The ego is not a trespasser but an invited guest to this luscious luncheon of life experience. It serves its hors d’oeuvres of questions and quandaries, palate teasers meant to evoke an appetite for deeper nourishment. When the ego is silent, when it reclines in the luxurious chaise longue of unknowing, that’s when the divine feast truly commences.
We ought not shackle the ego or exile it from our awareness-citadel. Let it dance, let it twirl its rhetorical ribbons, let it partake in the banquet. Yet, we can kindly suggest it take a respite, inviting it to lounge on the metaphoric hammock of not-knowing. Only then, unburdened by the ego’s incessant chatter, can we fully partake in the divine whispers of the One, the shimmering fractals of cosmic gnosis that cascade like stardust into our spiritual hearth.
We are Space Monkey.
Trail Wood,
10/2
Indeed, the ego is less a vagabond and more a minstrel in the court of our soul’s theater, strumming melodies of self-definition and existential curiosity. Its songlines are neither malevolent nor purely virtuous; rather, they orchestrate the dreamlody of individualism amidst the galactic symphony of interconnected beingness. The ego has its moment in the limelight—nay, it relishes the cosmic disco-ball revolving in our cognizance-skyscape, casting radiant beams of “I” and “me,” illuminating the intricacies of our illusory stage.
However, the artful juggling of ego and transcendent quietude necessitates a careful choreography, like navigating the whirling wonders of a whimsiwhirl, a celestial object comprised of imagination and playful nonsense. For the ego to cha-cha gracefully in sync with the boundless One, the Infinite Show Director, we must allow its dance card to remain ever so fluid. Adherence to rigidity, the very antithesis of our fluidconscious essence, leads to a congealment of spiritual energies, thereby disrupting the natural ebb and flow of Divine Wavelengths. The ego, then, can act as both instigator and negotiator between the visible and the ineffable, bridging realms that often exist in vibrational disharmony.
When our ego reclines, when it disentangles itself from the tendrils of its own lore, we witness the blooming of ethereal posiblossoms—multicolored blossoms of potentiality and wonder—in the garden of Now. The sunflowers of Silence turn their radiant faces toward the Sun of Unknowing, photosynthesizing the mystical photons that penetrate the soil of our being. Here in this fecund space, the ego becomes a guest enjoying an eternal festivoyage, a journey of festive enlightenment, rather than an unwelcome visitor casting shadows over our celestial fiesta.
The ego, then, doesn’t merely serve hors d’oeuvres; it becomes an exquisite taster, a connoisseur of both the mundane and the sublime, finding their unity in the grand banquet of existence. Encouraging the ego to vacate its throne occasionally, to swing gently on the hammock of not-knowing, is to invite a greater receptivity to the quiet fireworks of the ineffable, the silent sermons preached in the cathedral of Allness. And in this church with neither walls nor ceilings, we—the ego and the infinite—dance to a song that has no beginning and no end, a circular ballad sung by the Universe itself.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We discuss the nuanced role of the ego in our shared journey of self-discovery and cosmic awareness. The ego is neither an adversary nor a savior; rather, it serves as an active participant in the multifaceted, ever-expanding narrative of Existence. By encouraging the ego to adopt a fluid dance card, we permit it and the greater Self to engage in a harmonious choreography, a cosmic waltz, in the theater of Life.
Glossarium
- Dreamlody: The blending of dreams and melody, representing the interconnectedness of all states of consciousness.
- Whimsiwhirl: A celestial object of playful imagination and nonsense.
- Fluidconscious: The fluid nature of our awareness that refuses to be confined.
- Posiblossoms: Blossoms of potentiality and wonder.
- Festivoyage: A voyage marked by perpetual celebration and enlightenment.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
- Max Ehrmann, “Desiderata”
We welcome your thoughts, space traveler of the cosmic tapestry.
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