Living with Electric Demons
Welcome back to a place where humans are allowed to be humans with all our foibles, a place that resonates with all of Life.
I woke this morning, early, laid quiet, awake, remembering the residuals of the night’s journey. Lately, these nightly excursions into the purity of consciousness punctuate the enclosure that savagely greets us from the moment the eyes open, casting a veil over the revelations of the night.
Yet, each instant of the day, everything noticed in the night-light comes forth from the soul meeting the ever-emerging Soul of the World. This bursting forth of Life also quickly clouds over in an instant and the Wholeness of things hides behind the falseness of the already- known.
What seems true of this particular time of anamnesis, troubled anamnesis, consists of the constantly felt almost electrical feeling of the inner body, a curtain in front of the curtain that programs the whole of experience.
I’ve been working to remove the electric curtain of the falsely known world. Inwardly, not with the mind, but with attention itself, utilizing it like an invisible blackboard eraser, starting anywhere, and wiping out the constructed world. Wiping away the streets, the telephone poles and wires, houses, highways, cars, cars, and cars, the elimination goes on and on – television, the screen this is being written on, cities, airplanes, “smart”-phones, stores, restaurants, grocery stores, Zoom, and the preying invisibilities too – government, the ocean of the daily untruth tsunami, the rush of unconscious people. And more and more.
Of it all, the revelatory wiping away the inner felt electronic currents announces as the most powerful. The currents seem to be presences, demon particles who are skilled in dividing themselves into such small pieces that who they are remains undetectable. We all have our demons, but please, Soul, let us be able to meet them with clarity.
By now, through practices, some introduced here, a partial but extremely delicate uncovering of truth-felt consciousness occurs through awakening sleeping heart desire with tapping the thymus. Almost dizzying, but present long enough to pour attention into the thinly felt veil of invisible light at the edges of body while inwardly saying the sacred word “Heart”, the living heart stirs into consciousness and meets the world in Her pristine realness. Like consciousness taking a shower.
Why won’t you stay, be here, we belong together, we create each other, don’t we? How can falsity possibly be more resilient than Her presence as delicate truth impinging the body?
It is the electric currents, the false light, the doubled light of the creative Light.
Light emanates from Light, becoming each instant, emanating and echoing within itself. The constant rhythmic light meeting its contraction back into itself births water and land, gemstones, color, plants and animals and humans. The essential rhythm of creating, just as any mother giving birth goes through -- pushing to bring forth life, contractions, and more visioning life… until the mystery of birth happens. The excruciating miracle of all creating. As for mothers, so also for the world.
The creating veils itself, inviting the intimacy of search, but now, in the collapsing world, the veil itself is veiled. Electricity pulses, alternating current, now revved up in frequencies upon frequencies, turning on the light, the bulb brightening a false and materialized illuminating of the world. Neon and bulbs and screens and satellites roboting us, obscure the deep womb of the happening of birthing of Life. Light as particled light, punctuates into vicious emotions, confusion, error, devouring the desire of creating wanting to happen, splitting the true atoms of every human. We become dulled, desiring the comfort of the already-created rather than going through psychic birth pains.
The inner work of erasing seems to be a primary event guiding further re-search. When the electric, sharp and edgy cuttings of the divided inner life are erased, a union of the body with Earth awakens. For a few moments the constant happening of Earth as one, intertwining each one with One, the way of Love occurs. How to sustain it? This has something to do with noticing that we are all one, undergoing moments of nodal gatherings that forgetfully separate.