Rent to Own



There are so many stories of awakening from Eckart Tolle’s magic night when he uttered the words “I can’t live with myself,” and his egoic mind dissolved in a flash of light, to the powerful and dramatic stroke of insight of Jill Bolte Taylor which brings a physical reality to this spiritual path.  And its not only for the elite as we are also reminded by former hee-haw star Mike Snider who tells his story with banjo in hand.  Even non-seekers can find the Truth as I am fortunate to know from direct experience with a redneck guru that I share my life with who awakened to the Truth during his own health crisis.

There is no doubt in my mind, that these and many other teachers and unpublished sages have each uncovered the smokey mirror.  Though their paths may be different, the Truth seems to be universal across time and cultures.  The peace and bliss we see in the eyes of an awakened master can be intoxicating or indeed so utterly ordinary we may not recognize it through our own self@center perspective.  None the less, we WANT what THEY HAVE.  We seek inner peace, bliss, and tranquility whether from our CVS pharmacy, cross training, meditation, satsang retreat or candy crush saga.  Why?  Because the noise and chaos of our high-tech world and our Facebook friends can become overwhelming and the ache in our core that says is there anything more makes us reach for pain relief in any shape or form.

When my life is manageable, I seem patient to wait for last step through the gateless gate.  But at times like this, when my health has declined and my mind collapses under the pressure of life’s twists and turns, I find myself seeking with urgency to blast through the wall of fear and failure as if it was a matter of life and death.  So I surrender, I wallow, I tap dance and swallow any metaphoric pill that promises salvation.  Because I need a summer vacation from the monkey mind and this tired worn out body of mine.

Small wonder that desperately seeking soothing does not lead to a box office hit.  At best, I can rest in the space of stillness that I have found to be accessible to me if only for brief moments in time.  I know this unity consciousness to be real, however the realness of my instagram identity holds on even harder so that the “me” that I seem to be seeking with is one in the same with that which prevents me from seeing.  So, if I can’t buy the farm now with my Bitcoin then I will settle for the rent-2-own layaway option, whereby I visit Śūnyatā until one day it is my own.

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