Through The Eyes I Occupy
“Am I going to die?” I had to ask.
“No…” my childhood best friend chuckled.
“Oh, man, this is crazy…”
I rest my head on the curve of the backseat next to my childhood best friend feeling like everything was magnified a hundred times closer in feeling like they were super clear to my understanding and life felt more like a beautiful dance than a mundane humdrum.
The view outside the parked car window graced with slowly drooping rain droplets was dimly lit streetlights in a neat corridor loosely hugging the bare, glistening street civilized with an big, open steel block we all know as a dumpster. Behind us was a parking lot and some building. The engine was cut off for several minutes and the warmth from the car heater was slowly dissipating into the stillness right above our heads in the car. We were parked to share a joint. It was actually “accidental” that I ended up there. Then, what are accidents?
That was, now I know, the “beginning” of my Spiritual Life. The “beginning” because I was then nudged towards looking through a window of perception feeling startlingly awakened towards awareness. It first felt like a beam of warmth that felt very weightless yet completely grounding and it encircled me traveling through my body and consciousness around me. It was like deep Silence streaming through me letting me know that what I was seeing was nothing compared to what I was feeling and that the answers we all need throughout the life lay nowhere else but deep in the heart.
Of course, I did not realize that much at that point.
I was thinking how surprised I was that adventure laid in smoking a joint.
Transitions between thinking and being take time, time being each one’s own measurement of readiness. Not everyone is going to wake up because of a joint.
The door to the path of awakening is different for each person. Some people do not even open that door but still, they are somewhere on their life paths. You just either realize or do not realize your life path. Detour signs are not exactly fruitless, either.
There are cosmic meanings to many mundane things, more or less, but that is a side item to the main course this content is. So, the spur of consciousness that enables an awakening involves an intertwinement of connecting and disconnecting. Opening the door towards awakening pretty much equals to what inspires and relaxes you to the max and on that spur of consciousness that connects you celestially through silence and disconnects you from the Maya static. For the readers who have not read my previous postings, Maya means “illusion” in India.
Illusion has many faces. Emotions, Weather, Passersby, Rules, to name a few, can qualify as illusions. An example could be change. More or less, we all change. We all morph with the wind of time. The difference between resisting and accepting change is that resistance doesn’t acquire fresh thoughts, feelings, concepts, and even things the way acceptance will rein in new perspectives, sensations, experiences, and ideals. Here I am briefing on the essence of understanding Maya (Illusion) to enhance the quality of your inner and outer lives. We kind of have two lives going on if not more. The inner life is commonly locked up and put away often by distraction, medication, or plain suppression. The outer life is what is; how we rise to, go about, lay to the day. If you are one to say you only have time for your outer life, be kind enough to come inside and say hello to your inner life.
Don’t fear your core.
It is all you have.
Stephanie Gasco is a sea of passions and ideals with the shield of skepticism.