Being present

A disciplined mind remains present in the moment, not dwelling on the past or planning for the future, instead respecting both as links in an unbroken chain of conscious life and remaining aware of and thankful for the life force that accompanies every breath. Through this process of perceiving the present moment as a way of residing in a state of omnipotence, the disciplined mind stands as being most capable of appropriately handling each new moment as it comes and responding to the forces of karma that push and pull along with each new wave of “now-ness.”

By properly addressing the challenges of the now and of nothing else, the disciplined mind essentially manifests the most beneficial future moment to come and in doing so, resolves the past to peaceful memory. By embracing the realization that all is mind and focusing the mind on the present, the past and the future become crystal clear, in that they are invisible, unable to cloud this moment with either the uncertainty of things to come or doubt of things already done. This allows the disciplined mind to greet the present with its full capacity, its full attention. This may be a radical form of perception for some, given humanity’s tendencies to bring the excess baggage of past and future into the present. It is necessarily so, as the root of the word “radical” is, in fact “root.”

 This is the root, the essential way of perceiving this reality, of effectively living in this reality…in this present moment.

This is not a reality of suspended time and place, where all of time immortal is all laid out before us as if it’s suspended in Jell-O, instead it’s all stretched out on a ticker tape, forever reeling, or at least it seems this way to the undisciplined mind. The undisciplined mind finds great difficulty in resolving the past with the present and future and must wander hopelessly through all three haphazardly, more often than not, being completely unaware of the present moment at hand. All-the-while the undisciplined mind trods along begrudgingly through the linear time constructs and constraints of modern society. It’s more than enough to make the undisciplined mind overwhelmed.

But wait, for the good is always there, whispering softly.

Let go of the past, let go of the fear of the unknown future that lay before you. Embrace the moment and realize that it is all there truly is. Future plans are simply brought into the present moment and carried out, past reminiscences  are also, simply, brought into the present moment and lingered upon, while the present moment sits patiently in the old, dusty waiting room chair, twiddling thumbs until it’s name is called upon again. Breathe in a new breath and it hops up happily to greet a receptive mind.

“What new wonders shall we bring into existence now?”

Learn from mistakes while they are being made, no need to wait until they’re done! Being present in imperfection is that holy mountaintop which the disciplined mind should climb toward with anticipation of the enlightenment it holds at it’s summit, for this is where humanity is revealed in all it’s flawed glory. Be present in the fits of anger, present in depression, present in the misery and learn these valuable lessons as they presently present themselves. It’s the joy of the undisciplined mind to be present in elation, present in good health, present in sweet sensations and present unwrapping presents, but it’s the subtle nod of contentment to be present and thankful in grief, in heartache and mourning. The disciplined mind can be present in these dreadful times thanks simply to the fact that all present moments pass, that by addressing the energies manifested in the now, those energies will be addressed in the moment to come, alleviating conflict, allowing the healing process to begin when it is most critical, at the instant the injury takes place. Here there are no doctors saying “If we had only caught it sooner, we may have stopped this cancer from spreading…”

In this moment a breath is drawn, a breath is held and a breath expelled, and with it, enlightenment is attained.


Three Little Monkeys

Three little monkeys were sitting in a tree…one fell out and scratched his knee…one looked down and scratched his head…the other, in a fit of rage proclaimed, ‘The gods, they must be dead!”

The fallen monkey looked up and realized just how far he fell. The one looking down proclaimed, “That must have felt like hell.” The other little monkey, being now without a God, looked over at the other saying, “Isn’t this whole life business just the slightest bit odd?”

The fallen monkey looking up now through the jungle canopy, saw the splintering rays of sunlight and in awe said, “All praise and glory Be.” The downward-looking monkey scratched his downward-facing butt. He responded to the question with an uninterested, “What?”

Inspired by the light above, the fallen monkey began to climb. The atheistic monkey sat and charged the gods with neglectful, hateful, awful crimes. The little monkey looking down enjoyed the newness of this scene. Before this day, each day had been the same repetitive thing.

The climbing monkey thanked the gods for providing him with limbs both on trees and on body to use. The godless monkey began to wonder what in life could be considered the truth. The monkey looking towards the ground laughed at the other’s serious tone quite loudly. The little monkey without a god took this gesture badly.

The monkey on the climb was nearly back to where he started. The little laughing monkey laughed so loud and hard, he farted. The other, now having enough of this bafoonery, left in search of more sensible company. The fallen monkey return to his perch and sighed, grateful for his place in destiny.

The other little monkey laughed and laughed and laughed again. Making light of everything in life became his definition of life in heaven. The other little monkey, without a god but now a mission, carried on his path seeking truth, learning lesson after lesson after lesson.

Until one day too he fell down from his perch and looking up, saw through the tops of the jungle canopy.

He smiled and as his soul did rise, his final words were,
“Truly, God is me.”