present question:

“Do you Know the Ledge?”.

Once you’ve heard the Psylense the rest of reality dims and is seen for the illusion it is. Think of it like this:

You see an advert which says “We promise you a life changing adventure and agree to fulfill your wish if you can beat the challenge“. Intrigued you sign up. The deal is cryptic, to say the least. As you tap the keys and read it says something akin to “You’ll know when it happens and when it does you better run toward the place that is calling your name with a quickness”. Days go by, weeks, even. Suddenly, when you least expect it, a van pulls up next to you on the way to the office and a black bag is pulled over your head as you are dragged in. Nobody else notices. You don’t have a clue what is happening. They drive on without saying a thing. Nobody answers your question and no further information is presented. Without a word the door opens, you are bundled out onto a street with hood still firmly winking as it knows the deal of which you’re currently ignorant. You hear the sound of crowds milling all around as the van pulls off as you reach to your head and blink as the light pours in.

It looks like a standard city road, the kind you seen plenty of times. Off in the distance you see a huge clock that is ticking that has your name in block capitals. Lets pretend that you’re pretty swift with the mental aspects and click this must be the challenge. Taking a moment to congratulate them on their theatricality and deception you take off, full pelt, toward your destination. There are obstacles in the way ranging from a man walking his dogs whose leash attempts to trip as well as the glaziers with a sheet of glass that take up the whole pavement as well as a drunk driver dangerously swerving. The sweat is pouring because all of this is by the by and the clock keeps on ticking. You are determined to win, hell bent on conquering this challenge as then it will all be worth it. Your life will have meaning, a sense of accomplishment. You can almost taste the win as you keep on trekking.

Now lets imagine a modern day Buddha was put into the mix. The hood is ripped off and he sees his name in the distance and the clock that is ticking but, unlike you, he knows there is nothing that this outer world can give beyond signs and symbols that stimulate energies within. He takes in the scene. Notices the details. Actually, he stands perfectly still and doesn’t move a muscle. In the distance the clock angrily ticks. He spots that his name started flashing and even the bystanders are stopping to point in its direction. And yet, not one of them has said a thing to him. You’d think that in a busy street a man standing perfectly still on the pavement would attract a glare or comment or such thing. “Nothing” he thinks. “Interesting”. He walks over to an office building he has just seen two people exiting. Before he can turn the handle a security guard stops him and says “Do you have some identification? This is an employee entrance”. Unperturbed he keeps walking and comes across the man with his dogs who respond in glee when he stops to pet them. He spends so much time on this that the walker makes his excuses and leaves with his four legged friends who bark in appreciation of the strangers interest. All the while he was doing this he noticed the glass men kept on raising and lifting a huge sheet with their handles on a side street off in the distance and thus decides to walk across the road instead in order to totally avoid them. This mean, of course, that the drunk driver who is actually sober as hell is now facing in the wrong direction but it doesn’t matter a bit as the clock stopped ticking, long, long ago. He finds something strange about all of this. Something within him says that “You, long ago, ran down this street like a headless chicken in search of something promised. You didn’t realize then but this is it, here, now, this instance. Have you noticed it yet?”.

He sits down, on the pavement, under a street lamp in this urban environment and takes in the details. Time passes and he notices more and more things. Like how the cars keep recycling and the drunk driver keeps on making circuits and yet the policeman walking never seems to notice that he is pantomiming taking a sip from the brown bagged bottle he raises to his lips. The dog walker too keeps going round and round and the people that left one office building walked out of it again. And again. Eventually you hear “Cut!” in the distance and everyone stops what they were doing.

He recognizes the man from the advert that promised him all of these things and says “What the hell are you doing? This isn’t part of the deal. You’re supposed to be running. You know how much its going to cost due to having to keep up this charade with all these people?”. He grins, subtle yet perceptible as the falseness is now Self evident and by realizing this he has just awarded himself with the ultimate gift:

Transcendence aka ending the trance he was in. This is the gift of liberation as then one is in the world, but not of it and that creates a huge difference because its akin to noticing the strings on the puppet or the fact that this street where he sits is actually a set that emulates a real world environment in order to create certain reactions under the pressure of a challenge which never quite delivers on what it promised as its all part of the trick.

Many people will run up and down that street like headless chickens with a myopic focus and fail to spot all of the details that the awakened notice because he clicked the buildings were empty and how this was all a construction that was erected as set dressing to make the entire predicament he was in believable. But only if its taken in from the forced perspective and artificial limits they set…

Now, lets pretend that instead of a challenge you accepted via an advert on the net that street was actually this realm, this dimension, this planet at this moment. What then? If you tell the rest the sketch of what you’ve comprehended they’ll think you’ve flipped your lid even though your nascent transcendence has generated an immense state of bliss within as you remember your previous incarnations within the same thing and how this realization is actually the prize it promised to those who can resist what seems to obvious and is designed to appeal to their senses.

That is the Game of Souls, my friend. And best believe it has you but if you’re still reading there may be hope yet in this incarnation. Ask your Self:

Has anything you’ve ever done so far in life truly satisfied you in the way you wish? In a way that doesn’t tarnish, shift or dim as it isn’t reliant on outer things? These are all part of the weapons, the range of which is formidable, as there are extremely powerful beings invested in this trick and the key to their success is a) making sure you never question their proclamations b) you never reality test and c) you do exactly as instructed without deviating from the script.

If ye will then the Slave/Masters will be glad to make your acquaintance. The details of my run in with them are penned in the seasun where I talk about my near death experience which is the most ironic thing about all of this as that is the greatest illusion that begets the most confusion as people invest in paradigms that were handed to them as the way to win aka a big clock that ticks with their name written in block capitals.

Are we walking along the same street? You’ll find me under the lamp, taking it all in. The Witness, in the flesh. Not of the world, just in. Visiting would be most accurate.

Till we meet again