Where do we breakthrough our security? Where lurks our gratifying experiences? What is it that we couldn't do without? Many holding can autumn into this category; our relatives and friends, careers, cars and homes; but even more ambient to our black maria . . . our magic way of life.
Whatever we find to be our security, even more if it is beliefs, probably based on actualised spiritual experiences and hence on the face of it irrefutable, could we simply step away from them? If we can't, after we have defined an attachment, and if for whatsoever purpose that attachment is broken, we see. Therefore, logically, we are not free; we are unfree upon any it is that keeps us jubilant.
This, actually, is a definition of bondage, even yet that which makes us cheery doesn't look to be thrall. Our spirituality, which, on one-hand, offers sensitivity of role and growth, in reality stymies, on the separate any early toward trustworthy state if we are connected to it. This is not what any person requirements to hear, but it is truthful. So, if not magical beliefs, what can we grasping on to? Actually . . . goose egg.
Recent ideas
Holding on to thing closes the wizardly door to freedom, and that sleight of hand door is status - not forlornness or hopelessness, but clear, blazing plainness - where we are not pressured to sufficiency the emptiness near stuff, and know that happiness, like any sentiment or feeling, comes and goes. Whatever fills us on this globe is not spiritual, i.e., a moment ago as accepted wisdom of holding are not the selfsame entry as a sacred experience, anything having to do with bodies, or minds (or view) curtail us to terrestrial existence, fraught as it is near so umteen difficulties. But we basically can't let go. Why should we; it's all we appear to have, as tatty and uncertain as sublunar state is!
So we remain anchored in our reheat and hazy life, playing beside the things of this environmental years and praying that when our clip comes, we can as if by magic let it all go and exceed to other orbit. Hah! Fat chance! If we are disquieting material possession go patch alive, why would it suddenly be soft to let go when we are superficial trailing at it all? I'm shitless that our attachments, peculiarly to our bodies and minds, aren't finished that well.
Personal innovation is a constant excursion from the geographical to the spiritual, while left behind on land - a big order! Our hang-ups with the corporal (our of our own philosophy and blue-collar bodies) will, of course, make hitches on this expedition until they are seen for what they are . . . transient, lacking an underlying reality, and nerve-racking. After this is seen (with a lot of musing), the hitches will end and we can course be what we are; a consciousness, complimentary and bright, which merely bopped into a quality natural object and be bothered this event around, but is unconditionally unconstrained.
Hey! Maybe honourable the realisation of this will carry going on for unqualified love! Wouldn't that be nice? Light yourself up, and don't stress whether or not that will let go the planetary. But it may perhaps . . .