The Shift In Consciousness

Call It What You Want

Dear Friend,

Since the local authority brought in parking charges on our street, it’s a lot quieter here. Without the restrictions, understandably, people would park and then get the train into town or whatever. Some days you’d find yourself driving round for twenty minutes trying to find a parking spot. You could alternatively just drag your wheelie bins into the road to reserve your place. Generally the wheelie bin’s would be respected, if not perhaps also resented maybe.

There’s a guy here who makes a living buying and selling second hand cars so he’ll have a collection of them dotted around the local streets. He’s had a way round the parking regulations from the beginning. He just removes the registration plates. That has the parking attendants stumped, and the police have other priorities round here so it’s working for him. If he didn’t do it, he’d not be able to feed his family.

Sticklers for the rules won’t, but I kind of like that about our neighbourhood. There’s another part of my mind that can get upset and judgemental about it, if I don’t watch out for it.

This morning another neighbour is diving headfirst into his glove compartment. He’s fishing out his licence plates and fixing them on the car, using a velcro system. Strong stuff that holds. He’s on alert making sure nobody is paying attention, which they’re not, except for me. It’s just life outside the window.

I get it.

I can see why people get annoyed too. Also why the parking restrictions were brought in, in the first place.

The buddha taught to look at things from 108 points of view, but practically four or five are enough to get the idea across.

I can see why people make decisions that compromise their freedoms and well-being.

I can see why people want revenge.

I can see why people hurt themselves.

I can see why people act without honour.

I can see how I’m wrong about so many things, my own blindness is apparent to me and hidden at the same time.

Being able to look at life from multiple points of view leads you into a place where you just don’t know anymore with certainty.

I don’t want it anyway.

Certainty.

That’s what the algorithms are leveraging.

These people are right and these are wrong.

In groups and out groups.

Good and bad.

It’s not laziness to realise you don’t know, that there isn’t one adversarial position where the superhuman bearers of truth battle the forces of darkness and evil.

It’s not like that.

As the false self becomes known to you, its strangle hold is loosened. There’s more room to breathe. When we can step back and observe our own reactions we are dis- identifying with them.

Just the act of observing is a shift in consciousness. Over time you find yourself sliding into a new dimension where the world is different.

The more space opens up inside you the less shocked you are by the jagged edges of things.

Angels minister to you.

Whatever language you want to use.

Everyone is looking for the safety of love and friendship.

Under the direction of the false self we’re looking for it where it can never be found.

That’s the core strategy, seek but never find.

You can see it playing out all around us.

Attacking and defending.

Beliefs.

Good and bad. Right and wrong. Us and them.

Dualistic thinking.

How long before it stops?

I don’t know.

How about now?

You will not meet a being in this world who is immune to suffering.

You might meet them while they still think of themselves as immune.

Or that they are the only ones to suffer.

Or that they are invincible and you are a piece of crap on their shoe.

Or you just don’t exist and are nothing but an obstacle in their way.

Everything passes.

It’s a matter of time.

Compassion is inclusive.

To meet one another in mutual friendship.

Love.

Connection.

Union.

To share abundance.

All requires a shift in consciousness.

From dual to non dual.

That’s where we’re heading, though you wouldn’t think it.

Looking at it through the algorithms.

Till tomorrow

Love

Mikey