06-10-2011, 06:37 AM
Not sure if I can contribute with anything. Kycahi and zen said some great things, but I can use an analogy.
Imagine yourself standing at the top of a mountain waiting for the helicopter to take you home (the real One home). While you standing there and waiting for it to come and pick you up, you turn back and look down the hill, at the path that you've just wandered and think back of everything that you've been through on your way up to this particular top. While you remembering all those things; for instance when you were lost so many times, or when you were resting enjoying the flowers along the road; you get this thought: "Hey! Wouldn't it be great if I had a map?". So, since you are now at the top of this mountain and see all the roads from above, you create a map (=Higher Self).
Then you continue thinking, and detect, that if the road would be straight up to this top, you wouldn't experience much. You would know the road, you would climb straight to the top and where is the adventure/evolution in that? You start to remembering that time when you got completely lost but suddenly discovered the most beautiful meadow where you enjoyed sunrays for the rest of the day, or that time when you were all tired and exhausted and came across a water spring of the freshest source you ever tasted in your life, or that time when you met someone who changed your life completely, so then, you realize that if you would have the map all the time in your hands, you would be concerned with reaching the top, instead of discovering the world around you/discovering the world in/of you - and what would be the point of climbing for so long, in the first place then? So you hide that map very well and create something called confusion/free will. And then you start smiling thinking that yes, that would be a perfect balance, a complete beauty of knowing the road and not knowing it.
And short after that you hear the sound of that chopper, and you turn yourself to that sound, pick up your backpack and everything else that you had with you and all that you found on the road, and start smiling even more, knowing that you will now go home.
Well, maybe this anology is lame, but it's hard to explain these things somehow in another language.
Imagine yourself standing at the top of a mountain waiting for the helicopter to take you home (the real One home). While you standing there and waiting for it to come and pick you up, you turn back and look down the hill, at the path that you've just wandered and think back of everything that you've been through on your way up to this particular top. While you remembering all those things; for instance when you were lost so many times, or when you were resting enjoying the flowers along the road; you get this thought: "Hey! Wouldn't it be great if I had a map?". So, since you are now at the top of this mountain and see all the roads from above, you create a map (=Higher Self).
Then you continue thinking, and detect, that if the road would be straight up to this top, you wouldn't experience much. You would know the road, you would climb straight to the top and where is the adventure/evolution in that? You start to remembering that time when you got completely lost but suddenly discovered the most beautiful meadow where you enjoyed sunrays for the rest of the day, or that time when you were all tired and exhausted and came across a water spring of the freshest source you ever tasted in your life, or that time when you met someone who changed your life completely, so then, you realize that if you would have the map all the time in your hands, you would be concerned with reaching the top, instead of discovering the world around you/discovering the world in/of you - and what would be the point of climbing for so long, in the first place then? So you hide that map very well and create something called confusion/free will. And then you start smiling thinking that yes, that would be a perfect balance, a complete beauty of knowing the road and not knowing it.
And short after that you hear the sound of that chopper, and you turn yourself to that sound, pick up your backpack and everything else that you had with you and all that you found on the road, and start smiling even more, knowing that you will now go home.
Well, maybe this anology is lame, but it's hard to explain these things somehow in another language.
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