Shot in the Dark

"Truth is a pathless land." Man cannot come to it through any organization, through any creed, through any dogma, priest or ritual, not through any philosophic knowledge or psychological technique. He has to find it through the mirror of relationship, through the understanding of the contents of his own mind, through observation and not through intellectual analysis or introspective dissection. Man has built in himself images as a fence of security -- religious, political, personal. These manifest as symbols, ideas, beliefs. The burden of these images dominates man's thinking, his relationships and his daily life. These images are the causes of our problems for they divide man from man. His perception of life is shaped by the concepts already established in his mind. The content of his consciousness is his entire existence. This content is common to all humanity. The individuality is the name, the form and superficial culture he acquires from tradition and environment. The uniqueness of man does not lie in the superficial but in complete freedom from the content of his consciousness, which is common to all mankind. So he is not an individual.

Freedom is not a reaction; freedom is not choice. It is man's pretence that because he has choice, he is free. Freedom is pure observation without direction, without fear of punishment and reward. Freedom is without motive; freedom is not at the end of the evolution of man but lies in the first step of his existence. In observation one begins to discover the lack of freedom. Freedom is found in the choiceless awareness of our daily existence and activity.
Time is the psychological enemy of man. Our action is based on knowledge and therefore time, so man is always a slave to the past.

Total negation is the essence of the positive. When there is negation of all those things that thought has brought about psychologically, only then is there love, which is compassion and intelligence

Do you know the legend of that angel who was ordered to come down to Earth and guard the gates of Paradise? He was a good angel and did what he was told to do. He remained here for years, then centuries, then ages...until he forgot the very reason of his existence. He forgot he was light, he forgot his very nature and became what he and his Lord most feared. Humans down here invented names for such a hideous creature, as he had to be hideous if he prevented them from reaching Paradise. They were poisoned with myths of Ascention and the Metatron, the highest of all angels as he had been a man before, Enoch, the one who had been chosen, elevated, transformed...and all the while poor Uriel watched the creatures he was supposed to control and loneliness turned him into the monster who filled every nightmare. He raised his gaze towards the house of his Lord and could not remember the colours, the sounds, the beauty of his brothers and sisters in light. And one day, tired of frightening humans and beasts with his thundering voice he lay still by the Nameless Lake and he caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the waters. His smile brought tears to his eyes. He thought there was someone else there with him...a companion, someone to share his knowledge and the history of humankind with, he spent the rest of his days looking for this ethereal creature...oblivious to men´s attempts to reach the gates of Light, searching, seeking with his heart full of joy and hope. He would not be alone anymore.

Free of the guardian, men tried to recover their inner divine spark harder than ever. Women became mothers, shepherds rescued stranded lambs, masons built cathedrals, engineers devised metropolis and rockets, poets and philosophers made humans think of a new way and artists created beauty from nothingness.

But all of them were deceived.

Among them, the ones with the most ilusory dreams were the race of the dancers. They tried to jump upwards pretending to be angels.When in fact, only jumping downwards could they be nearer God.