Wednesday 19 September 2007

Ego (Wild Law in Seven Words part III)

Your ego seized control of you mind. Long ago.

Now it keeps your heart prisoner in a dungeon it has constructed out of fear and doubts it insinuates whenever you hear your heart calling.

The thousand and one ‘common-sense’ reasons that paralyse you after you begin to soar elated at the heart’s inspiration. It is only common because it is so ubiquitous.



Money. Insecurity. Status. Reactions of others you live in fear of. Nightmare scenarios of a future it is not yours to know in advance. And money again.



So you close your ears to the voice of your heart within, and turn back to what you have always known. To what is poisoning the planet.

Because it is safe. Because it is respectable. Because it involves no risk.

Because that is what you have been told you should do all your lives.

Because it is demanded of you from all sides, for it is what the system depends on.



But your soul weeps quietly, and you cannot but hear its sadness. So you attempt to blank it out in hyperactivity, in haste and busyness, distracting yourself unremittingly so you do not have time to listen.

Or seek escape in booze and drugs, or hopelessly desperate sex that you cling to as a drowning person cleaves to the lifesaver. Even as you drown them too in your desperation.

Because it is the last contact with nature that remains in your urban, industrial lives, the last piece of your authenticity left for your natural being, for what you really are, to manifest through.

That is why it is so radical and so potent, and so subversive.

And why it has become so distorted.

It is nature’s strongest force, and its most alchemic. Even alone it is only the best of you that can deal with it well.


But you add to its force all that lies crying within at its imprisonment trying to escape through the last chink that is left.

It blasts out as a torrent after a cataclysm, and its pent-up force is far more than you are capable of handling. Too often it carries everything in its wake.

Too constrained to express your true nature, or even your distorted nature, it seeps out sideways in a prurient interest in the sex lives of others. The rich and the famous and the egoists on Big Brother, even the people you know in your daily lives.

Nothing fascinates you more, because your needs and your creativity lie repressed within you.


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1 comment:

  1. Mary Oliver's haunting words come to mind:
    "Tell me, what is it you plan to do
    with your one wild and precious life?"

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