May the Being

not forget

to Be

2021 Flight Plan

It is trying to make the ambiguous inconsistency of human life to threaten to remain like that, it is encysted as a valid natural resource, reincarnatable and renewable, moved by the unconscious waves of that which, from the “visibility” so vaunted in these times, ends up blinding us to the visible, as obvious as it is inevitable. Perhaps it would even be more intelligent to be invisible, to go unnoticed, but exhibition, demonstration and visual appearance have become synonymous, not with fame or popularity, but rather with profitability, which does not make this idea sustainable.  The innate, invisible, and immortal goes on being buried by the insubstantial-ephemeral.  May the being forget to be.

 

In spite of the indomitable aspect of human nature, the force which distorts, manipulates and (dis)orders is that which prevails in the midst of the lethargic masses, detracting from the achievement of the transcendental purpose. When has it not been so? One rebukes, as if ignoring what hangs at par with the constant that surrounds every sphere in the possible spaces of evolution. Whatever that may be, the evolutionary, the transcendental, it would have to be the substantial breath, the Divine. That is to say, it maintains a relationship with that which is pristine, more than foreign to this innocuous and soulless quagmire.

 

We are the most human possibility that exists, and the privilege has been desecrated with twisted symptoms of domination-extinction, inserted as active-reactive bombs within worlds without times. Systematic bursts that implode consciousness over and over again, between births, in the midst of space-time, while we transit this almost unending nightmarish dream, from which few wish to awaken.

Why is there such resistance? Because the pain of the programmed persists, with an aggravation: more than hurting us, it hurts others. This is how the sentence, given by the provocation, the daring, and the decision of one who manages to revoke its most atrocious reality from life, is pressed: it’s not about any of this. Of course, permissions exist, mostly consensual, subject to standardization and concessionary guidelines.  Failure to comply with them delays and execrates. That approach teems and has become a current practice of success and leadership. It waffles between feminism and machismo, misandry and misogyny, amplifying the fields of the pronouncements of gender, revealing a torrent of phobias that are lost from sight. Capital theme: religion-spirituality, a mess untransferred to cult or sect. The religious totem is still not disposed to Manichean efforts. The pure precepts of interiority and profound spirituality eradicated, the wise being who struggled to overcome the ordinary is worth all or nothing. It would be the same to say: I am nothing.

 

Times go by, no longer distinguished as in favor or against. Unrecognizable forms and criteria take precedence: convert oneself into a brand, a product of name and slogan. Sustain objectives that engross the dark foundations of  “reinvention”, sold as “libertarian status for recuperating liberties that are only lost in karma.” One must build a “venture”, a franchise or an association, most probably, of hidden defeats behind facades and installed images.

 

Preference is given to passing over, avoiding the arduous journey of self-knowledge and the dissolution of the inherent sorrow. It remains to be more comfortable to wander in the emptiness of the internal eras, finding neither exit nor end to the pain of existing like this, subject to the passion of conscious or unconscious pain. Reduced to the stories of those who are believed to have overcome, holding on to them to repeat them or not, according to what was learned. The punishable always signals, in short, vices of conscience.

 

The best example of human vice: the correspondence between the material and the system. The memory that stores, produces karmic reflection, expressed in physical and mental difficulties, deformities, deficiencies, complexes and other records that respond to unhealed lesions. The pain does not hurt, but it does transmute and, inevitably, finds the right accommodations and lends itself to organic alterations.

Either way, the innate notion of a plan is erected, he who understands it as a purpose, wins. The valiant one is driven to the rescue of internal, interminable, and wisely esteemed time. As a task, the deselecting of the notorious, being oneself, without the false encouragement of required visibility. Knowing oneself to be awakened and conscious, is sufficient.

 

Confronting the dizzying aggressiveness in which the principle of Oneness goes on disintegrating requires earned courage. It is necessary to outwit the sophisticated form of producing this clash of realities seeking, through wear and tear, the decline. On one hand, that exact thing never pointed to forced singularity or plurality, played by posters and flags, to the demanded rights of inclusion or legalization to endorse, certify, differentiate, as well as cover the controversial diversity, that does not go in the direction of joining but rather of separating. On the other hand, the disorientation that begins from day 0. The package and seal that classifies and disqualifies, the contemporary oxymoron.

To have gone through a year like 2020, in which close to two million souls decided to vacate this plane, leaves an inextinguishable wake. To see a movement such as that to spaces, no less overpopulated than this one, overwhelms. The tensions persist in our structures if we have not been conscious enough to alleviate karmic weight, as well as to vent latent existential passions. It is known how elusive and labyrinthine our karma can be, unraveled only by natural flight.  For which it would be a risky and involutional transit to lose ourselves in the ascending spiral of our luminous substance. And that is only obtained by transcending everything.

 

The outlook for that task? A thick curtain in which nature, despite everything, persists in her beauty, harmonized by the unconditional dispensation of the Earth and The Sun. Integrating oneself, approaching, valuing and respecting the state of the animal, mineral, vegetable and elemental kingdoms, has become increasingly arduous, despite our very nature urging the council. It has been the structures of habitability, created by social systems, that have not kept ahead of the destruction and have not transformed, that distance this necessity.

