JOHN MCINTOSH
The mind loves the way words can sculpt stories. which sway between seductive and enticing to comforting and cozy. The stories lead into dark corridors and blissful vistas. It’s a merry-go-round, a swinging pendulum between happiness and sorrow, despair and hope. And yet, no matter how crazy it gets, the lure of the movies the stories create, that we step into and deeply identify with, we still cling to them accepting the consequences of entering the theater and playing on its stage.
It’s a shocking and terrible beauty the SELF You Are embraces to ‘know’ ITs infinite potential, and in this horribly real illusion IT/YOU accepts this burden, surrendering to ‘What Is’ in order to return to IT SELF. This surrender is not sweet, it is agonizing and we again and again resist it in our flimsy attempt to control what cannot be controlled.
How great is this Grand illusion that manifests universes without end only to fade back into the Empty-Nothing-ness of the ONE SELF We Are.
-image by Solveig Larsen
SELF DISCOVERY books by John McIntosh
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