August 2009 Archives

From the blog, Living in a Pefect World

Life’s passing moments, abstract as some may be, seem so final. I guess that is natural for us to see them in this way. After all, we are only human. Most of us are lead around by our feelings. We are pawns, controlled by our perceptions at the most superficial level. We seek to take hold of and sustain control over any and everything we come into contact with. We do so because we view this world as if it were our own and with such great effort exerted to accomplish this task when our plan faulters with change, we suffer.

We do not see the truth of our surroundings. We do not see that change itself is the nature of our world and that nothing is final, not even death. Along with any ending, something else is born— a new beginning. These passing moments are so much more than they seem. They are not fixed. They are the effect of the causes that have come before them and at the time of their passing they will be the cause of the moments that have yet to come. This moment, born of the past, will ripple into the future. It will resonate outward in the form of an ever-widening ring which — in its’ own due time— will effect the whole of existence.

We hold this great power over the future and with great power comes great responsibility. Everything we creat our children will have to endure. The things that we say and do will take on a life of their own and our actions will carry over indefinitely into the sea of endless tomorrows.

We must see each passing moment, not as another stepping stone toward the acquisition of our own selfish concerns, but as another chance to make a difference. As another chance to lend a helping hand to our fellow man, to lift them up in their time of need, and to be a light for each person who has remained huddeled in teh darkness for far too long. I will do my part to move swiftly down this path with compassion and wisdom brightly shining in my heart,. And I can only hope and pray that you will do the say.

Jeheshua.

The new voice returns with another commentary. We hope you will gain something from these. There are more people who will be contributing.. but this is a beginning.

Creating Wisdom We seek escape in every moment; escape from the things in life that we foolishly believe are not of our own making. We are blind to the effects of teh causes that we create and we remain as such until it is too late. We commit actions that lie in total oppostion to our true nature because of the delusions that govern the way in which we see. We ignore the truth and act upon the lie for the purpose of securing and holding indifferently the object of our most current selfish concern. And each time we progress without a strong adverse affect, we grow bolder. The seeds that we plant don’t germinate and spring to life in an instant and so we see the fruit which is produced to be independent of its’ roots. This is where the friction is born. The suffering in life is a constant reminder of our past. It is a softly spoken lesson that all too often falls upon the deaf ears of its’ cultivator. When will we awaken from the dream that binds us within this perpetual cycle? When will we learn to abandon the desire, anger, and greed that has sealed our fate since beginningless time? Why can’t we see taht the end to our suffering doesn’t come through material gain? The end to our suffering can only be sought within our hearts and minds. it is ours for the taking. All that we must do is learn to see that which is right in front of us. Everything that you create you must uendure. So, why not create peace, understanding and forgiveness? Why not create the causes for compassion and wisdom? Why not create love? Jeheshua.

This is a new series of posts for Living in a Perfect World. It's been dormant while we mulled the directions that we wanted to go and found someone whose life makes our personal issues pale in comparison.
You will get to know this person via the column," A Voice from the Inside". Each post will have a separate title and reveal more about its' author Jeheshua. Each weekend will bring a pair of new essays. You are free to comment here. They are also posted on another site and if you want to see them there, you can (www.LA-Story.com) but we would prefer that if you have a comment, please comment here.

Endless Journey

In grasping at the which is new and seizing control, one becomes lost. "Life is chaos".

Once, amongst the silence, peace was realized, but now the twisting wreckage of ceaseless trivia and trash engulfts the constant cycle of my conditioned mind. These fragrmented thoughts and feelings have fromed something that appears to exist independently of themselves-- something that seems so very solid.

Much in the same way that grains of sand form a beach, or waves and tides for the ocean, "they are real." Utterly drreamed and yet at this point, what isn't? Amazingly , " I" am also subject to this logic.

I am a creation, not of a higher power in the traditional sense of teh words, but as a sum total of all parts rendered up until this point. However this state of "being" , so to speak, is far from fixed. What I see as "myself" is actually an everchanging picture of flucturating elements and conscious output, a picture which holds only a very conditional field of focus. " I must be as I am", for this is the way that I am seen. This is the way I see myself.

Couldn't my view be somewhat tainted? Tainted by a habitual need to understand? After all, isn't this mind conditioned by years of social interchange and subsequent programmed development? Am I not infected by all that I hvae learned in the past 26 years of struggle and growth.

With each new concept stumbled upon in my search for truth, another question is rendered. Ilong to exhaust this search for absolution but as each night shifts into day I fail to relinquish control and my journey continues. This torch of inquiry is passed from one spiritual awakening to another in absence of the knowledge from whence it came. Long forgotten are the questions which started this search for answers. None the less, I now move forward to accomplish its' end. Whever end that may be, I do so without fear or contempt for the beliefs of others. Wisdom can be found in the strangest of places once one has learned what to look for. Even in the darkness, the light of emptiness abides. I have realized this blissful truth above all else, and now it is your turn.

An open mind and a heart filled with compassion will carry you in the right direction. Don't be afraid of letting down the walls that you have built. In doing so you will open your mind to the possibility of learning from your heartache. Our past transgressions are purified by the suffereing in our lives, and each time we struggle, we grow.

What’s new with this blog is a new voice that is being added to the mix.

 It’s written by a man and he’s got a lot on his mind and lot to say. You might not get all of it and find that you might have to go back and re-read some of these things. No matter whether you agree or disagree with what he says, he is talking about the world in which he lives— and we all have a chance to take a peek into his life and world. His perfect world is a far cry from the one in which we all wish to have— but then again, maybe it’s very much the same.

A Voice From the Inside  by Jeheshua

 Twilight

 

Most of the time I am in an acceptable state of mind, but I have my moments.  In those seconds just between being awake and dreamking I can remember that day  It’s not what they said, so mas as how they looked at me  when they said it. Their eyes were colod and empty. Their faces  blood red with calculated anger and I can’t help feeling terrible for causing the level of sadness that triggeredd that kind of hate.

 

My pain is hidden well. :et’s face it, I’ve had lots of time to practice, but make no mistake, it is - and will always be— a part of me. As strong as the control over my emotions has become, at times tears break through the outer shell of the box that contains them and rise to the surface.  It is at these times when I am ore in touch with my humanity. At those times, I realize I am not a monster for what I have done because I can feel their pain surge from deep withing and I understand why they hate me.

 

I do not blame them for their ill will. How could I? I feel the same way. It’s at these moments, I am most alive. Between the light and darkeness, I find the twilight of my humanity and I am whole once more. I am free. I am purified by my compassion. Once this same compassion (for the pain I caused) manifested as guilt and threatened to crush me beneath its’ weight, but now each time it rises it reconnects me with the truths that daily living strives to hide. It opens my heart and mind to an indepth appreciation of the little things in life that I once foolishly overlooked. 

 

Yes I cry, but each tear washes me clean. Each droplet falling upon my face bathes me in this everwidening twilight of humanity, and with every beat of my heart  I realize I am not alone. We are all suffering and we must all endure the shackles  of one prison or another. The only way to free ourselves is to step into the twilight together, awakening to our lives, embracing our humanity.

 

Jeheshua  

You will find these posts being posted elsewhere — as there have been another spot where they will be posted.

Welcome to Jeheshua for his contributions.

What’s your “perfect world”?

 LPW

Living In A Perfect World