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Tuesday, February 26, 2008

The Butterfly

by White Feather

There are three people who go out into the forest to sit down and meditate. All three of you get comfortable and relaxed and get into the deepest meditative state you can. You enter a deep and peaceful state.

Suddenly, a butterfly flies by all three of you. It spirals in and out, up and down, and all around you. One of you grabs the butterfly net beside you and gets up and chases the butterfly hoping to catch it. The second one of you "becomes" the butterfly and follows it in their mind. The third one observes the butterly but once it has flown by ignores it and keeps its focus on the bountiful forest surrounding them.

Who am I? I am none of the those sitting in the forest and meditating. I am the butterfly and I am long gone before any of those three people can react. I am here and then I am gone.

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Sunday, February 17, 2008

Birthing Thoughts

by White Feather

When humankind decides to truly put passion behind its endeavors then life on this planet will change more radically than it ever has--and in a startling short amount of time. Such a large percentge of humans sleepwalk through their daily lives, doing what needs to be done to "make a living" or get by but there is very little passion behind what they do. Humans generate gazillions of thoughts but very, very few of those thoughts are ever completed. 99.9 % of those thoughts are thought but are never given life. There is no true passion behind their creation. There is very little desire. There is little joy.

When you think a thought and it seems like a good thought it doesn't seem to go anywhere. Why is that? Expectation has a lot to do with it. We all have thought zillions of thoughts and most all of them never reached fruition. We are conditioned to expect failure. These expectations cut off the life that we should be feeding those thoughts.

Every thought is a like a baby. How would you feel if you were pregnant and after 9 months of pregnancy the fetus was stillborn? How would you feel if after your second preganancy the baby was once again stillborn? What if you got pregnant 29 times and every time you ended up with a stillbirth?

Every thought is like a pregnancy. How would you feel if all your thoughts ended up stillborn? Most human thoughts end up that way. They are thought but never given life.

When your pregnancies result in stillbirth after stillbirth after stillbirth it becomes hard to treat a new pregnancy with the love, joy, and excitement necessary to put life into that baby. And so it is with our thoughts. We are so conditioned with failure that it is very hard to treat our thoughts with the joy and exhilaration needed to spark life into them. With so many stillbirths we have come to expect stillbirths. In this way expectation has seriously short circuited our creative abilities.

But we go on creating. But our creations don't seem to have life. They don't go anywhere. How do we put life back into our thoughts? How do we truly create? How do we go beyond the habitual sleep walking that characterizes our lives? What does passion have to do with it? What does love have to do with it? How can we create without expectations? How can we expect only incredible creations when so many of our creations die on the vine? How can we go beyond the conditioning of lifetimes? How do we break that mold?

When a child is born and it takes its first breath and it's alive how do we then react? Do we allow that baby its life or do we continue trying to recreate it and mold it? Do we let it go, giving it only the love it needs to unfold? Or do we strangle it with our expectations?

Every thought we have is like a baby. We have thousands of thoughts every hour. How many of them live? How many of them come to fruition and grow? How many are completed? How do we treat all those many thoughts? Every thought we have is tainted with our expectations and fueled with our passion--or lack thereof. Every thought has a life all its own and, once thought, is no longer ours. Every thought leaves the womb of our being and travels the universe forever....until it is manifested.

How careful are we with our thoughts? How purposeful are we with our thoughts? How do we treat the pregnancy of each thought? How joyous is the birth of each thought? How willing are we to let go of each thought and let it live its own life?

How unconditional are we with each thought? Every expectation we place on a thought strangles that thought. We cannot let go of a thought if we have any expectations placed on it. Most thoughts are killed by our expectations. Every thought that we hold onto and won't let go of contributes to our own death.

If every thought is like a baby and 999 out of every 1,000 thoughts are either stillborn or die quickly right after birth then how does that affect our thinking (creative abilities)? What expectations does that engender in us? Do we tend to become failure oriented? Do we tend to put less excitement into each thought? Do our thoughts become routine and perfunctory and doomed with expectations of failure? Do we start generating thoughts in a robotic way without any excitement or love or joy? Do we stop creating and simply maintain a hamster wheel stasis devoid of any excitement and joy and love and beauty?

Most importantly, how do we change that? How do we change how we carry our pregnancies and how do we change how we give birth and how do we change how we love what we give birth to? How do we replace expectations with unconditional passion? How do we unconditionally love our thoughts as the divine creations that they are?

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