A digest for conscious living
I completed my practice this morning and spent the rest of the day working and preparing for a sales presentation that I have scheduled for Wednesday morning.
This journal is a tool for learning about myself and a documentation of my voyage into a new world. I keep it just as someone who is practicing lucid dreaming must keep a journal in order to see patterns and developments in their dream life that would otherwise be overlooked or forgotten. This practice is also extremely important in the development of a Lucid state on this level of reality. In addition, every time I make an entry it serves not only to document my journey through this year of transformation, but also as a form of therapeutic expression. It is a wonderful tool for helping me to express myself in a creative and constructive way and I am very grateful that I have discovered this outlet. I find the practice of writing a nightly entry so beneficial, that I could forsee myself doing this long after the initial one year journey is over.
That all having been said, there is another side to this. The actual experience of being spiritually Awake and then writing about it in a blog creates a bit of a paradox that I feel particularly aware of today. The reason is that although it might take a great deal of thinking and effort to get to the point of becoming Lucid in this life, the intrinsic actuality of Lucid Living involves decisting from the incessant reflection and analysis that characterize the illusory mind.
When I feel Awake, it is obvious that very often is the very act of thinking, philosophizing and analyzing that prevent me from actually Living this state. Being Lucid in this dream is living from moment to moment, without the nagging compulsion to make “sense” of all of it. By trying to explain it, or rationalize it, I inevitably view my existence through the filter of my so very conditioned mind. Therefore at the end of the day there is nothing really to say or write- at least not for the Awakened one. There is only life to live- Now…. Now… Now
Goodnight,
Kikta