Is there any such thing as total freedom?


Source: The Liberated Mind

http://aliberated-mind.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-there-any-such-thing-as-total.html

 

Is there any such thing as total freedom? And of far more significance, are we aware that the very answering of this question is a form of bondage? That is, upon looking at this question does one see the fact that any movement of mind in a particular direction creates an illusion of arriving somewhere, in this case, arriving at an answer? Generally speaking, if the answer is: ‘yes, there is such a thing as total freedom’ then it is implied that I somehow know what that freedom is, what it looks like, or where it can be found. All implies a place in the mind where I am to arrive at an answer, a place of security, stability, knowing.

And if one were so convinced that they found the answer one would also be convinced that they could show others, teach others, bring others, convince others of this truth. This, of course, is nothing other than bondage, nothing other than the conditioned movement of mind, that of knowing, that of certainty, that of authority and enslavement to that authority. And if I say: ‘no there is not such a thing as total freedom’ then the question dies, the inquiry ends, and I am left with a purely mechanical life of habitual mind movements, psychological insecurity, and the consequences of such a marriage.

Of course, as we’ve said, which ever answer sways me I can convince myself of its truth and therefore attempt to convince others, defending this unconsciously manufactured truth as if it were an aspect of my very being, which inevitably leads to one or another forms of violence, seeing as my fixed position puts me in conflict with the opposite position, which is equally as fixed. So how about the perspective, the middle path, which says ‘there may be such a thing as total freedom but I do not know what it is’. All I know is that I am currently bound, i am currently not free. I’m bound by my body, its physical capabilities and limitations, I’m bound by the conditions of my life, my culture, my upbringing, my experiences, the power of my capacity for memory, the way my mind moves, my constitution, the period of time I live in, etc. I know that I am bound in these ways, and many, many others. So what? Where does this leave us?

Doesn’t it leave us with exactly what we presently are, and we therefore have the possibility of looking directly at what’s left, all that I am, all that I am currently aware of, looking at my current state of being bound? And in this alternative position of not knowing we all share an equal ability and understanding, don’t we? We are each bound and we can each share with one another the ways in which we are aware of being bound and how we experience that bondage. There is no longer an authority, inside or out. As we share in our common experience we learn to understand one another, our perspectives and how they bind us, our opinions and how they bind us, our conditions and how they bind us, etc. In this sharing there is no conflict between me and you because no one is trying to convince the other of anything, none of us are trying to manipulate the other or get them to change themselves, their perspective, or mind, because again, we are not pursuing an ‘answer’ nor are we convincing one another of a ‘correct’ or ‘superior’ position.

We are only collectively, passively watching the movement of mind as it clings to varying positions due to its particularly conditioned, momentarily relative, mental landscape. We are simply discovering, together, the limitations/boundaries/bondage of the mind and the lives we share, hence we are sharing in the experience of mind and body, and the limitations of each, as one body and one mind. We are sharing in observing, and discovering together, the accumulating movement of mind as it operates without distortion or resistance. And as this inquiry continues we share in the realization that we can, without compulsion or conflict, be aware of an ever widening understanding of the ways and means of our own bondage, the nature and movement of mind and body. And as this network of bondage comes into clearer and clearer view, as the interrelatedness of all matters of life, mind, and bondage to them, reveals itself, there is the possibility of discovering that this very seeing, this very observation, is the other, is total freedom.

The impossability of”Free will” and the bovine herd revisited (or report from moo moo land)


I am a Thelemite and an individualist, almost at the verge of Individualistic Anarchy, yet i´m not sure if i really belive in free will.

Today i was called (phoned) by a person that said (though half in gest…..i hope) that the sole purpose was to wake me up.

“The weather is nice, there are beautiful girls outside” (still looking).

In her world there is a right time to be awake, for some reason conected to the light of our nearest star and our orbit around it.

In my world there is also a right time to sleep and to be awake, and that is my choice. My personal volition.

I am the star.

I am not a 19:th century farmer and thus the right time for the less rewarding waking time is not ruled by access to sunlight (a rather relative term in Scandinavia anyway).

In this case i´m not even angry about it but simply make the philosophical reflection that people choose nada, squat, zilch, nothing.

Human nature differs little from bovine nature.

The herd is simply too big for anything to grow out of it in individuation.

We live to graze, poop, and then re graze again as the poop has gone full circle to grass again.

Then we die, having accomplished…..chewing.

The human life span is too short, the circumstances too set and the herd to big for anything of concequence to ever be produced or acomplished exept by pure accidental leaps (which usually spook the herd if they get too consequental).

Any sign of progress is smothered, in all well meaning, by those that can not acomplish themselves (wether or not they have other gifts of equal worth, smothered by other herd members).

We pretend to, but dont REALLY want to see others succeed (especially those close to us, i mean…..what would happen to us???)

We pretend to like others for who they are but REALLY like them because they are clones of us.

Society, religion, morals, common decency (common = vulgaris – Lat ), all are put in place to keep us grazing.

The only attempts to individuation that are at all sanctioned are when they are a part of a group…..in other words NOT individualism.

Punks, goths, skinheads, hippes and so on might seem alternative to the mainstream milk producer, but in actuality, does ANYONE wear a uniform more than they do???

The same goes for alternative religions, philosophies, ideologies, but the uniform there is mental.

Well now, since i´m awake i might as well make myself a cup of coffee.

FUCK, I´M OUT OF MILK!!!!!

Beautiful one:


You spirit.

Beautiful and original one!

Sitting there contemplating, what thought, what emotion, what part of self shall i grant them next?

 

Will they be worthy?

Will they sacrifice in turn?

Will they comprehend the sacrament of sharing enough to be as open as i have been?

Will they stand before the altar in in realisation that i am but a mirror image of them?

A person daring to open before persons?

Me?


I know every thing about the future.

It was yesterday.

Whoever is walking around in my skin isnt me.

I was thinking of not writing here when i was in a dark mood but, hey, my blog = my crap.

I dont expect anyone to read anything they dont find remotely interesting.

So, for the third time i take the medieval carriage they call train here, into Jönköping.

Yet again to no avail.

Yet again someone, far more successful than me for some reason that must be among the greater cosmic mysteries, behaves like a retard and the whole poop land at my lap.

Perhaps i should form my own little gang of people with dwarfed lives:

Grumpy.

Pissy.

Fooley.

Farmy.

Snorty.

Simply .

And me, Left behindy.

Dreams and hopes are not only far away for me, they arent at all. I am in some phantom zone dream state outside of time and space, and life goes on without me….somewhere else.

I´m no longer sure it would make a difference if i moved.

I´m no longer me anyway.

Just someone pretending to be be me but not quite making it.