Another beauty Shiv! I love the way you brought all those imaginings together and what a beautiful insight. The ego, viewed as an imaginary friend ❤️ This has created an immediate shift to that narrative companion here! 🙏🏻❤️
Thank you for tracking how seemingly random images and words come to you as you are listening for what wants to be known. I enjoyed the peek behind the process, the openness and inclusiveness, and then the seeing how the seemingly random threads weave together.
Yes… the ego programming for our survival does not die until we surrender the lovely borrowed raiment of body… but we definitely need to train & tame our egos in order to be fully human… (& quiet the monkey mind) …some societies make that easy / this particular Euro/western one that thinks it’s in charge makes this an onerous task… some years of observation certainly help, as does the training of stallions for example 🌬️♥️♥️ well done, ur consciousness, still cooking
I have been fascinated for a very long time the creative process for writers, actors, painters, any artist really.
What I have found is that we each find our own way unique to each of us. My way is not your way and I can never emulate your way.
After reconciling with the ego, what I have found is that my writing is like a spigot that I can turn on and off at will. The only difference, I cannot control whether it is a drip drip drip of words or a full on title wave or something in-between.
Thank you for sharing, most keep this to themselves.
Growing up in a religious family, schooling at an institution with close affinity to a Hindu missionary group, listening to Gita and Vedanta discourses (good ones, with great teachers that I look back with only fond memories), the ideas of Maya-Leela, Purusha-Prakriti are familiar.
There have been moments when the awareness - of being and experience as playmates, is strongly felt & evident; almost a necessity. That existence, and by extension consciousness, is just a vast playground (a probability space) for all possibilities to unfold, where the IS is just exploring its limits. But there is the lingering doubt, am I feeling this because I have listened to these ideas in my formative years? Am I just rehashing old memories and conditioned thoughts. Who knows.
Somewhere in my mid 20s, lost my belief and still consider myself an atheist. But have always been spiritual, without effort. Your lines on God (I still hesitate to use a G) tell me something of that sort has gone through you as well :)
Thank you for the glimpse into the process. Have always been curious about it. You continue to guide.
Arun - that is the thing about the intellect. It can guess and it can also second guess. There is no way for it to know whether what it knows comes from itself or from what it has learned in the past.
Intuition on the other hand neither guesses nor second guesses. It intuits - which means it imbibes truths from the ethers. The ancients were a deeply intuitive lot and what they prescribed/described was their intuitive process - not their intellectual.
For me reading excerpts from the upanishads now is a wondrous phenomenon. Because what I feel I am reading is a transliteration of my own insights, just in different language. The same goes for the Gita, the bible, the Buddhist teachings, the Tao te Ching - I see in them reflections of what I can see and experience viscerally.
Till such time that intuition takes over completely, will continue to have to resort to the intellect.
I can only imagine what it must feel like to totally relate to the language of allegories that fill Upanishadic literature. I envy you but in a good way if that makes sense. I am happy for you, truly 😊
Wow no words here. The playground for Consciousness says it all. Thanks for sharing. My essays also write itselves. For some intuitive flow I sit every morning behind a typewriter and let the thing happen. Typewriting is my thing to access this flow state, since I learned how to do it when I was about 12 years old. At that time in the 70’s it would be a competitive differential in the workplace as my father use to say.
Now it’s much more than that, it’s the vehicle to share consciousness looking at itself.
Another beauty Shiv! I love the way you brought all those imaginings together and what a beautiful insight. The ego, viewed as an imaginary friend ❤️ This has created an immediate shift to that narrative companion here! 🙏🏻❤️
Thank you for tracking how seemingly random images and words come to you as you are listening for what wants to be known. I enjoyed the peek behind the process, the openness and inclusiveness, and then the seeing how the seemingly random threads weave together.
Very grateful to be invited backstage - this was quite wonderful!
I’m glad you enjoyed it Renaee
Yes… the ego programming for our survival does not die until we surrender the lovely borrowed raiment of body… but we definitely need to train & tame our egos in order to be fully human… (& quiet the monkey mind) …some societies make that easy / this particular Euro/western one that thinks it’s in charge makes this an onerous task… some years of observation certainly help, as does the training of stallions for example 🌬️♥️♥️ well done, ur consciousness, still cooking
Beautiful Shiv, resonates a lot with both my preferred way of writing *and* my experience with my "Wilson"
dear shiv,
i love it!
a few lines that i particularly love:
"I speak of my ego in such a way that might give the impression that he is real. He is my “Wilson”."
"Consciousness is the imagination of God.
And we are God’s imaginary friends."
thank you so much for sharing!
love
myq
Thank you for giving us a little peek behind the curtain Shiv. I’m changing my screensaver to a football now 😂
Technically Wilson was a volleyball, Karl 🏐
Beautiful piece.
I have been fascinated for a very long time the creative process for writers, actors, painters, any artist really.
What I have found is that we each find our own way unique to each of us. My way is not your way and I can never emulate your way.
After reconciling with the ego, what I have found is that my writing is like a spigot that I can turn on and off at will. The only difference, I cannot control whether it is a drip drip drip of words or a full on title wave or something in-between.
Thank you for sharing, most keep this to themselves.
Growing up in a religious family, schooling at an institution with close affinity to a Hindu missionary group, listening to Gita and Vedanta discourses (good ones, with great teachers that I look back with only fond memories), the ideas of Maya-Leela, Purusha-Prakriti are familiar.
There have been moments when the awareness - of being and experience as playmates, is strongly felt & evident; almost a necessity. That existence, and by extension consciousness, is just a vast playground (a probability space) for all possibilities to unfold, where the IS is just exploring its limits. But there is the lingering doubt, am I feeling this because I have listened to these ideas in my formative years? Am I just rehashing old memories and conditioned thoughts. Who knows.
Somewhere in my mid 20s, lost my belief and still consider myself an atheist. But have always been spiritual, without effort. Your lines on God (I still hesitate to use a G) tell me something of that sort has gone through you as well :)
Thank you for the glimpse into the process. Have always been curious about it. You continue to guide.
Arun - that is the thing about the intellect. It can guess and it can also second guess. There is no way for it to know whether what it knows comes from itself or from what it has learned in the past.
Intuition on the other hand neither guesses nor second guesses. It intuits - which means it imbibes truths from the ethers. The ancients were a deeply intuitive lot and what they prescribed/described was their intuitive process - not their intellectual.
For me reading excerpts from the upanishads now is a wondrous phenomenon. Because what I feel I am reading is a transliteration of my own insights, just in different language. The same goes for the Gita, the bible, the Buddhist teachings, the Tao te Ching - I see in them reflections of what I can see and experience viscerally.
Very very humbling.
Till such time that intuition takes over completely, will continue to have to resort to the intellect.
I can only imagine what it must feel like to totally relate to the language of allegories that fill Upanishadic literature. I envy you but in a good way if that makes sense. I am happy for you, truly 😊
Wow no words here. The playground for Consciousness says it all. Thanks for sharing. My essays also write itselves. For some intuitive flow I sit every morning behind a typewriter and let the thing happen. Typewriting is my thing to access this flow state, since I learned how to do it when I was about 12 years old. At that time in the 70’s it would be a competitive differential in the workplace as my father use to say.
Now it’s much more than that, it’s the vehicle to share consciousness looking at itself.
All the best and may the flow be with you ⚡️
Very cool, Cadu
I love how you describe this relationship and your creative process, weaving together these fabulous sharings. A process I much identify with myself.
Thank you Zoe. All the best on your adventure.