Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Seen in the Internet's mirror

Friends, you know how it is. You turn on your machine, sit yourself down, and start to cruise. You see a link on a page that fascinates ... You click and begin to read ... and the state of your soul is laid bare:

... I can only assume that most utopian visions (like that which I held about my marriage) fail from apathy due to a lack of the consistent self-discipline necessary to embody the vision and "become the change we want to see in the world." Any full-blown spiritual event ... can naturally expose the futility and the illusion of ego. In a naive attempt to preserve spiritual revelation, many ego-trashing dogmas have been created. Taken to heart, any anti-ego hippie belief can easily lead to a "why bother?" apathy masked by a "just mellow out and go with the flow" fatalism. As it turns out, a strong, flexible ego is necessary to manifest our innermost dreams in the external world at large. Any attempt to hold onto a dream, without the self-work to embody it, keeps that dream alive in the mind alone.

~ Anterro Alli, in his new book, The Eight-Circuit Brain.
(Italics mine)

Now that the wreckage of my primary relation has also been laid bare, it is time to sift through the smoulders for clues. It's been thirteen days now since the explosion of illusion and awareness ...

Fatalism. I won't give in to it.

Fatalism is one of the awful hallmarks of chronic depression ... and is evident in the aftermath of shock, when all that's familiar and life-sustaining has been ripped away. 

I won't give in.

(P.S. I still can't post links or upload images to this blog ... Anyone who uses Blogger: have you figured out the changes to posting that they've made? Can you help me out in any way?)

3 comments:

Lisa said...

I'm glad you're working to not give into the fatalism. I know it's easy to succumb.

Are you using the new blogger draft?

Jaliya said...

Blogger draft ... I guess? It comes up automatically ...

I won't succumb. If I seep into self-pity, rage, or any other potentially vile feeling, I make sure that I'm alone ...

I figure I'm finally too old, *and* too young, for fatalism ... No more of the batty angst of younger years, and whatever my fate is will haul me off when it's good and ready, so why worry about it?

Humour ... humour ... Challenging to access right now, but always present with my goofy kittones, who get me laughing, rolling around the floor, snuggling, and batting little wadded-up balls of paper around ... I've shared a few shocky, roaring laughs with friends ... More less shocky laughs to come, I'm sure ...

xoxo

Jan said...

I haven't had problems posting links, and I am much more inept than most people. Wish I could help, in more ways than with the computer.

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