The Mind’s Agenda

It’s quite simple, really.
The mind has its own agenda.
Who are you to be telling other people this stuff? You know that everyone learns in their own way.

We seem to inhabit our thoughts, our thoughts seem to inhabit us, and we really believe that the tone of our thoughts creates the tone of our lives.
For many of us, that tone is very uncomfortable.
In those moments when we are alone, that’s the tone we reference as being who we are.
That’s what you do, not necessarily what others do. That’s just plain arrogant! Besides, those aren’t the right words. People won’t know what you mean.
Hey, look out the window – check out that guy walking his dog. 

When we are with others, that’s the tone we do our best to cover up with our various personality quirks.
Man, I feel so phony!
There is a story we are believing, and this story is one of how unworthy, how inadequate and deficient we are.

Hey! You borrowed that term “deficient” from Scott Kiloby!
Yeah, but it works quite well there, doesn’t it?
Maybe, but where are your original ideas? There’s nothing original here.

This just seems to be the way things are until the mind’s hidden agenda is discovered.
Even after seeing this hidden agenda, it’s not easy to keep your distance from what the mind presents.
So you’re saying that we need to get better at it then? So, we are deficient!

One of the most valuable things I have ever read was from Scott Kiloby’s book, “Love’s Quiet Revolution.” He suggested we simply notice our thoughts without trying to fix them.
Just notice them, and see if there is a common theme to all of them.
Also, see if this theme is integral to the upholding of one purpose.

I did this “noticing” for a period of some weeks.
Aren’t you great and spiritual!
It became evident that the theme of my thoughts, and I truly mean virtually every thought, was, “The Search.”
I did something wrong in the past, it’s is making the present intolerable, and I need to fix it in the future by, well, a zillion different methods I have learned over the years of this “spiritual search.”
The rationalizations that arose for whatever future outcome I desired were endless, and endlessly inventive.
Hey, my mind is really quiet!
That the thoughts I might have about any particular topic were very often contradictory, well, only allowed me to notice that the story was irrelevant to the mind.
Only the continual search was relevant.

Why continue the search?
Continuing the search allow us to maintain the illusion of a separate self.
This allows us to continue playing the human game, borrowed from Robert Scheinfeld! Very original! under the pretense of being separate beings.
This allows us to express our creativity, and live out our lives in a totally unique way.

You’ll never be able to put that into accurate words!

It was a revelation to let this all go with the noticing itself, that in order to stop there, and not try to fix anything, I was actually in such an expanded and aware space, that nothing else seemed necessary.

Once again, your choice of words leaves much to be desired.

I was impressed beyond words with the pure genius of this mechanism of the mind, that of all the “inventions” we humans have come up with, this was by far the most inventive of them all.
This was a maze of the highest order.

Yeah, and you know it’s hopeless to even try to get out of this maze. It can’t be done. You’ll always return to that sense of despair, that hopelessness, that you have always found so comfortable. Your bitterness will last forever, and you know that deep down inside.

In other words, this isn’t a war between who we really are and our minds.
The mind hasn’t been designed to be our guide.
It has been designed to be an amazing tool, for research, comparisons, reference, etc., but not for determining the Truth.
Pretty arrogant, very pretentious.

We will all come to this Truth in our own unique way, playing the human game as we have designed it for ourselves.

The trees outside your window sure are beautiful.

Let’s Make a Deal

Let’s you and I make a deal.

Let’s stop pretending.

Let’s stop pretending
that you aren’t already enlightened;
that you aren’t already everything you ever wanted.

Let’s stop pretending
that you are still searching for the Truth.

We all know we are actors
in this infinitely creative play, so…
Let’s stop pretending
that this world is real;
that there is anything solid out there;
that we can possibly be victims
of an illusory reality.

Let’s stop pretending
that the world we are trying to save is outside of ourselves;
that there actually is a world out there to save;
that by fixing the world “out there,”
we can actually find peace and happiness.

Let’s stop pretending
that we aren’t as powerful, wise, creative, gifted and charismatic
as the teachers, authors, speakers, experts, gurus, and other women and men
whom we look up to and admire.

Let’s stop pretending
that they have something we don’t,
and we have to do what they say,
and believe what they believe,
and behave as they behave,
or we won’t get what they have.

Let’s stop pretending
we didn’t create them in the first place.

Let’s stop pretending
that there will always be someone more advanced than we are,
that they will always be ahead of us,
that no matter how much and how hard we try,
we’ll never catch up to them.

Let’s stop pretending
that unless we have a particular kind of experience,
defined by someone else,
and adopted by us as our spiritual goal,
we haven’t arrived at our (illusory) destination.

Let’s stop pretending
that we aren’t creating our own realities,
and that they aren’t perfect creations.

Let’s stop pretending
that we are trapped by our family patterns,
imprisoned behind the imaginary bars
of our unconscious behaviors.

Let’s stop pretending
that we are separate from one another;
that we are separate from our inner knowing.

Let’s stop pretending
that words can possibly describe our experiences;
that someone else’s experiences are deeper and more valuable than our own.

And by the way,
Let’s stop pretending
that if any ETs land on our lawns or beam us up,
they aren’t of our own creation.

Let’s stop pretending
the beauty we perceive in the world,
in the faces of others,
in the touch of the smoothest skin,
in the sweetest song of the shama thrush,
in the taste of the sweetest fruit,
in the aroma of the most fragrant flower,
is anything but the echo of our own beauty.

So this is the deal I would like to make with you:
Let’s stop hiding behind our beliefs;
Let’s stop hiding behind our unfelt feelings;
(I can see you anyway)
Let’s notice the parts of our personalities
designed to shield us from our pain,
(which is only shielding us from our gifts)
and allow them to naturally drop away;

Let’s stop pretending
that we aren’t already playing our roles perfectly.

If you can do all that,
for my part of the bargain,
I’ll stop pretending
that I’m not talking to my own reflection.