 

It corresponds to us to increase the intention of harmony, if it has diminished. We do little in the face of the disrespect of the other species and their lives. The conflicts and attacks surrounding vegetarianism, veganism, as the fanatical postures from any current that tries to influence over the rescue from predation, contribute to being the target of severe devirtualization. Attempts to restrain the modes and uses of the world of design and fashion, for example, are harassed by the empires that sustain them. Human trafficking and exploitation overlap behind foundations and surreptitious strategies of unthinkable management. Increasing virtual activity now holds, in a near future, immeasurable means of hidden profits.  

 

Let’s add to the effluvia -the mystics would say- the dilated mental activity that has become loaded with ideologies, neofundamentals, anodyne tendencies and anti-values. Density that subtracts from attitude, action and relationships among those who remain conscious of the task of life. It is when the impulse of “sustainability”, far from the conservationalist paraphernalia, becomes so precarious.

 

What being, devoid of resolution and love, can offer sustenance to a planet that only needs each one to purge their own tension and free it from their presence? Of course, what remains is the sensation of impiety, more than that of love. Love: resource and possible support, prime material, creative power, vital substance. What is it used for? Perhaps to compensate life, those close to us, to subtract from or dissolve hardships or the urgent dissolution of that which as karma we sustain? Internal responses are heard.  

 

Over and over again the same picture is drawn: being. That which is unaltered, unpostponable, recurrent and eternal. In the voices of the mystics themselves: the incomplete task to accomplish. Each step, life, transit, is the most valuable opportunity to acquire values, notions that allow us to act in diligent awareness towards the identification of each being, space and action to love above our remnants, translated into bad experiences that appear as setbacks, in lurid reminder of what is pending.

 

It follows suit to recover spaces of conscious time, relations of council and closure toward those beings, utilizing that which you believe is love, with or without its presence, with or without words. The simplest expression, the simplest action, devoid of ego and resistance, of pride and resentment. With all this, the best plan is put together.

The exhalation should be as conscientious as the inhalation. The complete cycle makes breathing an essential action of life. Ergo, is breathing a symptom or a sign? More than being the unconscious act, adjusted to the system in a natural way, it is the determinant key through which one lives. How then could it be so undervalued by those who make continuous use of the most important and vital action? Without considering that, by doing it consciously, the connection is produced, equally, with all that which consciousness is.

 

What you should know is, precisely, what it is. How much exists in what is breathed. The how you breathe and the what you breathe for. A simple lecture, this does not warrant complexity, nor perhaps being approached as a topic.

 

Our existential current has simplified our perfect system to such a point, that life does not cover more transcendence than that of the roles established by subsistence, the representation of a role assigned or acquired, such as the social fulfillment of an inhabitant registered from the instant of the arrival, that conceives to let us pass through the vital breath, until the departure or cessation of that same breath. Birth and death. Matrix and ether. Cradle and grave. Body and ash. In the interim, there is an extensive range of leaps and bounds in the gesture of experiencing life. All within a breath, in conscious beings, may it be understood this way: liberation.

EL

PLAN

Liberate what? And may he who is exempt from attachments hit himself in the head with the first stone he finds. We have not been capable of generating enough detachment to execute the existential fantasy that remains vibrating in the cells when they are impregnated with the substantiality that characterizes these existential voids in which we submerge ourselves under the pressure that is exercised in the psyche, the instrument of the mind that regulates and controls the acts of every being that is configured in a human body-system.

 

There is no possible escape from the dialectic created for the species that we are. It is imperative to continue unraveling one’s own handiworks created for the pertinence, durability and retro-existence that is managed in the time-space equation. Of that with which we have validated ourselves for existing in these planes of consciousness, of those that we are now distancing ourselves from having discovered the dark weaving that envelops them, knowing that we have released insane recreations.

 

Enter the game of no self-judgement, the expiation and the absolution, related simplistically as recognition, feeling of unity, and self-forgiveness. Here there is no religious vein, neither method nor course, which meanders or associates itself with sin and guilt. That has never existed, beyond the minds of those infected by lovelessness, foreign -moreover- to the Creator Principle. Hence what is referred to: from the ignored to the known, from rage to joy, from retaliation to forgiveness and from impudence to the present conscious act.

My eternal plan, as an intimate reminder:

• I am not encouraged by hopes, I live in present and conscious action, for that: to think feeling, to feel what I think and to act without delay.
• I carry sadness without suffering, if I share it, I protect the other from my sorrow, even if it is small and brief.
• I preserve love for those who seek it. For those who do not, I do not harass, much less with judgement or hatred.
• I love equally and without permission, brothers, friends, companions, rivals. Even false beings.
• Whoever avoids my friendship or tries to damage it, I ignore without indifference. I would not know how to not recognize another being.
• Once my wishes have been fulfilled, if perhaps some illusion remains, let it be realized in possible longing.
• I have an internal view, from there, I see everyone according to the measure of my own love. I love myself completely, therefore I do not remediate defects or false affections.
• I forgive with forgetting and without vengeance. I know that this forgetting ends with forgetting me.
• I laugh with ease and sweetness before anyone, anywhere. Feeling content and happy is part of my power.
• I dominate my fear with determination and strength, without subjugation or transgression.
• I wish to accept everything, without the innocuous tolerance that distracts from the pride that boasts without feeling.
• I breathe my being. I inhale everything in order to exhale that which is not and in doing so, liberate myself. Empty remains that prevent me from plentitude and possible transcendence.

Om

Namaha

Shivaya!