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The shift manifests itself in great difficulty; in some sort of vague, deranged, bereaved lashing of the uncontrolled mind like dark and woody tangles rooting themselves everywhere, a prison that cannot be escaped from.
This is becoming more clear: that we of ourselves can do nothing to save or liberate ourselves. At best, we smile and say "that's life", and we learn to cope with it. But to set oneself with determination to be free of it--to not settle for mere coping--is to unleash both the futility of trying to fight against this unmatched prison and the unspeakable, unimaginable grace of God, causelessly, plucking us from it.
In the midst of unimaginable terror and suffering there is that still ocean of peace, undisturbed by the raging rivers that flow into it. Suffering is the crucible of that peace, the detachment that clears the mind when achieved, in any small measure, to move forward to what is Real, Eternal, to True Knowledge.
I was born an artist.
I probably won't be much good for anything else, this life. That and spiritual life, detachment and blissful mysticism, are the only cornerstones of my existence. Realizing how out of my control this fact is, I can do nothing else but accept what comes to me as well as what my own mind and body are capable of. There is one choice I can make, and I need grace to make even that choice.
He shall keep me here if He deems it necessary. I will learn peace in this too, once the mind quiets.
This is becoming more clear: that we of ourselves can do nothing to save or liberate ourselves. At best, we smile and say "that's life", and we learn to cope with it. But to set oneself with determination to be free of it--to not settle for mere coping--is to unleash both the futility of trying to fight against this unmatched prison and the unspeakable, unimaginable grace of God, causelessly, plucking us from it.
In the midst of unimaginable terror and suffering there is that still ocean of peace, undisturbed by the raging rivers that flow into it. Suffering is the crucible of that peace, the detachment that clears the mind when achieved, in any small measure, to move forward to what is Real, Eternal, to True Knowledge.
I was born an artist.
I probably won't be much good for anything else, this life. That and spiritual life, detachment and blissful mysticism, are the only cornerstones of my existence. Realizing how out of my control this fact is, I can do nothing else but accept what comes to me as well as what my own mind and body are capable of. There is one choice I can make, and I need grace to make even that choice.
He shall keep me here if He deems it necessary. I will learn peace in this too, once the mind quiets.