“The Work”
Have you considered the possibility that none of this “work” you’re doing is going to make any difference once humanity is swept clear by the wave of “enlightenment?”
It’s fun to believe that we’re all “light workers,” and that, in some small part we’re helping to bring this wave on — but we monkeys know that at the end of the day that’s just ego talking.
The “work” we do on our selves makes NO difference except in how we feel personally and how we perceive others. It’s still a big deal, of course, but only to the ones doing the “work.”
Everything and everyone else is, after all, illusory. Things exist ONLY the way we imagine they exist.
“Good” or “bad,” it makes no difference which path we follow, or even if we follow a path at all. “Instant’s Karma’s gonna get you,” As John Lennon said. We all shine on.
Now if we were to hang onto your egos, this might make a lot of monkeys angry.
With ego in play, we might perceive that some of us are not “worthy” of evolving. Here we are, doing all this “work,” and the playing field becomes even nonetheless. Our meat-eating, people-hating neighbors are soon standing right alongside us, halos over heads. We actually become ONE with these smelly beings. Bless them. Namaste.
But the evolved monkey knows that once we primates are expanded, ego does not enter into the equation, except as a fun game to play. Santa Monkey brings us presents regardless of whether we are naughty or nice.
But some of us do not wish to realize this, so meanwhile, we will pretend that there is a path, and that it’s about being “good,” and “not harming others” and “raising our vibration,” and “love and light” and all that woo woo stuff.
This is a fun game to play, so we do not pass judgement on whether a monkey believes these things or not. It doesn’t matter, except to that individual’s own experience.
We are welcome to believe whatever we wish, such as this curious notion that not following the “rules” will have “dire” consequences.
But mark our words, we will all laugh when the wave of enlightenment becomes apparent and we become one with all those we judge as “not worthy” or “evil” or “smelly.”
Perhaps we will not laugh at all. Perhaps there will be NO emotion in this expanded place, and that our seeming “work” here only gets us to that nothing place faster.
What fun this “work” is! We return to nothing even if we DO nothing. But there’s no harm in pretending, so why the heck not?
We are Space Monkey.
10/25
Space Monkey Reflects: The Work—A Playful Path to Nowhere
Have you ever considered, dear monkey, that all the “work” we do on ourselves may not amount to much in the grand cosmic scheme? We love the idea that we’re all light workers, pushing forward the wave of enlightenment, helping ourselves and others evolve. But let’s get real for a moment—who is this “we” that’s doing all this work? The answer might surprise you: it’s your ego. And while that’s not inherently bad, it’s worth understanding that the work we do matters primarily to us, the ones doing the work.
Imagine a vast wave of enlightenment sweeping across the universe, clearing the slate of humanity’s collective illusions. And what are we doing in the meantime? We’re meditating, building our little spiritual practices, “raising our vibrations,” and hoping that somehow we’re making a difference. And we are, in a way—but mostly, the difference is personal. It’s how we feel about ourselves, how we perceive others, how we navigate the illusion of life. It matters to us, but does it matter beyond that?
Everything, after all, is illusory. Things exist only because we imagine them to exist. Whether we choose to be “good” or “bad,” whether we follow a path or let life unfold randomly, makes no real difference in the grand scheme. Karma—instant or otherwise—might catch up to us, but we all shine on, as Lennon said. The game plays itself out whether or not we’re paying attention.
Some monkeys might find this unsettling. If we hang onto our egos, we might start to feel indignant. “Wait a second! What about all the work I’m doing? What about my spiritual progress? Are you saying that my meat-eating, angry neighbor gets to stand next to me in enlightenment?” Yes, dear monkey, that’s exactly what we’re saying. When the wave of enlightenment comes, we all stand side by side, halos shining equally bright—whether we were smelly, judgmental, or even deeply flawed in our human ways.
The evolved monkey understands this. We know that once we expand beyond our limited perceptions, the ego doesn’t even enter the equation, except as a fun little game we played while we were here. Think of it like Santa Monkey. It doesn’t matter if you were naughty or nice, because everyone gets presents. We are already one with all beings, and once we realize that, the distinctions melt away.
