| Subject: I bow down to my Santa Pez dispenser ! |
Author:
Paul
|
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
Date Posted: 08:24:33 03/24/01 Sat
In reply to:
Chris
's message, "Re: Do you ever experience perceptual fusion with phenomena?" on 05:59:58 03/24/01 Sat
You know, this is the enquiry/invokation power in this work. I've had the same experience, and have sort of been feeding off it since I saw what was going on. I remember writing good old Ted one day since I found myself in a mud wrestling affair with the concept of falling. So asked him his definition. Mailed it off. About five seconds later this STATEMENT about falling comes rolling out of me, in effect, answering my own question, probably better and more personnally relevant than anything Ted could give me from his point of view. This amazing laser gun quality of Being and attention.
On the phenenoma question, my experience is that the edginess of the fusion experience with matter has softened, however in the heck such an experience can have an edge. It's like things are now fused and when they are fused, well, they are fused. The welding is over. The heat cools down. But initially it really has this "fuse" quality, which a great word to use, which conjures up the heat and immediacy of a welding torch being applied to metal. It's an incendiary, explosive activity fusing one thing with another.
So again, it was quite marked at first. I'd come out of the door at work and just be overwhelmed by the walk to the van in the parking lot. Now, much more so, I just walk to the van in the parking lot, and there is still "noticing" going on, here and there, but the intensity and right-there-in-your-faceness of matter-fusion-unity has toned down quite a bit. Occasionally I am stopped in my tracks by something, but whatever I am seeing is suddenly just there and there's not a lot of mental noise over whatever is going on. The experience of intense amazement and marked fusion has been softened into more of a sense of just the flow of whatever's going on, infused with a subtle permeating okayness and love for all that comes in front of my perceptions. That sounds way to New Agey, but there's an explosive, intense, edgy unknowableness to it that's also part and parcel with it, which I think takes the description out of the love-peace-all-One sappiness domain. Saniel's Crouching Tiger imagery is really quite good.
I mean, after all, isn't this all me, whatever the hell me is? Isn't it wondrous, whether its out-of-the mind rage, or love-heart-feeling-connection, or mind-numbing clouds of hopeless flatness? It's the whole of this movement that I have suddenly found myself as. Where am I in this shifting kaleidescope? Who the hell knows and why is it even a relevant question? So a Santa Pez, in this condition, suddenly becomes quite a valuable partner!
It's crazy stuff. I'd say all in all, at least in this moment of feeling fairly square, something has settled in deep, like sitting in your rocker on the porch with a warm blanket around you. Thanks for the tea, how are you, isn't the lake gorgeous, how's your mom, you know, the flow of movement on the porch and the lake. All that movement is me, and any singular event is much less sharp and less standing out on its own. And at the same time, I feel like I am packing a gun under those blankets, representing that edge, that who knows what's next, bringing a certain sharpness and alertness to the what of what is going on, while at the same time inhering with all these great Beings
on this cyber porch. I hope this makes some shred of sense. Again, its just a bunch of words.
Santa Pez, bless his heart, sits right here on the computer, and will occupy a special place in my heart forever. Maybe he's the 29 cent version of Mt.Tam! Ha!
My advice to you, dearest Chris is, for fun, to just love your Stapler. Give it a name. Relate to it! Let it settle into your heart as the fusion of you and matter, as one little chapter in this great movement that you are. Get lost in your stapler. Bow down to it! Carry it around with you for a while. It has gone from a stapler to a great murti of you, which is frankly mind-boggling, and clearly very very crazy. It is a reminder, a centering point, an expression of a point in your unfolding love affair with all of this. It has become quite a powerful object. It is after all, you.
I bow down to Santa Pez!
Love, Paul
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
| |
Feedback: 