We must realize that we are in a trap or a labyrinth; that our character and body are armored and constricted; that there are knots and nets in various areas of our consciousness and our life. If I don’t perceive my imprisonment, my boundedness and limitations, there is really no motivation for change. Transcendence, symbolized by flying or other upward movement, is one of the traditional ways of escape. Transcendence is a going beyond, an alteration of consciousness, that leaves the existing system in place. There is a difference between escaping from the prison and actually transforming the prison- that is, dissolving the armor. The transformation from a state of captivity to a liberated state is reflected in the difference between our concepts of fate and destiny. We fulfill our destiny by exercising our free will. But until our will is, in fact, freed from the fateful, binding consequences of our past tendencies, we cannot really exercise that freedom. We have free will in theory, potentially, but not in practice or actuality- until we are liberated. When, through the process and practice of transformation, we no longer experience ourselves as victims of our fate, we can become masters of our destiny……Ralph Metzner
this is the silent struggle and deep knowing we all carry…..we all know where we sit on this spectrum of victimhood….the experiential fire of awakening, even for a moment, is like earning our wings….flying in dreams…..this is freedom, to take this one small moment and lift it up with attitude…with heart….with surrender…..with twisted grace….
Ask the large questions, but seek
small answers. A flower,
or the space between a branch and a rock,
these are enough.
The stuff of which our everyday lives are actually made holds this eternal life, if we have the eyes to see. My journal carries the record of this realization in a prayer:
You laid bare for all to see how
they lurk at the heart of every situation,
seeds of goodness hidden in the hardest, darkest shells
waiting to be unlocked and stand up again.
Overwhelmed by the tidal waves of Your world
we yearn for Your rescue, pining for some other kind of Presence
than the still, small pulse of life within us.
….Robert Corin Morris