Sweet Feral Children
OSHO: The Art of Listening ...
As I am making friends with the sort of feral child beginning of my human experience, while I practice forgiving more replications of these events of abuse, and neglect, I am meeting my old fear mind. Can armies exist within the cold-hearted battlefield of boot camp Mom and Dad soldiers, and police, where whole Earth juries make bets on the side which pant leg will dirty, from random hangings? What judge is not barren-Soul unforgiven under black robes, and uncomfortable stiff collars with judgmental heart-mirrors reflecting back, daily, their own personal judgmental Karmic perpetrators?
Is all this meanness, and stark cold mission uniform marching along, alone, just inside me, or are there others out there, that see the futility of freezing to death out on coldhearted Duality Patsy Earth? Can it, ever be OK to take the heart, and soul right out of an innocent child, and circle the valley of fish in a barrel of slaves for the sake of Draconian exploitation, and matching corporate T shirt logos? Are we alive, or are we dead to worship symbols in our daft mindless minds, while we remain unteachable in the faces of, whole generations of innocent children of God, that come within range of our crocodile neglect?
As I have been asking for, even more willingness to turn within to seek God, within the heart of all of us, we are joining our stories of adventures here on Earth, and I am considering the reality of, all of us retaining some semblance of an ancient-youth collective mind of feral beginnings. What if we have, all become cold-hearted here, and I am just the little fish, that would like to discuss water, and the little bit of oxygen, that soon will be sold to us, just like the water?
Can God be so everlasting sweet nurturing, and Peace of Love, that ONENESS can, even change my old tired mind, to forsake the dream of fear, and death, that rocks in the cradle of scintillating blue/green crystalline Earth Light, by just forgiving? Was I safe, all this time within the loving flow of Karmic Delight, as I was given the gift to seek Spirit Conscience within our pretend separation, as I tried to make friends with other lost souls, and receive our gift of Love from manifold infinity? What is the essence of our Sovereign Unity, except the One of us, that activates the Light of forgiveness, within every cell of our One body, and mind, that frees, all our dust in the harsh winds of Time?
There is no better motive, than to discern the truth of what is, and is ‘not’ True here, and it is a true privilege to sense our collective sorrow, and suffering, and then turn in to, only trust the trustworthy of Immortal Love this life, as we pay it forward by moving backward from separation. Since we pretend ourselves here, then, may we, all begin to pretend ourselves right back out of here? I can see us as Holographic Illusion mirror Saviors in Karmic Delight, not self-punishment-projected collective consciousness ‘misery loves company’ victim/victimizer/caretaker Patsies.
Why would I want to continue to judge myself as the ‘unique feral child’, when it can, just be our shared perception of the difference between everyone else, and ‘unique me’, that only helps us, ‘seem’ more comfortable? I have no more separation sorrow, than anyone, just more compassion, perhaps, that comes with knowing my own suffering, from forgiveness, that opens up more discernment. I don’t know, maybe, but, just another good thought?
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