Get outside and allow the sounds
to move the hairs in your inner ear – with no judgment or reasoning
Have you ever stood in the rain and felt sincere gratitude that you’re able to experience that specific moment? Feeling the droplets of water crash into your skin?
How about sitting quietly outside – focused on nothing but the sounds of the nearby birds? Not in a way that attempts to figure out the meaning behind their endless chirping but – in a way to simply allow the sounds into your mind. Bbe present and experience the sense of hearing as nature sings?
If you have never done this – I encourage you to do this.
With that being said –
I do not meditate.
Not in the traditional manner – that is.
You may be thinking, “Why do you choose to not meditate? Isn’t it a good practice and/or ritual to maintain healthy spiritual/mental well-being?”
I certainly have no issues with meditation. If it works for you – that’s fantastic.
Maybe you’re interested or intrigued by a certain meditative practice – if so, you should investigate it and check it out.
I am in no way attempting to convince you that meditation is wrong or that you shouldn’t immerse yourself in your own curiosities. You definitely should investigate your curiosities – Always and without hesitation.
Why I stopped practicing meditation
Meditation is absolutely 100% subjective.
That is to say – there is no definitive guide as to how to do it. Everyone has their own unique method of achieving stillness of the mind.
Sure, we all start with ideas and techniques from others but, in the end as our style develops, we shed some of those techniques for things we’ve learned along the way. Granted, many of the techniques and/or methods used remain similar – it’s safe to assume we bring our own personality and perceptions to the mix once we’re quietly engaged.
So far, so good.
After a few months of making meditation a priority – I slowly began to realize something.
Taking my perception into account – which is:
All events, situations, happenings – essentially everything that has happened in your life (and mine and everyone else’s) is somehow, in some way, connected and necessary for the other. This connection is likely beyond our human level of perception – its foundation is not capable of being perceived.
Life itself is one event, one happening. Not a series of events – which is how we perceive it now. How we’re molded to perceive it. Molded mainly through social institutions and societal structural values/beliefs handed down to us from the time we’re born to this present moment.
Our perception of time has a lot to do with this
Think about it like this –
The words you’re reading at this very moment is what this entire show is about. This connection between the two of us- at this moment with you reading these words after I’ve written them, holds the secret to the entire universe.
I know…sounds crazy, right?
I do believe it is true, though.
This is not me boasting about my writing, this is about you carrying out an action that is ultimately creating the entire universe. This could be anyone’s perception reading anyone’s words. It makes no difference.
In that moment – that conscious action is what the universe is manifesting. With the present moment being all there is – all past events are created in that moment as well. The present moment and our perception of it create the past.
I will explain this in more detail on Tuesday 6/27/17.
So – if I am practicing an art form that aims to quiet the natural flow of thoughts – thus disrupting the flow of creation and rhythm of energy – it shows that I do not truly understand that every moment of my life is what the universe is doing. It’s the main attraction. The ultimate show of shows. It’s music. Why aim to alter the natural flow?
Who am I to assume that life, this present moment, is not up to par and my subjective perceptions must be altered?
What do you think about this? Do you practice the art of meditation? If so – has it been an effective tool for you? I’d love to hear your take on this.
Thanks for reading, my friends.
As Always, Much Love.