NOEMAYA

As a man walks in the desert, he collects dust on his garment. As we grow, we collect beliefs and opinions, a cocoon of lies with a false promise to protect and save. It is possible to distinguish three main layers of belief-narratives in this thick fog that makes up the human condition:

At first, we get acclimated to and finally buy into the idea that certain things belong to us, and here I’m including the stream of our own thoughts and feelings.

Then, there’s the second layer of narratives telling us that some of things that belong to us are broken and need fixing, that something is fundamentally wrong with us, an idea that we can’t even trace into an origin.

And the third layer, or as I call it “the roof of hell”, is the idea that “I can fix it.” This is how we descend to hell, which is a word for the state of full immersion and entrenchment in the illusion of separation and isolation.

Now, the opposite movement, the ascent to heaven, is not a matter of fixing things or some sort of a material or metaphysical redemption but a matter of awakening to this whole narrative-construct of our situation and realizing that not only we can’t fix things, but also there’s nothing to fix, that nothing is really broken; and that in the final analysis, there’s nothing truly ours, even the stream of our thoughts and feelings and of the human experience in which we always find ourselves, so we are already totally ok and enough. We are just witnessing. Just like God, we have no power over anything, and nothing has any power over us.