We choose to believe we are a story, compiled of fleeting perspectives arranged in a linear sequence. This self-conforming linear story we have agreed to, imprisons us. It takes a leap of faith, of abandon to let go of our story. We are mesmerised by an agreement to a partial view. This choice though it has the
elements of seeming choice, is no choice. It is incomplete, bound, by definition, by belief and at that, a constrained and limiting belief. We are in essence indefinable. Only by experiencing who we are beyond description can we come to belief, acceptance and then the knowledge and actuality of this energetic fact.
Otherwise it is all too far-fetched. How can we be the tendrils of a myth hidden and hinted at, yet never defined, whilst everything defined tells us it is madness, a superstition, a lie? Every time we define or believe beyond total self-belief, we limit our possibility to choose and actualise what we choose.
We are duped into collusion with the world through unconsciousness, to demand verification for something that cannot be verified until we leap without verification. Life demands a gesture from us. At death we will be forced to take that leap.
We will see then, at that point, whether there is any safety net. Maybe by forfeiting the right to choose consciously whilst we are alive, we place ourselves in an untenable position. Look for the leap that is being demanded today, it is our birthright, not to be relinquished.