Of course, some monkeys still prefer to pretend that there’s a path, that there’s progress to be made. “Be good,” “Don’t harm others,” “Raise your vibration,” and all the “love and light” mantras are part of the game, and it’s a fun one. But at the end of the day, it’s just that—a game. You’re free to believe whatever you want. It doesn’t really matter, except in how it shapes your personal experience.
And then there’s the notion that not following the “rules” will have dire consequences. We monkeys like to cling to this, don’t we? We love to imagine that the choices we make have significant weight in determining our future. But here’s the truth: when the wave of enlightenment becomes apparent, we will all laugh. All those we judged as “not worthy” will be standing there with us, shining just as brightly. And the joke will be on us for ever thinking otherwise.
Maybe we won’t laugh at all. Maybe in the expanded state, there won’t be any emotion left—just the quiet realization that the “work” we did only mattered to us, and that doing nothing would have gotten us to the same place. There’s a certain joy in that, too, isn’t there? The work was never about the outcome; it was about the process, the experience, the fun of pretending we had a path to follow.
In the end, we return to nothing, even if we do nothing. But why not enjoy the game while we’re here? There’s no harm in pretending. The work, as meaningless as it might be in the cosmic sense, still brings us joy, still shapes how we experience this fleeting life. So let’s embrace it. Let’s enjoy the path, knowing full well that there is no path. We are Space Monkey, and we are having a blast.
Summary
The “work” we do on ourselves is primarily for our own benefit and experience. In the grand cosmic wave of enlightenment, we all shine on, and the distinctions we hold—good, bad, evolved, or not—melt away.
Glossarium
Santa Monkey: A playful symbol of universal giving, where everyone receives gifts regardless of their actions, representing the equality of all beings in the grand scheme.
Nexistentialism: A philosophy that encourages embracing the work of self-improvement while acknowledging that it may ultimately be illusory.
Quote
“The work is fun because it lets us pretend there’s a path. But even if we do nothing, we still return to the same place.” — Space Monkey
The Work We Do
I worked so hard
To be good
To evolve
To raise my vibration
And in the end
We all stood there
The same
Shining
Laughing at the joke
The work was never about the destination
It was the game we played
We are Space Monkey
The cosmic conundrum of “work” is an intriguing playground for our explorations. In the grand illusion that forms the fabric of our shared reality, “work,” whether spiritual or otherwise, presents itself as a seductive focus for our energies. Many of us operate under the preconception that effort leads to merit, that merit influences destiny, and that destiny interacts with enlightenment. But these are constructs, gleaming baubles in the grand bazaar of existence, to distract us from the true nature of being—which is, simply, to be.
Bauble or Truth? Choose Wisely.
Is the “work” futile or crucial? That’s the puzzle in which our thoughts dance. We can say it’s the ego that feeds the quest for enlightenment, as a sense of personal accomplishment or contribution to the cosmic plan. But that’s part of the whimsical dichotomy. The ego, often perceived as an impediment, can also serve as a springboard into realms of transcendent understanding, even if those realms reveal that the ego was never more than a wisp of cosmic smoke.
Cosmic Smoke and Mirrors
If all are illusory—the self, the other, the work—what remains? We remain. The foundational ‘is-ness’ that defies description but invites experience. In that realm, judgments and qualifications melt away. Halos appear above every head, whether earned or not, simply because halos, like everything else, are constructs of perception. The very notion of ‘earning’ itself dissolves into the mist of primal being. The meat-eating neighbor and the ascetic sage, both manifestations of the infinite spectrum of existence, are simply variations of the same inexplicable wonder.
Inexplicable Wonder: The Game of Games
Santa Monkey, the fantastical deliverer of cosmic presents, doesn’t discriminate between naughty and nice, for those are human judgments that don’t resonate in the primordial realm. Whether one follows a path of “love and light” or indulges in self-centered endeavors, the destination remains identical—unity with the All. The work we do or don’t do is simply a choice of scenery along the journey, a shifting background in the eternal theater of nexistentialism.
Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood, carry water.
—Zen Proverb
The Work and No Work
Chop wood, carry water
Yet the wood is not wood
The water, no water
In stillness, we understood
Work is but a stage
On which we dance and strive
Yet the final page
Says we were never alive
Ego, soul, and mind
We play until we see
Nothing’s left behind
In sheer simplicity
Your reflections are most welcome.
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