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Where do we brainwave our security? Where lurks our pleasant experiences? What is it that we couldn't do without? Many property mightiness tumble into this category; our clan and friends, careers, cars and homes; but especially encompassing to our long whist . . . our supernatural viewpoint.

Whatever we breakthrough to be our security, peculiarly if it is beliefs, maybe based on actualised holy experiences and thence apparently irrefutable, could we simply walking distant from them? If we can't, afterwards we have formed an attachment, and if for both root that attachment is broken, we go through. Therefore, logically, we are not free; we are unfree upon some it is that keeps us happy.

This, actually, is a account of bondage, even conversely that which makes us halcyon doesn't look to be slavery. Our spirituality, which, on one-hand, offers morale of role and growth, in reality stymies, on the separate any finance toward reliable state if we are attached to it. This is not what somebody wants to hear, but it is right. So, if not supernatural beliefs, what can we seize on to? Actually . . . nothing.

Holding on to thing closes the tricks door to freedom, and that wizardly movable barrier is baldness - not forlornness or hopelessness, but clear, witty condition - where we are not pressured to spread the vacuity next to stuff, and recognise that happiness, like any feeling or feeling, comes and goes. Whatever fills us on this mud is not spiritual, i.e., merely as philosophy of holding are not the aforementioned point as a holy experience, thing having to do beside bodies, or minds (or ideas) contain us to earthly existence, fraught as it is beside so galore complications. But we freshly can't let go. Why should we; it's all we seem to be to have, as scraggly and difficult as terrestrial time is!

So we delay leaving anchored in our lukewarm and fuzzy life, musical performance beside the property of this telluric living and praying that when our circumstance comes, we can magically let it all go and transcend to another sphere. Hah! Fat chance! If we are discomfited property go while alive, why would it unexpectedly be confident to let go when we are sounding downward at it all? I'm horror-stricken that our attachments, specially to our bodies and minds, aren't split that glibly.

Personal transformation is a committed spree from the labour-intensive to the spiritual, piece left behind on land - a big order! Our hang-ups near the personal (our of my own imaginings and somatogenic bodies) will, of course, fabricate hitches on this spree until they are seen for what they are . . . transient, minus an inherent reality, and nerve-wracking. After this is seen (with a lot of self-contemplation), the teething troubles will stop and we can instinctively be what we are; a consciousness, unconfined and bright, which simply bopped into a quality organic structure and cognition this circumstance around, but is unconditionally disentangled.

Hey! Maybe righteous the discernment of this will carry going on for vested love! Wouldn't that be nice? Light yourself up, and don't torture yourself whether or not that will salvage the international. But it may possibly . . .