freedom: the real thing, not the political term, has nothing to do with circumstance. it’s a feeling, the same as non-attachment in the eastern terminology- it’s a recognition of how what we do both simultaneously matters and does not matter.
I’m very attracted to people who have some form of this freedom. We all are actually, they are an attractive type- since they embody what we all want. It has nothing to do with money. I’ve seen the freest people without a cent, but clearly with some sort of connection to- to the flow, to the divine. To actual consciousness.
And when one has this sort of freedom, money is almost irrelevant. This sort of freedom- there almost needs to be a different word for it so it doesn’t get confused with the circumstantial, political type of freedom- is what we are really all seeking through politics, through love, through sex, through money. All those things can be distractions. not that they are necessarily distractions, but they can be.
take love. in one form, it’s about wanting and longing and never quite getting. In another form, it’s about connection and making something more. In the realest form, love is just acceptance and appreciation of what is, no need to have or get or change.
I’m not quite sure how to describe this freedom. I’ve been mesmerized by the concept since I was in my early adult years and first started to understand what it is. For some reason, I’m not even able to articulate it, even though I’ve experienced it.
When I was 22 this strange thing happened: one day, I realized that my emotions were a choice. but it was a realization in the broader sense of the term- I actually realized it. And quite suddenly, I was freed of all the internal garbage and gargle and stuff that hinders most of us all the time. consequently, I was very blissfully happy.
here’s the bizarre part- this state of joy went on for six months.
I’ve heard of other people having something like this happen- like the woman who had a stroke that shut off her left brain, or people who meditate a lot. My left brain was still fully functional, it just didn’t bother me at all except when I needed to use it.
We’ve all had moments of this- something slips, and the temporary realization occurs, and the freedom-state-of-mind is achieved. It might be only a couple seconds, but anyone can recognize that. Sometimes it happens through connection with another person, and the fabric of our conceptual rendering of the world is torn or just pulled away. and the realer world emerges, just for moments, maybe hours.
So how did that state of joy- which I was fully conscious of at the time, aware of the rarity and strangeness, unsure of how to explain to others what was going on- how did that slide away? I don’t know.
It left a permanent impression- this awareness of the possibility.