The unreasonable loss you didn’t even realize
RE-Mystifying Life & Reality
The age of information is doing more than saturating and overwhelming our minds. It’s decimating the mystery of life at an unprecedented rate.
Logic, reason, and rationality has turned from a valuable tool into a crutch that is atrophying our spirit in unseen ways.
Science is in the endless pursuit of demystifying and explaining everything, putting us under the spell of illusion that we actually understand or know anything about anything at all.
Science is still baffled by the most base miracle — that all matter is essentially “empty” when you look into it.
Rather than telling you that all matter is energy or consciousness vibrating at the frequency of physicality — I am here to tell you even that is fodder for your overflowing cabinet of reason.
Because reality is truly and totally unreasonable. Un-reason-able.
When is the last time you allowed yourself to be baffled by existence? To be blown into the infinite waters of the sacred mystery we call life and reality? To see consciousness as more than just a tool for awareness and productivity? To see it as more than just a mental faculty?
In the pursuit of debunking religious institutions, we got hypnotized into the collective belief that, “if it ain’t reason-able, it ain’t worth our attention”.
That slowly turned into, “if it ain’t economically valuable, it ain’t rational, and even less worthy of our attention.”
Have you stopped to ponder what is worthy of your attention?
Have you considered that the materially worthless may perhaps be spiritually invaluable?
And what is of worth and value to your spirit, your soul?
Why does life keep feeling empty no matter how much you shove into the void in your being?
What fills you and makes you feel full?
What is the nourishment you have been starved of your entire life?
It’s not knowledge. It’s not studying spirituality.
It’s the mystery.
That which brings you into the complete awe of existence, the bliss of aliveness, the joy of creation.
That which makes everything worth doing and having. Where even simple material pleasures make you overflow with delight.
Can it be named? Can it be known? Can it be called god or spirit or soul?
Does joy, peace, love, bliss, and awe even mean something to someone who has forgotten it completely?
Pause. Feel that. The curiosity for that mystery, the yearning for that infinite aliveness, is still somewhere within you — just waiting for the tiniest grain of your attention.
Whatever the truth is, no one has a total understanding.
“Spiritual scientists” are coming up with all kinds of equations and explanations and “Everything” theories.
And that is the root arrogance of human consciousness — the idea, the toxic belief that we even know what “everything” comprises or means.
As though the universe or multiverse or whatever this absurd thing we call life and reality is, has any real bounds or limitations.
We think that the laws of physics bind the universe together. But they only bind our minds and the limits of our thinking.
Without knowing the true origin, all laws are subject to collapse in the face of whatever is the prime cause that led to what we call existence.
Let’s not forget, whatever is the origin, whether a random accident or a divine miracle, it all emerges from something that even the word nothing cannot truly capture.
The highest mystical and spiritual revelation and knowing is not “The Truth” with a capital T, it’s the recognition of The Unknowable.
The “fact” that the divine mystery is unknowable, even to god itself.
Even god doesn’t know where it all begins and if it ever ends.
But this “god” saw the poor humans struggling and chose to be kind. To calm their anxiety by saying: it all begins and ends with “me”.
And with a huge sigh of relief, the humans went on with their lives, thinking that “at least they know the one who knows it all”.
Until they realize that truly knowing god is knowing the unknowable nature of life and reality. And all reason breaks down into irrationality. The dwelling place of the eternal mystery.
There are higher intelligences that can know and manipulate the laws of physics at levels humans might take eons to reach.
There are humans who master all there is to master about being a human at the highest level of consciousness capable for humans to activate.
No matter how evolved the intelligence, no matter how spiritualized the being —
Knowing is limited to the domain of the knowable. And the Unknowable sits definitely and defiantly at the ever-expanding edges of those limits.
This is humiliating to the rational ego-mind. That miserable arrogant wretch who believes itself to be smarter than all. The one who believes itself to be capable of “anything and everything”.
I speak from knowing and being this wretched being for years. Having become an intimate friend of this “consciousness” that believes itself to be conscious, and yet is nothing more than a bunch of programmed processes firing around randomly, reactively, and causatively.
Thankfully I came to know something beyond it. Not an intellectual knowing. Not something I studied. Something I accidentally stumbled upon and discovered.
Another consciousness. More quiet. More subtle. More at ease. More at peace. One that accepts its nature and stature humbly.
One that is constantly humbled into awe by the miracle of existence.
“Awakening” as I live it, practice it, and teach it, is spending more time in this being than the other. It’s as simple as that.
A being that has deeper clarity. That is moved by play over purpose, and the one who makes all purpose playful. A being that is deeply moved by the world, into joy, passion, and compassion.
One that indulges material pleasures to enjoy them, deeply and delight-fully.
One that sees all life as divine. Everything as full of life rather than empty. Because it is full.
All we see in the world outside is what we feel in the world inside.
When science and the Buddha says all matter is empty, they reflect the inner state of the collective human consciousness.
The one who awakens sees everything is filled and fueled and bubbling with life. Overflowing and spilling over through the interconnected web of being. The one who always sees the entangled chaos as the endless unfolding of a beautiful harmony.
Reading this, there is an inner knowing awakening. But the real question is, will you just keep reading?
Maybe you are waiting for an invitation. Or for the moons to align?
You may be skeptical, but looks like you are still waiting for a sign. Whenever you feel moved, come write me a line.
