Bondage or Freedom: Man’s call to realize his Supreme Destiny and Take His Rightful Place in The Universe [Abridged Version]

Man is both the judge and jury of his own being, his life and existence. Through ignorance [of the Law] brought about by the limitations of his error consciousness, he has unfortunately taken upon himself a life of prolonged and habitual suffering from his erroneous thinking. As an inevitable consequential result, he has unknowingly sentenced himself to a life of pain, endless strife, constant struggles and unending suffering. Both consciously and unconsciously, he constantly dwells in the cave and insidious bondage of duality. Dwelling in the dark cave and dungeon of his self made ignorance, he mistakes the shadows for the real, thus, the fetters and the ball chains have become his daily companion. As a result, he works endlessly, but he constantly works in vain. He labours tirelessly, but he labours yield no lasting fruits, rotten at best. Yes indeed, “Ignorance of the Law is surely no excuse”, as every act of Transgression of the Law, will be met with an equal and swift corresponding iota of palpalble suffering. Yes, man eternally learns all he needs to from suffering, until then, he will “work off the sweat of his brow” and walk the arid earth with scored feet and bend his back in endless toiling.

With bloody palms and trodden feet, he slowly pushes the coarse boulder of his own ignorance, up the steep mountain of his self made hardship and suffering. Dragging the steel balls of chain up the rugged terrain of this deplorable mountain of pain, that pierces through the clouds, through the heavenly sky upwards onto infinity, he cries and calls out with a broken and weary heart, “freedom”. He cries because:

He’s boulder and this mountain; he would gladly trade with that of Sisyphus’

He’s trodden feet and bloody palms; he would gladly trade with the pierced ones of Christ, without any reservations, if it means nailing this burden of ignorance to the cross of Knowledge, Redemption and Freedom.

He’s thirsty tongue, he would happily surrender, nay, he would gladly cut out and trade with Socrates and dip into a thousand cups of hemlock, yes, if it meant quenching this thirst of ignorance.

He’s back he would gladly give for the stabbed one of a great Roman Emperor, if it meant stabbing the burdens of ignorance to the double edged impartial and liberating blades of Understanding.

He’s burning eyes he would gladly trade with the plucked ones of a Samson, if it meant seeing the real from the unreal, shaking off these chains of ignorance and bringing down this house of [T]error.

He’s heavy, bloody and bludgeoned head, he would gladly trade with that of St. John’s on the plate of a proud and arrogant king, if it meant severing off from the torso of ignorance.

And he’s broken heart, oh how he wished he could trade with the brave heart of a martyr, if it meant burning up this toxic flesh of ignorance.

Yes, man will continue to drink from the cup of his own suffering again and again and again, until he comes of Age. The daily double dose of calamity will be his companion, until he enlightens himself and awakens his Higher faculties, his Higher Self. Drowning and getting dragged into the ceaseless whirlpool of his own suffering and pain, he reaches, grasps and clings on to the lifeless and delusional branches of his own making, which he has fatally mistaken for the real or thinks will save him. After much struggling and puny efforts, he is left exasperated and breathless. To his astonishment and bewilderment, he realizes that his branches of deluded salvation have only borne him rotten fruits, rotten fruits which now feed and nest the crows and hungry vultures of the dark gloomy atmosphere. Willing to fulfill his hunger and flesh, he continues to gladly eat the rotten fruits from the tree of his own ignorance, leaving him yet again with more ignorance, more thirst, more hunger.

The more he eats from it, the hungrier he gets, the heavier and bloodier his eyes become. The more he tries to quench his thirst by drinking from his whirlpool, the thirstier he gets, as the salty brackish waters running through his veins, only ask for more and more to fulfill and water its carnal and unending lustful animal passions. Night and day, he is constantly tormented by this unquenchable thirst and insatiable hunger. Unable to fill the eternal hunger that troubles him and realizing he can never fill his belly by eating from this poisoned tree of ignorance or drinking from this pond of selfishness, man is once again, left grievously disappointed.

Still he searches on. For freedom, he marches on. For liberty itself and for liberty’s sake, he ventures on. On the soul’s pilgrimage and eternal quest he doesn’t know that he is on, THAT, until which he arrives at, he will continue to walk in circles with trodden feet, push his boulder with bloody palms and a weary heart, thirst and hunger for all of eternity, crawl in his cave bound hand and foot, sail his ship around in circles, while arrested to the ocean floor with the anchors of his own ignorance. For so long as he tries to free himself from the shackles of the strait jacket of his calamities, by constantly eating from the tree of his own ignorance, the tighter he will be bound. Unknown to him that all this while, “the very powers that bind him, are the same and only powers that can ultimately set him free”.

Still, for Freedom he searches on, because whatever ignorance he conquers, is indeed conquered all throughout eternity, forevermore. For Freedom, he searches on, because he knows “the sufferings of this present times, are nothing compared to the Glory that shall be revealed in and through him”. For that Living Bread and Water that will satisfy his eternal hunger and quench his unending thirst, and like a consuming fire, transform and consume all his false and error consciousness into an unending blaze of glorious manifestation, he definitely and optimistically searches on. A blazing manifestation, that can only be compared to the brightness of the sun at high noon, in which the brightness of the sun pails in comparison. Tranquil splendour that is more tranquil, more breathtaking and splendid than the dancing northern lights that transforms the Northern skies. Tranquility and splendour more captivating than the sprinkle and dash of stars that blankets the night sky of the Serengeti or a spiralling galaxy. Yes, the thistles and dead branches of ignorance have been instantaneously burnt up and consumed by the flames of Understanding. For nothing can withstand the scorching flames of Understanding, nothing.

