A human being’s internal jigsaw puzzle is a compendium of opposite forces that struggle against each other both day and night. It’s a chaotic rendition of love-starved soap operas that reek from a lack of spiritual nourishment. The economic world provides a false image of security that cannot embrace the unknown, fears of old-age and death, and a family life vanquished by forces outside of one’s control. Most life choices underscore how people rely on illusion to justify their existence, a floating world of images that are more dreamlike than the dreams we have while asleep. Nothing is long-lasting, not our minds or bodies or emotions or fashionable clothing, bank accounts, furniture or accessories that convey a false sense of permanence. We pride ourselves on accomplishments, but old age, illness, and the fear of death riddle the remainder of one’s life with dread and a lack of understanding. Internal harmony and balance are often missing.

The constant enigma and subtle meaning of one’s life slips past, and one retires to a world replete with kaleidoscopic thoughts of the past and no idea what a diminished future will bring. They pooh-pooh internal realization and navigate the rough and tumble of economics leaving one with little or no capacity to deal with the unknown…and have questions that are never answered: “Why was I born? What is my purpose here? Who am I? Can I distinguish between illusion and reality?” And on and on ad infinitum in a struggle to justify one’s very existence.

Without internal peace and a deeper sense of fulfillment, with fear that life has already passed them by, the odds and ends of existence soon disappear into the unknown.

All of this addles the brain and keeps human beings at odds with themselves and the world. Without internal peace and a deeper sense of fulfillment, with fear that life has already passed them by, the odds and ends of existence soon disappear into the unknown. Rarely, if ever, does one ask: “What’s missing?” The very thought shakes people to the core of their being. Mediocrity and the mundane become fortresses that keep true creativity at bay, and one accepts life’s etheric haven as a good place to invest their time. It’s like Macbeth’s soliloquy, “Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,” in Shakespeare’s play, an extraordinary poetic rendition of an existential nightmare most people live every day. Time is like the currents of a river that flow past a stationary rock.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Who wants their life to be “…a tale told by an idiot…”, an insignificant and often boring narrative told within the confines of time and space, a narrative that leads us directly to the grave. Who would live this way if they knew how to transform a weakened internal chakra system into a link that connects to both life and spirit, to consciousness that transcends death and the unknown? Who would live this way if they could develop the strength to connect the most powerful realities known to man: one’s objective life (karma) and one’s openness to spirit or Higher Creative Energy…

(To be continued…)

Painting, the battle of alexander
The Battle of Alexander at Issus by Albrecht Altdorfer, German, 16/17th century