August
04, 2017
is to create a religion that has a fallible god." Jorge Luis Borges
These branches are
a metaphor for our misremembered synapses. They symbolize our having
lost touch with both our own nature and with wild Nature, our
forgotten link between cosmos and psyche, our misunderstanding of
how we-the-microcosm makes up a vital aspect of We-the-macrocosm.
For Crow is between worlds like no other creature.
His moon-eye sees the light. His sun-eye sees the dark. And his shadow is the grayest thing in the universe:
Smearing out yin-yangs,
he reveals how nothing is separate; how everything is connected to
everything else in a glorious melting down of black and white, dark
and light, life and death, finitude and infinity.
He is a black beacon in a room filled with blinding light. He's the Dark Truth in the sugar-coated ointment. He is here to trick us out of unconsciousness. He is here to crucify the ego.
But more importantly, he is here to resurrect it as a mighty tool for the self-actualized Soul.
Don't worry so much.
Ego death doesn't hurt. What hurts is realizing that you've been, as they say in Zen,
What hurts is admitting
that your ego is nothing more than a front for your multilayered
self. What hurts is letting go of your expectations. What hurts is
letting go - full stop.
Sure, Crow shoves it down
your unwilling and reluctant throat with a beak blacker than dark
matter and harder than God's Femur, but he gets the job done with a
humor of the most-high.
He's here to flip your worldview on its head, to vivisect the animal of your knowledge, to cut what you think you know about the way the world works in half and pluck out the organs of all the things you take for granted.
He's neither gentle nor
comforting, but he is sincere in his exact fierceness. He must be,
in order to reveal yourself to yourself. In order to
transform your whiny, woe-is-me placation into a mighty
self-overcoming revelation.
But Crow does so with pluck and aplomb, with molten mettle and mercurial moxie.
The letting go process is easier if you just give your ego over to him,
...but he doesn't mind stealing it from you like a thief in the night either.
Actually, he would prefer
pulling it out of you kicking and screaming and begging the gods to
save you. He would rather stamp out the little light that blinds you
so that you can finally see the bigger light that awakens you.
He has come to carry you to a terribly exquisite juxtaposition:
At the fork of in the path, at the crossroads, where yesterday's you meets today's you in bardo-perfect juxtaposition, there is a psychosocial reckoning at hand.
There is an existential decision to make:
The cliché phrasing is
'get busy living or get busy dying,' but on the Path of the
Three-eyed Raven there is room for dying (rebirth) as a
steppingstone for growth toward living life more profoundly,
adventurously, and on-purpose.
You've been rocked to your foundations with the realization that you are not your ego, that you've only ever been unmolded clay. You're no longer that, and not yetthis.
You've emerged from your ego's death with your soul bloody from a thousand and one cutting questions. Your ego is now a pulsing blister inside you, oozing indifference and apathy even as it begins filling itself with interdependence and empathy.
It leaps and bounds
inside you, a terribly beautiful wound turned primordial womb that
purges pettiness and superfluity even as it begins impregnating
itself with the world.
But the Three-eyed Raven is anything but satisfied. He sees the Infinite Game being played out. He sees how you are an integral catalyst for the progressive evolution of your species. He is a symbol for your ego's rebirth.
The most wide-awake
aspect of you that invulnerably and soulfully flexes out; that
individuates and self-actualizes as it perpetually overcomes the
vicissitudes of self, and thus the vicissitudes of life.
Don't be afraid of this vulnerable power, though it is both the scariest and most powerful thing in the universe, save for the power of a good sense of humor.
You - the you not
drowning in ego pettiness and woe-is-me religious placation - are
the one the world has been waiting for...
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