It is indeed a consuming fire, a canon ball of fire blasting away the bolted hinges and steel doors of ignorance that have encapsulated his mind. Ignorance brought about by the accumulated inheritance and negative suggestions of the race. Liberated, he marches on triumphantly, shouting and proclaiming with joyous gladness in his heart and with an unmatched supreme authority, “Vive la Liberté!”

Vive la Liberté will forever be his proclamation, his new song indeed.

As the liberated fumes of Knowledge begin to ascend like a Phoenix rising from the ashes of his dead self, his ignorant self, the fumes of Knowledge cleanse, purifies and burn up the scales from the eyes of man, he no longer sees men as walking trees, nay, he has attained the pinnacle of clarity, the height of Understanding. Yes, he has put aside the cloudy and misty veil of delusion, gloriously ascended to the mountaintop of Understanding and majestically planted his flag there in triumphant glory. He has attained to the most sublime (or shall I colloquially say, the most sublimest) of Wisdom. He doesn’t seek Wisdom anymore, no; HE IS Wisdom itself. Even it be for a fraction of a second in eternity. In the immortal words of Sir William Blake, “To hold Infinity in the palm of your hand and Eternity in an hour”, indeed, for an hour would be too long, an hour would be infinity in itself. Just give man one minute, just one minute. For a minute is like a thousand years and a thousand years is like a minute. Wisdom so sublime and foreign to this foolish and mundane world of intellect and reason, that it can only be considered foolishness in itself. For the world can only deem such Wisdom foolishness when compared to the trammels of their ways, when in fact, such so-called foolishness is the only Wisdom there is.

Yes, the most intellectual and scholastic reasoning minds of the race, can only brand it as a heaping pile of incomprehensible and mindless rubbish, balderdash, that is downright nonsensical, at best. Babbling drivel of the highest order, literary hullabaloo to be pooh-poohed, scoffed and spat at by the most intellectual and reasoning minds. And so it must continue to be, when ignorance is burnt up, knowledge will be foolishness and foolishness will be Knowledge. For;

How can the Sublime be comprehended by the unsublime?

How can serenity and silence be comprehended by noise and agitation?

How can peace and tranquility be comprehended by confusion and commotion?

How can the light be comprehended by the darkness? For weren’t we told that “The Light Shineth forth in the darkness and the darkness comprehendeth it not?”

How can a kind, compassionate and loving heart, ever be comprehended and understood by a heart filled with hatred, envy, wickedness and utter selfishness?

How can the humble and meek nature of a sheep be comprehended by the deceitful and cunning nature of a wolf, of a serpent?

How can the purity and innocence of a dove, be comprehended by the devouring nature of the crow and the vulture?

Likewise and in the same way, Supreme Wisdom cannot and will never be comprehended by blind ignorance. Sublime things can only be sublimely comprehended, for if the sublime could easily be comprehended by the unsublime, it would instantly fail to be sublime. My good friend, Emerson triumphantly said, “Virtue doesn’t know that it is virtuous”, of course, how could it? For the only way for it to be conscious of its virtuousness, is to taste and eat from the tree of vice and evil, in which case, it would instantly cease to be virtuous. There’s no unity and duality, love and hate, good and evil, faith and fear, bondage and freedom, this and that. No! There’s either unity or duality, love or hate, good or evil, faith or fear, bondage or freedom dwelling in the temple that is man

Ignorance and Knowledge cannot be bunkmates, for where one is found in totality, the other is absent in totality [and obscurity]. The Universe refuses to be put asunder or be divided against itself. For a house divided against itself, will surely not stand. And so it must be if man is to hold the sceptre of his being, to realize and enter into his supreme destiny, as well as ultimately conquer the Universe.

The error consciousness of duality and the liberated consciousness of Unity will not and cannot coexist or be present in humanity. Either man is completely immersed and leaving in a liberated state of mind, to the inevitable absentia of the other, all the while enjoying and reaping the benefits and rewards of liberation, or he’s leaving in duality and eternally suffering the consequences.

And when liberation comes, O what a happy day it shall be indeed, for not only does it come like a thief in the night, it comes with a gail five hurricane force wind and the force of an earthquake, knocking off the canopies of ignorance and shaking the foundations of the cave in which man has subjected himself and dwelt for so long. [Un]Like [Plato’s] dwellers in a cave, long mistaking the shadows of himself for the ultimate reality, he will emerge, standing fully upright as the winds of change blow gently across his face.

Looking over his shoulders at the rubles of his demolished cave, he can’t imagine how he lived there for so long, bound hand and foot. Going back and trying to rebuild that cave is an unfathomable and laughable impossibility. He couldn’t, even if he tried, for when man is free, he’s free indeed. When man’s consciousness is liberated and set free, it is free indeed, forevermore, forevermore. In the words of Camus “In the depths of my winter, I found there lay within me, my invincible summer”. If I May I rephrase and paraphrase this statement for it’s eternal clarity, I dare say “In the depths of my winter, I found there lay within me, my invincible and eternal summer”.

Whatever setbacks and limitations he conquers in his consciousness, he surely conquers forevermore. Starring up into the starry night sky in bewilderment and to great astonishment, he instantly realizes that there are absolutely no faults in his stars, there never was and there never will be. Mounting his chariots of fire with supreme majesty and with the glorious whip of understanding, he dashes and trail blazes through the nightly forest, leaving a path of destruction, yes, burning up and laying waste to the dead branches and dried up leaves of ignorance, singing Vive La Liberte, as he dashes through the forest east, towards the horizon to the dawn of the rising sun of Truth!

Fini!

Cover Art: Sisyphys (1548–49) by Titian, Prado Museum, Madrid, Spain – Wikipedia

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