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Bedtime Stories

October 07, 2010 | | Comments 0

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 As very young children we are told bedtime stories. Even if  our parents never actually read stories to us. We take in  all of our life-story at the nipple of life, so to speak. And  what we are fed adds not only flesh to our bones, but ideas to our head.  From birth right up to the age of three or so, our naturally serene and quiet self  becomes thoughtlessly aware  of our body not as a separate entity, i.e. “my body”, not even more simply “the body” but as a warm, fleshy extension of Self. We revel in the total sense of aliveness conveyed by the five senses which, at this early time, do not belong to  a defined person. As this pure, open consciousness, we are swept up into life without preferences, without needs, without wants –everything is somehow provided to keep us alive and happy.

Our sublime contentment is altered, if not shattered, when our sixth sense – mind – kicks in. At first, mind does not know what to “think” about all this life that’s going on around it. In fact, there is no sense of a  separate self  cognizing a separate world; all is one and the  same. No time, no space, no distinction, no thing. But gradually, naturally, innocently and mysteriously, a sense of a “me – in – time” emerges. And once upon Time, our individual story begins. We learn a new sense of self. A self that now has a name, a body, an identity. All of this is imparted  and absorbed in the course of growing up. Many of us can recall some aspects of this incorporation of our environment into a composite person we call “ME”  This “ME” is accumulated and stored in a MEmory which will be constantly consulted to interpret “reality.” And as our taste for life unfolds, we learn to like certain flavors and to dislike “others” we now consider plain vanilla. We are fed these flavor preferences primarily by our parents, who, inturn, were fed the same tastes  as their parents’ parents. On and on, the human story is told in time.

Our new, strictly conceptual self , as understood and interpreted by what we  now call “my” mind, moves out of our earlier, parentally “programmed” phase, into a pre-conceived life and world. Our “story” becomes the story of what’s going on. But, for some, our story seems somehow never quit complete – something is missing! And so our Search begins, and we are dragged – sometimes  through a fragrant  garden, and sometimes over miles of rough road – to find the missing part  we want to be happy like we were before Storytime began. For some of us, “want” turns to need, and we are forced to abandon our efforts to “keep it together,” to  cohere these disparate parts that somehow never  add up to a whole. As viewed from the perspective of Cognitive scientist  Francisca Varela: “ Our microworlds and microidentities do not come all stuck together in one solid, centralized, unitary self, but rather arise and subside in a succession of endlessly shifting patterns.”  And the Indian spiritual sage  Ramesh Balsekar  further adds: “ What we do is project a self into our “actions” because by so doing, we think we account for the way our actions seem to hang together.”

Day after day we pine away, until One day dawns, and we  realize that we are not our story.  Never were and never could have been. We glimpse our real, whole Self, and there’s  no doubt about it! We see that we are that which reads from behind and before every Story ; that whole which contains all stories. That  Oneness which illumines all life.

And that self-same sun never again sets. The bedtime story  about who we, once apon a time, thought we were, has a truly happy ending.

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