| The Mind Is Constantly Busy |
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Poor creatures that we are, we have no moment of rest, no space for quiet, no emptiness. The mind is constantly busy, never at peace, never at rest, like an untuned radio. It has a life of its own, not abiding, not obeying. It seems that we are prisoners in our minds, for we live inside the box of the mind - limited, narrow, restraining. The jail of the conscious mind is perfection itself. The mind is the ultimate trap, a box filled with packaged beliefs and formulaic ideas. There is nothing new and fresh happening there, just more of the same, the grinding mundane existence deprived of the magic that we could experience. Living in the tedious reality of our minds, many of us become so exhausted that we fall asleep. Asleep we live the rest of our lives. Sleep is such a temptation. It is easier to conform than to wake up, and the sleeping believe that they are wide awake. But something is calling from deep within us, a remote voice still resonating from a distant world. We need perception; we need to wake up. Even asleep, we feel the pain of that exile - the pain of living not in accordance with our true nature, the pain of being isolated from our true selves, the pain of living in a false world. And we try everything we can to alleviate the pain, to find some solace for our longing souls. We try to escape our reality, but by pushing against it, we push the cage door closed. We seek an easy solution, a formulated one. We want to follow someone we believe has found an easy path to freedom. The desperation makes us gullible, and we buy the snake oil that promises hope. |


