To break away from the things we most cherish, the things which keep us bound in flesh, to the earth – to disown the illusion. Jesus said….’Anyone who loves there father or mother more than Me is not worthy of Me’… [Matthew 10:37]
By remaining attached to the things we love, we too, keep ‘them’ earth bound. Letting our loved ones ‘go’ may be the greatest gift we could ever give them. The fear of a loss of identity makes this a (seemingly) very hard thing to do. This ‘designer garment’…this ‘cloak’, hides our ‘true’ identity. This ‘thing’ that gets discarded at the end of life – and, we remain so fixed on it…of the memory of it; the feel of it; the touch of it – it is very real to us – yet, it goes to dust; and we continue to try to grasp it…this ‘dust’.
Who are our ‘loved ones’…the ‘cloaks’; the ‘garments’; or, the one wearing the garment – the ‘Spirit’ / the ‘Awareness’ / the Conscious Dweller? Who ‘is’ Mum? Which part of Mum am I so attached to? ….(a spirit of remorse/strife takes over)….
……I am attached by all my remorse….of all the unkind words spoken in anger; the regret; the fear I have driven her away…driven away the…… (tiering of ‘explanations’) ….”Blah, blah, blah, blah!”….. Spiralling into regret and reason once again?! (negative voice proclaims)
‘Yes’! (positive voice defies)…For ‘in’ it I find reason…I see reason…I am able to ‘understand’ and accept what has happened, and MOVE ON! So, ‘you’ can wallow all you want! I’m Up and Out of here! (Is this me ‘abandoning’ part of myself? I suddenly imagine a screaming child throwing a tantrum in a shopping centre. The parent would be tempted, but would not abandon the child). So, no! …I cannot. I must let it ‘be’). You have every right to think what you want; I will not abandon you for it; I will let you be, but…watch ‘me’ play.
Soon, we will forget that we had any differences, and, in letting our guards down, we will become one. And the fiery furnace shall burn away all the remnants of our frictions; and, once again, we will be given a ‘clean slate’ ready to be written on….again. Ghostly memories remain of our past (?) Where ‘do’ all the ashes go….the ‘dust’…particles floating through our Universe; absorbing light, or, casting shadows? Singed to a vapour…a carbon vapour (?) –building matter for future worlds…future ‘playgrounds’.
Disclaimer: Everything I write comes from my own voice of reason, speaking to me, telling me ‘how it is’. I share this, not because I claim it as any type of “truth”, but, because, as it helps ‘me’ through my own trials, maybe it can help someone else too.