Isabella, oil painting by Tom Ferguson
On
some level I am Mona Lisa,… remember that song, Nat King Cole – the voice, just
the chorus? Remember that painting? On some level, there we all are, Mona Lisa,
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa. She’s there (here) vibrating in a smile of being and if
we’re not there with her we’re missing the profoundest experience our senses
can deliver.
We are at the edge of an avalanche of events
which pushes us into the future... all that came before affects us with its
momentum... we can hardly pause to make choices yet that is all we do, make
choices... we choose a story to explain our predicament, we choose an action
based on the values we've chosen... moment to moment... our magnificent
evolution story instills awe and wonder... convincing in it's anthropomorphism,
attributing this goal-making, desirous emerging of consciousness as if it were
already consciously choosing... at odds with the more or less random flux and
scramble that evolution is usually portrayed as ... yet why not?... it HAS to
be intelligent, it IS intelligence, so random is not a satisfying way to
describe its groping proliferation. I have to ponder to accept that the
trajectory is toward cooperation and consciousness but it's plain in
multi-celled organisms and this conversation is an instance of the impulse
towards cooperation as we, together, grope for a deeper glimpse of reality.
Being is an experience which is not of the
intellect,... words can only point at it, name it. It consists, pointing at it,
of feeling, knowing ALL, ONE... the past, the future, the present, the
physical, the metaphysical, vibrating strings, swirling atoms, dividing cells,
slamming doors, devious plans, dancing weekends... distant galaxies,
super-clusters and beyond, all simultaneously... the connection where you
recognize, feel, your connection with
everything else... that is enlightenment, that is beyond the fear that drives
our culture. that is the mindshift that will divert us from extinction. As I
write these words I shift my attention away from fantasies of future/past and paradoxically
recognize
that it
is mind-chatter, word-chatter that separates me from essential reality which is
NOW, here... which is being.
Eckhart
Tolle, and other teachers, suggest that we go to the wordless place, the place
where the mind is still, NOT thinking... that is where we are connected to the
intelligence of the universe and the place is NOW - some like to use the word
God for that, being in the presence of God or Being or just being Present.
These of course are just words that point at an experience, that experience is
the real thing. As soon as we try to "understand it" - with words, it
can fizzle and we are back in ego. Ego wants to be "right", only MY
words are correct, your words are wrong... let's go to war! No, the only access
to BEING, to GOD, is thru the wordless NOW... be here, now,... no words, no
thoughts. Now I can hear you saying it is only thru JESUS that we come to GOD
and Tolle suggests that that is the same thing, words pointing at the same
experience... in fact he quotes from Jesus to support this view, that Jesus was
saying this same thing... the kingdom of god is spread upon the face of the
earth and we do not see it (because we're in our head thinking). How do we go
to the wordless space? We simply become aware, we become the observer. instead
of being the words in our head we observe the words and gradually realize we
are the observer not the words. Some call this prayer but words are tricky and
the mind-chatter habit is ingrained and powerful so we must be careful. I can
accept that the word prayer refers to this state but I prefer the more direct
word awareness, being, since they are less encumbered with the baggage that
blocks being in the moment. Don't judge, just observe – I tell myself.
