Imagine to Remember

After all these years of searching I have finally found you. And now I must k!11 you. It is I who will deal you the fatal blow, stand over you as you take your last breath. And when it is done I will not be sad, or remorseful, only relieved. For you and I, although made up tif the same essential materials are not the same, you are my self and I am me, true, distillate, primordial me, essence not form, whole not refracted. I wonder, could we both have lived? Could we have gone on and on as we always have; singing this same song, dancing this same dance? Consumed always in this same rivalry for love and attention. Perhaps we could have but if I am to be what I am, then you could not be. It is really that simple, and has always been. For this is it, the only lesson, the secret of the mystics, the truth of the ages, a simple goal, the annihilation of the self. Finding the self is child’s play you see, even a fool can find themselves, but are you able after this finding, to be the cause of your own undoing, turning this force of life back on to yourself?. 

We have confused the finding with the being, oh and how we love the self in neglect of the real, the true. We have made ourselves objects of desire, false gods, bringing offerings at the altar of self, prostrate in submission to our own image, and we have baptized this confusion with many names spirituality, ascension, care and even love. If we are honest, we can see that we are trying, always, to escape this same drama that we act out if only by compulsion and it is only in the transcending, q the rising, slipping, slithering, out from our skins that we are free and we seek this freedom constantly, even if only for a moment. What is your particular fancy?Is it drugs, or sex? Do you wander in imagined worlds forsaking the material or do you crave a sleep that cannot be stirred? In these moments we can peer into the ultimate reality of the no self, of being and unity, desiring only in the molting of old our old bodies, giving birth to our new forms. The new forms that will allow us finally to approach the sublime, to hope for divine unity, heaven on earth, death before death, a new life. It is real, it is the realest reality and the only truth. This desire is so natural, who does doesn’t want to go back, back home, to the personal genesis of your being to the Being, but it begins first with an act, a violent act, inflicted by your own hand not on the body, for the body is innocent, without sin, of earth water, fire and air, not the blameless body who has been so much maligned, but to smash the false idol of the self.