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Imagine if you will, that your true essence is like dark infinite space,
which represents your true self and is also  the biological expression
of your forgetfulness of life, prior to your birth. In short, your  being
in the world, but not knowing, what or who you are. It would not be
long before the words of adults, events and happenings would brush
against you, as your thinking patterns began to develope and  turn
inward, so as to construct your memory. Like grains of dust in  your
infinite dark space, would these memories gravitate to form a ball,
until you began to see and feel yourself as that ball, that body. Of
course, all such memories build your sense of selfhood, and the world
you find yourself in does little or nothing to discourage this. What
has happened then ? To extend the metaphor, have you not exchanged
your infinite dark space - your true self, your true ' I ' ness which
contains the universe, for a pathetic accretion of memories, grains
of dust to a ball, adrift, floating and hopelessly lost, within what turns out
to be, your true infinite self ? In exchanging your infinite nature for
a finite nature you inherited all the concomitant problems of this world.
On top of that your true nature is also timeless but it has also lost the
quality of the 'eternal now '. Taking refuge in the past, where all memories,
by definition, reside. In effect, feeding on what is dead and gone, and
projecting all of this into a future tense which never comes.

Standing back from all of this, finding stillness within as a discipline,
discovering the fruitfulness of learning how to quiet the mind,discarding
by degree, patterns of thought until thought almost ceases. In other words
coming to know pure meditation, gradually rediscovering your true centre,
your true self, which is commensurate with our metaphor-that infinite
dark space. - Look within without thought and you can accommodate all
the stars you perceive at a glance, quite easily. You are not ' in ' the universe,
the universe is ' in ' you.

This diminishment of the true self to the pseudo, through birth to  demise
with its inherent amnesia, may be a prerequisite for ' the divine drama'
but rest assured, keeping in mind your true essence, that you are not
only the actor on stage but the author as well. The enlightenment of
the Buddha, for example, should it be realised in each one of us, would
bring the curtain down. Heaven is not location but a state of consciousness.
That consciousness is what we truly are, pre birth and post demise.



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