Life happens to us. It happens to us. Or better: It should happen to us. However, this is usually not the case. By trying to expand, control and shape life with the help of our mind, we lose the connection with the natural flow of being, which would carry us through our life all by itself and without our intervention – if we let it or could let it. If we look at the non-mind „gifted“ beings around us, we see that they do not try to expand life. They take what is given to them (and that is all they need), they exist and – perish.
Now some will say, „Of course my life happens to me! I cannot control it! And it is not good what happens to me. It brings me into depression and despair. If I don’t act, then I don’t get any of what I need.“ It is not the natural flow of being that happens to them. It is the world taken over by the mind and twisted according to its views and ideas that happens to and is imposed on these people. There they are not taken care of. There is unhealthy imbalance there because of the mind’s disability to see only one side of the world. That is what makes it so difficult for us to trust. We cannot trust a world that is imbalanced. We cannot trust a world that is itself sick to care for our well-being. We can trust in withdrawal from the world of the mind (as far as this is possible for us). Then we see the natural flow, which is still the basis for all being. The mind world is only a kind of lubricating film floating on its surface. Two-dimensional and without depth. Without a solid ground of its own. We must not regard this smear as the true world. Those who see this world as true cannot let go of it. They come to nature and rest and the first thing they do is turn on their radio. Unconsciously quite blissfully they can now listen again to the chatter of other minds; about things that do not concern them, about people they do not know. Opinions about opinions, which they have not formed themselves by their own experience, but which are planted into their brain by other oh so clever minds via radio signals. Quite blissful not to have to be at rest and to be able to numb themselves further by musical noise.
I then sometimes wish that I could also turn up the chirping of the birds and the rustling of the forest a little louder. Sometimes – if they stay longer – the radio is then simply not turned on one morning. But then they soon have to go back into the mind machine and then say things like, “ Oh, so 14 days isn’t even enough to recover properly.“ or „Why is there so much of the week left on Monday?“ „When I retire in 23 years, honey, we’ll buy a cottage in the country.“ If the world weren’t such a mind-world, then we could dive under the smear and then we wouldn’t have to say all that. Then we would be and not complain about what is becoming or what we are becoming. We would be in the world that takes care of us. And we would just go with the flow. Without ifs and buts.