IN THE MOMENT
Mark Ulyseas In The Moment
In the moment, living cheek by jowl, with numerous numbing interactions induces one to lose oneself in a world of eternal stimuli - a castration of the mind that turns one into the personification of ‘AI’. And in this nebulous world one exists willingly entangled in an incestuous web, unlike those that prefer to break free from the savage… a savage mesmerised by the allure of social media… to seek the meaning of the Self, its existence in the menagerie of everyday mindlessness. In this seeking one changes perspectives, partners, clothes, and sometimes even country. This is good for such actions help peel away the layers of self-consciousness that wraps each of us in a selfimagined world. But this is merely the first step.
Many years ago, on an isle, I had met people searching for the Self, eagerly consorting with the unknown or the forbidden in an attempt to reconcile with the all-pervading nothingness that gripped them. Alas, the intentions were right but the direction was directionless.
How could one tell them that ‘direction’ is not a physical plain, a tangible thing that represents an end in itself… but that it exists in a dimension of one’s own making, where truth reigns supreme and love locks the doors to hatred and anger. The sale of self-help books continues to rise. Perhaps this is a sign that we have taken a wrong turn even though our intentions are right. That we seek to find answers in the words of others, in the minds of others and in the directions of others, whilst, sadly, ignoring the elephant in the room… one’s own soul that extrudes a yearning to be acknowledged for its own worth and seeking to be rejuvenated by revelation and not celebration in the physical world. ©liveencounters.net october 2021 Celebrating 11th Anniversary
