Trapped by Love of the Unknown

[Luna Arjuna]

Trapped by Love of the Unknown

To be trapped by love of the unknown is a sacred submission to life by those who have travelled far and now stand on the threshold of home. Regardless of worldly achievement, there is no greater service to the good of the whole than to negate the personal self and surrender everything to the perfection of now. Or, perhaps, there’s something more pressing to attend to do in the world? Only the individual can know when it is time to make the journey back to reality.

The error is that people really believe they are a personal entity which differs from the next person. In truth there are no persons – only the appearance of bodies, each imbued with characteristics as facets of the undivided One. A speck of infinitesimal insignificance we may seem, yet every living creature is essential to the harmony of the whole. Although the forms of life must perish, what is real never dies. Only ignorance of immortal life is resurrected again in matter as another person, another self, set adrift on an odyssey of forgetfulness.

To realise the highest truth involves the big squeeze of the obese self through the minutest aperture of the timeless. Ever more deeply into the abstraction of existence does the truth guide the seeker on their way to a finer version of life, leaving in the wake a thousand pitiable screams of self. ‘Dear God, am I the only one to have been loaded with such an endless supply of emotional pain?’ the person asks. And yet I cry, ‘Kill me now, for it is not I who am dying but my treacherous self, which arose in time and experience.’

The trap was set a long time ago, not by life or God but by humanity itself in its attempt to escape from time by creating a world – a contorted mass impossible to unravel except by the assured touch of the Almighty. Death, the saviour of existence, lovingly and tenderly ensures that all things return to the universal womb to which all are connected as beings of the earth. Only the valiant see God in its formless majesty while alive. This is bestowed at the behest of life as the benediction for humanity’s struggle towards a deepening enlightenment of the human race.

Lance Kelly