The contemporary Man is comparable to a fish in a great river that, abandoned to the flow, lets itself be carried in the direction determined by the current. Whoever opposes the current is rejected, and even more opposed by the floating bodies of those who let themselves be carried helplessly by the river of Life.
For he who walks within himself, attempting to go upstream is arduous and often risky, so a powerful effort and a certain degree of determination are necessary; but this is also the only way to understand if one is truly alive and not just the repetitive reflection of the dream of a “sleeping God”.
But what is the point of living without being able to decide what to experience and what direction to take?
If I look around I see walking mannequins, unconscious automatons that, carried by the current, drag themselves here and there in a crazy and soulless world. I see the bars of mental prisons, the enveloping tentacles of emotional impulses, illusory fears, irreducible beliefs, certainties built on nothing, and a blind faith embroidered by socio-ritual rules.
I see the inability of most to stop and reflect, for fear of discovering themselves poor, empty, parched, worn out by internal wars, exhausted by reaching unattainable goals, captured in consumerism at all costs, exhausted by the anxiety of losing the pseudo-securities acquired and the silent terror of being repudiated by the “herd”.
If I can see it, it is because I too was part of the hypnotized herd. Strange is that, marching against the current, I discover that in the eyes of others, now, I too appear as a useless madman, an alienated and aimless mystic. Amusing divine paradox.
What I have awakened in me is a source of eternal Life, which, bathing the substance of my Essence, fertilizes and vivifies the oasis of my Being. That fragment of truth that I have rediscovered within me is what prevents me from fully enjoying the temporary pleasures of life, but it is also what gives me support and security when all the paradoxical anti-divine wants to capture me or seems to collapse on me.
It is known that those who row against the current of the “world” are nothing but “waste stones”. Yet, the “waste stone” of the alchemists is our “divine spark”, which the profane world pushes us to abandon by trying to convince us that following it is useless or childish.
The devil you fear is inside you. The I is the barrier that separates the infinite “inside” from the infinite “outside”. If you understand all this, you can rise from the fragments of the self like a faceless Fire. Finally, the Phoenix rises from its ashes, and when everything in you has been purified, the Reality of your Being appears by magic.
You rise from the fragments of the I like a faceless Fire. You belong to everyone, but few know you. I Am, hovering invisibly over the world, paint the senseless with Reality.
Freedom is not doing what you want, but knowing what you want. And remember, the higher you rise, the more alone you are.
