Life at standstill point

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Life at standstill point

Unread postby ukorhideja » Wed 30 Mar 2011 8:55 am

I am experiencing a PEAK experience in my life as if my life is at stand still point. This feeling makes me unease, as I am not sure how to embrace it… or in other words- just BE. Any suggestions?

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Re: Life at standstill point

Unread postby Sitting Owl » Sat 02 Apr 2011 12:36 pm

Namaste' ukorhideja

When we ride the roller-coaster of life we have highs, lows, rough rides, and smooth rides. We sometimes come to platues and other times we come to quantum leaps. The more spiritually aware we are, the more we are aware of stagnant waits and other times when there doesn’t seem to be enough hours in a day to do all we want or need to.

For those who have addictions to drugs, work, high finances, high society, parties etc. etc., they are more likely to experience severe highs and lows as they ride the added roller-coaster of societies inharmonious life styles, beliefs, habits, greed, guilt, lust, and other baggage of the bottom three charkas (animal instincts of eating or survival, sex, and personal power or social prestige).

For those of us on dedicated spiritual paths, we will also be tested from time to time that we are living our knowledge and thus creating true wisdom. As Fools Crow has said: “Wakan Tanka wants to see our thanks.” See our gratitude, our awareness, and our use, respect, and responsibilities of the gifts given. This is when we are tested for our persistence, patience, courage, and alertness; both within and without.

One other thing worth mentioning here is the analogy of the Trapeze artist regarding the fear of transformation:


Sometimes I feel that my life is series of trapeze swings. I’m either hanging on to a trapeze bar swinging along or, for a few moments in my life, I’m hurtling across space in between trapeze bars.
Most of the time, I spend my life hanging on for dear life to my trapeze bar-of-the-moment. It carries me along at a certain steady rate of swing and I have the feeling that I’m in control of my life. I know most of the right questions and even some of the right answers. But once in a while, as I’m merrily ( or not so merrily) swinging along, I look ahead of me into the distance, and what do I see ? I see another trapeze bar swinging towards me. It’s empty, and I know, in that place in me that knows, that this new trapeze bar has my name on it. It is my next step, my growth, my aliveness going to get me. In my heart-of-hearts I know that for me to grow, I must release my grip on the present, well known bar to move to the new one.
Each time it happens to me, I hope (no, I pray) that I won’t have to grab the new one. But in my knowing place I know I must totally release my grasp on my old bar, and for some moment in time I must hurtle across space before I can grab onto the new bar. Each time I am filled with terror. It doesn’t matter that in all my previous hurtles across the void of unknowing I have always made it. Each time I am afraid I will miss. That I will be crushed on unseen rocks in the bottomless chasm between the bars. But I do it anyway. Perhaps this is the essence of what the mystics call the faith experience. No guarantees, no net, no insurance policy, but you do it anyway because somehow, to keep hanging onto that old bar is no longer on the list of alternatives. And so for an eternity that can last a microsecond or a thousand lifetimes, I soar across the dark void of “the past is gone, the future is not yet here.” It’s called transition. I have come to believe that it is, the only place that real change occurs. I mean real change, not the pseudo-change that only lasts until the next time my old buttons get pushed.
I have noticed that, in our culture, this transition zone is looked upon as a “no-thing”, a no place between places. Sure the old trapeze-bar was real, and that new one coming towards me, I hope that’s real too. But the void in between? That’s just a scary, confusing, disorienting “nowhere” that must be gotten through as fast and as unconsciously as possible. What a waste! I have a sneaking suspicion that the transition zone is the only real thing, and that the bars are illusions we dream up to avoid the void, where the real change, the real growth occurs for us. Whether or not my hunch is true, it remains that the transition zones in our lives are incredibly rich places. They should be honoured, even savoured. Yes, with all the pain and fear and feelings of being out-of-control that can (but not necessarily) accompany transitions, they are still the most alive, most growth-filled, passionate, expansive moments in our lives.
And so, transformation of fear may have nothing to do with making fear go away, but rather with giving ourselves permission to “hang-out” in the transition between trapeze bars. Transforming our need to grab that new bar, any bar, is allowing ourselves to dwell in the only place where change really happens. It can be terrifying. It can also be enlightening, in the true sense of the word. Hurtling through the void, we just may learn how to fly.
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