We have heard legends, tales, whispers and rumors of something shrouded in mystery, clothed in riddles and wrapped in secrecy...
- something said to be more valuable than all the money in the world, more precious than a newborn to a mother, more desired, either consciously or not, than life itself...
- at least, that's the rumor.
something we'll refer to
as "spiritual enlightenment."
The idea of "spiritual
enlightenment" today is shrouded and smothered
in confusion, mystery, secrecy, and just plain, old-fashioned
nonsense and misunderstanding. The whole landscape of
spiritual enlightenment is covered in pitfalls, mindfields,
and avalanches of rumor, speculation, hearsay (not to
mention heresy) and insanity . . .
- yet sometimes, we get brief glimpses
of something incredibly powerful . . . something utterly
different during moments of intimacy,
or when we experience "God",
or think we've found "IT"
. . .
- and on rare occasion, something profound
and immensely beautiful is described by folks who seem
to actually know what they're talking about. For example,
some folks say that we humans, in our normal state,
are like starving beggars who are sitting on top of
a box of gold, but don't know that we're sitting
on a box of gold . . . or that we are like folks who
think they are characters in a dream, but who have actually
just fallen asleep, have forgotten that they've fallen
asleep, and don't know they are characters
in a dream - and don't know how to wake up . . . some
say it even more plainly, like this:
on this particular subject is:
I sought a Goal the existence of which
I had become convinced was highly probable.
I succeeded in finding this Goal,
and now I KNOW,
and can also say to all others:
"It is absolutely worth anything that it may cost,
and immeasurably more."
It seemed that there was a need for someone to delve into these treacherous
mindfields and sort out fact from fiction, sense from
nonsense, what is rumor, speculation and wishful thinking
from what is real about the whole matter.
In other words,
like a job
for LiveReal . . .
. . .