Free will or the imperfect recipients

Light/Radiance/Being is there. It can be here, too. In order for it to be here, I need to grasp it, to be aware of it. This takes effort, stretching  in order to reach, hands up in the air.

I can decide to reach up, to stretch inwardly. That is free will. That is also the Will of Light/Radiance/Being.

This is a paradox: when my will is free, then it is also the Will, and there is none other. In fact, when I decide to reach up or inwardly stretch, I am more free, yet have somehow surrendered my will. This is the big yes: the Will says yes, I say yes. They are the same yes, not two different ones.

There are other types of yes. I might want something which does not require stretching or reaching: most things allow this view. Then my free will allows me to go for it! There is also a yes, and it is a small one: it is a yes to this, but a no-no to all of that. Then I move through trial and error.

Imperfect recipients of the power to create, humans are still creating unpleasant experiences, so that in time humanity might turn towards the big yes. In the meantime, we undergo the experimentation, and learn... so that our choices may be better, next time.

The allegiance of the mirror

The vast power of the subconscious springs from its receptivity, not from its activity.

It is the endpoint of the wand, where it touches the cup and brings things forward into being.

It is the pencil that runs over the pattern, revealing what is beneath, as one does with a leaf and a sheet of paper.

If the superconscious is the origin, the subconscious is the collector, the container of that energy. The Foundation, Yesod, Yod of Sod, seed of the secret.

Then Malkuth is the seen result. But the subconscious did all the hidden work.

This is so only in the absence of any conscious interference, in the event of a transparent wand. Which is a rather rare event, statistically speaking for mankind.

May it be more and more frequent.

Is there a bias?

With his three laws, plus universal gravitation, Newton described a mechanical, predefined universe, driven by the motion of the unmoved mover. From this first movement would ensue, automatically and faultlessly, all the other moves, unfolding in an unstoppable succession. This is what has been implied, at least when speaking of the macrocosm, by mainstream science taught in school.

Such a model has revealed itself as totally inadequate, as we have delved into subatomic particles and their indeterminate behaviour.

In the Tree of Life, this duality between what is governed by laws and that which is uncertain, can be reflected in the balance between Hesed and Geburah. The law stands, but can be bent to an extent we are just beginning to fathom.

There is a bias, an inclination towards Hesed. In a choice between two acts, if there is enough compassion, the one which is more loving will win. The act in Geburah achieves balance between cause and effect, and so advances in the repair, tikun olam, of the world. But the act in Hesed takes shortcuts that Geburah is unaware of, in order to speed things up, centrifugating the tikun, so the Great Work is both perfectly and justly completed, through the Law of Love.

Contemplation of both aspects, from beneath both law and compassion, is possible at the very centre of the Tree, where one can see the beauty of severity and mercy, and their unbalanced balance. And marvel.

¿Hay margen?

Sí que hay margen. Mi abanico de posibilidades es ancho... dentro de mis límites.

Dentro de mis limitaciones, soy libre.

En la medida en que miro a mis límites y los tomo como lo que son, soy libre.

¿Y la muerte?

La muerte es un portal.

Si creo que lo cruzaré cuando muera, estoy en el error.

El verdadero valor de la muerte es que nos enseña a dejar lo viejo atrás. Y para eso no hace falta morirse.

Renacer es algo que hacemos cada minuto, muchas veces. Nuestras células lo saben.

Escojo ver el vaso medio lleno. Lleno de todo lo necesario. No me quedo mirando atrás, lo que he perdido, como no me voy a lamentar de los zapatos que me quedaron pequeños al ir creciendo.

Ahora, mientras mi cuerpo muere y renace, a cada instante, escojo atravesar el portal del cambio. De ese modo, la muerte es vida y la vida, un portal tras otro.

Decirle "sí" a la muerte hace que ésta se desvanezca, lo único que queda es un amanecer.

En el álbum "In Ictu Oculi" de Los Músicos de Su Alteza, hay una canción: Hombre, que la vida pasas durmiendo. El estribillo es precioso.

¿Me sostengo?

No me sostengo por mí mismo. Y, si me quiero sostener, gastaré mucho esfuerzo.

Hay infinito sustento, apoyo y protección. No usarlos es como caer por los agujeros de una red, pudiéndonos agarrar a ella.

La red de la providencia que, providencialmente, nos apoya, protege y sostiene.

¿Y la prioridad?

La prioridad es tener un corazón operativo.

Una mente espabilada tampoco está mal: incluso ocupada en asuntos tontos, o dañinos. A la corta o a la larga, llevará a la conclusión... de que la prioridad es un corazón operativo.

Una voluntad fuerte, dirigida a donde sea, a lo que sea, también llevará a la misma conclusión.

Cuando está en su lugar, el corazón suspende el tiempo. El instante es eterno. Cualquier cosa es un milagro. Se ha encendido la llama.