Willing

“Ignore what you are not until it kills you... Strive to find out what is going on – directly.” ~ David Scoma

"Who is willing to look at the being without turning away, and continue to stand there unflinching? Not moving a muscle, or turning to excuses, as their identification with ego is being gutted, piece by piece?

Who among the masses will show resolve in the story – resolve enough to approach this immolation with bravery and with a firm resolve.

A resolve so strong that it is willing to look directly at the ego, directly at the patterns, directly at the life being lived without blinding their own eyes to what is seen.

To the darkness – bubbled up and then (typically) separated – pushed back down, ignored, given the back seat.

Who is willing to no longer play into the separation of seemingly good and seemingly bad?

Who has had their fill with the false identity and the faulty identifications to such a degree, that they are willing to drop each and every poltergeist no matter how much it screams?

Who is willing to stand in place and accept the brand? The brand on the body and the mind and the psyche that were never yours to begin with? The branding, the pain, the intensity virtually the only way to rid you of that lie and awaken you to the truth that you are not that lump, that battlefield of contradictions, that horror story with no happy ending in sight?

Who is willing to stand in that inferno – no matter how scorching the fire?

Story, no doubt. You, a bit player. But resolve in the story – as it arises – is music to the universe.

The surrendered resolve of the entity in the narrative is the soundtrack the universe desires. The hymn to be playing in the background as IT takes you on a guided tour of the Heart of Darkness.

Who is willing?

And how can this be accomplished?

It is always accomplished – through death and rebirth.

No matter how quick and painless.

No matter how drawn out and torturous.

How can the entity allow it to be accomplished in either scenario?

How, exactly, is that done?

By signing the warrant, with the universe as notary – the warrant for the demolition of your image.

Of your supposed identity.

And then by bravely standing by as the mute but willing witness at your very own execution.

Who is willing?"

~ David Scoma, justperception.net

Painting ~ “Crucifixion Salvador Dalí Pintado: 1954 Ubicación: Metropolitan Museum of Art. NY.