Human life is not for wimps. The divine human animal alive in a body on a planet faces and deals with catastrophe of some form or another all the time, it happens in our lives, in the lives of those we know and love, we hear about it happening somewhere on the planet every day. There are horrors and catastrophes aplenty and much of them affect us, we remember them, we find them here in the present and we anticipate them. Much of our lives are spent avoiding them, coping and compensating for them, anesthetizing the pain of them, and nothing we do keeps them at bay. We are in a panic or a frenzy in regard to them, depressed or resigned, grieving, overwhelmed, fixing and repairing the damage, or in a rage and wanting to obliterate some cause of them so they can never happen again. As quick as a finger snap life changes on a dime, suddenly nothing is ever the same.
Deer freeze in the headlights, they run headlong into cars… isn’t there after all these decades of automobiles on roads something that could happen in deer consciousness so they get that these things that come are to be avoided at all costs? Where’s the survival instinct at the very least to tell the whole species to recognize vehicles on roads are killing them? Apparently there’s no avoiding these catastrophes for deer or for vehicles. Isn’t it so? Other than riding horses, or going on foot or bike, we’re going to drive and encounter deer and they us.
We’re going to live and encounter catastrophe. Strangely, weirdly catastrophe can be bliss, and bliss can be catastrophe, and here we recognize perspectives, different perspectives. We can be in the midst of an experience that is horrifying and be in bliss, many people report this. It’s an experience that breaks apart our resistance at a fundamental level, like when we face death, or die: the biggest catastrophe of life is to lose it, or to die in horrible torturous ways, or to be a burden on others, to die when we still have children to raise, before we’ve completed our purpose, or for children to die, to lose who and what we love…
Now we recognize why bliss is so feared: because it is equally catastrophic to the self living life in a body on earth. Bliss can blow our life up, literally end it, put it in the void, not only the person living it but all the things we did, felt, thought, believed, were convinced of, the way we operate, from where we operate, how we relate, boom, gone! In an instant a breakthrough of grace, bliss, truth, love, freedom, peace and nothing is the same. Our life as we knew it to be is over. And this happens again and again and again! As much as we may want it, we are also terrified of it. Our bliss unearths the places where our souls were ravaged in catastrophe, tragedy, trauma after trauma, they come alive again in some awful holodeck program where our world today is unblelievably just like it was when the horrors initially happened, they are doing what those people did – here we go again. Getting blissed out is not the fun its been cracked up to be! We seem to go far into opposite extremes. We suffer the ravaged human soul of our own lifestream, and of the collective human consciousness, of the planet enduring our insanity. Nirvana and samsara erupt like volcanos of wonder and horror within us!
Amid catastrophe and bliss, when we neither seek nor avoid either, when we lose desire for one over the other we can realize something deeper that is never swayed, moved, ecstatic or dismayed. We can discover the silent stillness ever here now. Amid all the noise and confusion of trying to cultivate enlightenment, clearing out observations, lightening up the shadow, of trying to get where we’re not, seeking nirvana, bringing heaven to earth, thinking — believing — convinced we need something we don’t have, that we absolutely have to change what we do have – amid the catastrophe we are, there is also no catastrophe.
We cannot acquire this, learn it, cultivate it, meditate for lifetimes to get what is already here, what we already have fully available right here and now as we are, where we are, in whatever state, situation or circumstance we are in, war raging or peaceful mountain valley lake. Here amid the greatest blackout storm of the century obscuring the sun for centuries, of abject most wretched suffering, pain and loss; Here amid the most wondrous experience of joy human and divine beyond imagining; Here amid the mundane stupefying crass daily grind; always Here Now amid everything, This Is.
When we are graced to intuit, to get and understand this very good news, to recognize our true nature ever still here now then our striving for safety, our hope for health, wealth, happiness both drop away from externalized conditions and circumstances, and also drop away from all the internalized strategies, machinations, and our hopelessness drops away also. We discover an ability to fully, wholly, completely Be Here Now with courage, strength, resourcefulness, clarity, peace, joy, love, compassion, generosity, willingness; an ability to be engaged profoundly with what is with greater and greater ease and grace. The capacity to Be Still and Know This and kindly let be and let This Flow is inherent to us. This Life unfolds such that This we are experiences being fully Alive as Aliveness living humanly, a divine human creature made whole in full spectrum Conscious Presence. That This loses itself in it’s Life, amazing! That This finds itself in it’s Life, wondrous grace!
This good news received, really taken in allows a relaxation to take place in the system, allowing an openness to naturally bloom from within, bringing with it fruits of blessing and benediction that touch all areas of our being and of human and all life on planet earth naturally sharing, co-creating, playing, exploring, venturing, discovering, merging, emerging, experimenting, expressing the uncontainable vastness of our boundless True Nature with one another in peace, joy, freedom of simply Being as we are right now. Be Still. Let all come and go, arise, pass away and return in vivid display as they do and simply just Be. When something is stuck in your craw, Be. When an issue is a persistent pest, such a gift! Be. In ecstatic wedded bliss, Be. At your or your loved one’s deathbed, Be. You will see, you can’t help but Be, dead or alive.
This Only Is…
Still amid bliss and catastrophe.
catastrophe or bliss?