Self as Tension
It is a task for yogis to exist as human beings and not be involved in society. Any such involvement involves being a tension in the world.
Who wants to be transformed from being a neutral observer to being a tension like a compresses spring, which is ready to be violent, when released?
How does one become a tension, the embodiment of a potential outburst, a repository of whimsical desire?
One does so by having ideas of what the world should be?
Instead of observing what the world is, and being content with that education, someone may enter the world with ideas of what the world should be, and with impetus to adjust whatever one finds in the world, which runs contrary to one’s views.
On the evening of May 14, 2025, I was in a dream dimension, a real place in the psychic existence. I was there on request. A lady who was my mother, and who is now deceased, wanted to discuss the issue of how herself, her father and myself, should be in relationship. Her view was that if her father did certain things in certain ways years ago, the outcome in her life and in mine, would be different.
She shared mental pictures of what it could be, which would manifest in the most desirable way. In her mental design, everything was arranged neatly beginning with her father, who to her view should recognize her situation in her youth, during the years when she became pregnant thrice in rapid succession. I was the last of these pregnancies. She felt that her father should have financially and socially supported her situation, which to her view would have caused a prettier destiny in our lives.
The problem with this thinking process, where one schemes a corrective diagram of what the past could be, is that Nature makes a note of this, and uses the scheming energy to enact new circumstances in the future, and at a time when one may or may not recall the past, but only knows Nature’s notation as a subconscious energy, which one cannot objectify nor properly trace to the past.
For a yogi, the best to allow events to happen, with the least interference from the yogi. He should have no idea that he can rectify circumstances. He should act as stipulated by providence, but with the understanding that his sand castle, no matter how perfect it seems, will be demolished. And for what reason? Because Nature had a feeling to ruin it, and felt that the demolition was the perfection of the beauty of it.
