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The Primacy of The Unseen

We tend to think the inner is an illusion, at best a ghostly image of the outer world. And thought itself we regard as a pale counterfeit of reality. Everything is an adjunct of the brain. This despite the fact that we rely totally on thought to arrive at that, and similar, conclusions. Despite the fact that we trust implicitly these conclusions. Thought is a poor relation; feeling is a maverick – each person’s wayward child; will is a surprise – we tolerate it when it is handled boldly, when it confers advantages. This is the human being in negative – the way we see ourselves as a result of habitual materialism. We fail to see that these powers of the inner life are rooted in a unity and that their reality, in the end, goes far beyond anything you can touch or feel or see. After all, everything in the material world depends on the transference of energy from one form into another to give it life and motion. The powers of the inner life are original, volatile tools of creation.

They are not merely wayward, maverick, unexpected or to be easily dismissed. They are original forces in their own right. I am arguing here for the reality of the unseen, but also for the organizing principle behind it. If you will let it be so, if you will allow for the primacy of the inner life in all its truth, then you are creating the conditions for the genuine ego – the inner self in its incontestable reality – to step forward and take the reins, not only of your own inner life, but of the conditions of the world out there. Of course materialistic thinking doesn’t wish to let that happen. It has its own hidden agenda, which is precisely to prevent the inner being from coming to birth in the world. The way to do this is to perpetuate the illusion that the inner life is a mere shadow, a phantasm of the brain, a shibboleth. In that light the powers of the soul can never be more than erratic personal possessions. And that way lies depression, suicide, nihilism – because the soul can never grant itself its own validity.

And, lastly, there is no question of freedom, free action in the world, unless the inner being reaches down into your arms – right down into the fingertips. There will be no right judgement, no right word, unless the voice of the true self slips like a higher chord into your own voice. Two different voices may be saying exactly the same thing: one has unfreedom in it, the other has freedom. Listen and you will hear. Decide which one is echoing in your own voice. The greatest illusion in the world is the one which illusion itself tries to teach: that everything inside you is not real. This deception will only grow more acute with time. It will become the make-or-break principle. Be prepared!

 

 

Unbind

I walked around my sleeping self and found

another who was waking in my limbs -

there’s nothing in the world to which he’s bound -

he rises as the light around me dims.

He doesn’t think as I do, line his mind

with doubts that can’t be answered, truths untrue -

he stretches with my arms, his hands unbind

the cords which tie the world to me and you.

 

 

Song

 

I wonder how to set the world free,

to loose its ties of blood and tribe and kin,

to oust the old dictatorship I see

in everything that claims to make it spin.

If I can find the free man in my arms,

whose god was never printed on a note,

who turns the globe to love its free-born charms,

then I’ll have found the right song in my throat.

 

 

Lengthen

And if the man inside me walks on air,

the air he walks on is my inner mind -

he strengthens as each day in spring grows fair,

his freedom is the silent, homeless kind.

And yet his arms reach down inside of mine,

his voice slips like a chord into my song -

and as the sun will lengthen all its shine,

so will my stride increase as he grows strong.

 

Best wishes, today,

Landar

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