Quote:
Originally Posted by Seeker Mom
Can I please be one of the first to go? That is all I want now. This world is silly and stupid and I don't want another thing to do with it. 
That sounds pathetic, but that is how I honestly feel at the moment. I don't care to gather supplies to try to survive any longer. Just take me now... whatever.
I am not growing in a positive direction, obviously, I am ready to go.  |
The trick about life ain't the leaving part, everyone arrives (Given enough
Time .) on that station. And whether that station is entered by the grace of "The one who 'takes'/'controls'/'protects' you" or by the executioner that takes your life away, (The only thing he actually can do!), doesn't make arriving and passing that station easier..
The trick is being the difference on your way. The light on the mountain. You got nothing to lose it seems, so why not climb up that mountain barren of light and be the light for other seekers? Isn't that what your task is here, given to you by the one that could take you away before you perform that task? Becoming a "Seeker Mom" ;-)
"Seeker Mom" ->
Control-->
Controlled persons are always nervous because deep down turmoil is still hidden. If you are
uncontrolled, flowing, alive, then you are not nervous. There is no question of being
nervous - whatsoever happens, happens. You have no expectations for the future, you are
not performing. Then why should you be nervous?
To control that mind, one has to remain so cold and frozen that no life energy is allowed to
move into your limbs, into your body. If energy is allowed to move, those repressions will
surface. That's why people have learned how to be cold, how to touch others and yet not
touch them, how to see people and yet not see them. People live with clichés - "Hallo. How
are you?" Nobody means anything. These are just to avoid the real encounter of two
persons. People don't look into each other's eyes, they don't hold hands, they don't try to
feel each other's energy, they don't allow each other to pour - very afraid, somehow just
managing, cold and dead, in a straitjacket.
Osho Dang Dang Doko Dang Chapter 5
Commentary:
There is a time and a place for control, but if we put it in charge of our lives we end up totally rigid. The figure is
encased in the angles of pyramid shapes that surround him. Light glitters and glints off his shiny surfaces, but
does not penetrate. It's as if he is almost mummified inside this structure he's built up around himself. His fists
are clenched and his stare is blank, almost blind. The lower part of his body beneath the table is a knife point, a
cutting edge that divides and separates. His world is ordered and perfect, but it is not alive - he cannot allow any
spontaneity or vulnerability to enter it.
The image of the King of Clouds reminds us to take a deep breath, loosen our neckties and take it easy. If mistakes
happen, it's okay. If things get a little out of hand, it's probably just what the doctor ordered. There is much, much
more to life than being "on top of things."
"2 Billion to Die (within the next 12 months?)" The question is not whether they "die" but whether they are Murdered. And if they are murdered, how are we going to serve Justice in their name to the Murderers?