In a Tim Ferris interview with Elizabeth Lesser of Omega Institute, she used a phrase that struck me: “relaxing into mystery.” That cannot be improved upon to describe my everyday life goal. So, of course, I plopped it into my heart to see what its Jack-in-the-box might pop out at me. And pop it did.
I want to tell you about that, but first, I must implore you to refrain from castigating me as merely gross. (Actually, given what the Great Karmic Board may have to say about me some day, “gross” may be a word that proves to be an understatement. Just sayin’.)
The syllable that hit me was “lax.” That brought to mind the concept of laxative. It occurred to me that the highest spiritual initiates are champeen poopers. That is them taking in the maya of false conception and instantaneously pooping it out. That is them engaging zero-time digestion of the Fire Of Our Deity, enabling Soul Beauty, and pooping the chaff that presented to perception as alchemical opportunity. Thus, re-laxing cyclically invites Shiva to pull the chain after the lax has configured consciousness to do its business every moment. This toiletesque imagery is just a synonym for nonattachment.
Of course, ULTIMATELY, der ain’t no nuttin’ out der; der ain’t no nuttin’ in der; der ain’t no nuttin’ nowhere. But all in All there IS Beauty: the Bright Energy of Alpha United to You. No one is “doing” it. It alchemically appears as you conform yourself to channel infinite mystery as an instance of the Great Unknowing’s harmony with the Great Great Silence. (If your brain ain’t smokin’ now, I don’t know why you’re reading this.)
Relaxing into mystery. That’s it. As you poop unreality and use its provenance to birth Soul, you bring on the Peace that passeth understanding. Not in you, ‘cause “you” are but a fable. The happening is universally divine personality using your consciousness as its pallet (both as its Arty mechanism and as its resting/relaxing place.)
You know how good it can feel to just poop it all out. That can be quite a relaxing reset. Indeed, that release can bring on the Cosmic Comfort Flame’s mysterious Presence every moment.
“Relaxing into mystery” is a powerful image because it dispels the notion of some sort of “you” invoking the mystery or whatever “you” might call your higher spirituality. Even that great mystical, high and mighty guru guy Paul McCartney got it right (Pardon the sarcasm.) Let it BE. By ‘relaxing” (surrendering) in and as the One, mystery’s absent but apparent Presence becomes an effulgence leaving “you” in God’s own awe.
Give yourself up to THAT Great Service. BE the One who evolves infinite Mystery right from your hearty toilet seat upon the Ark of the Covenant. That’s the temple outhouse, where all unreality is supremely flushed clear out of space-time as a new-birth fiery finale.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you about this concerto grosso. Just relax. Mystery will reward.