Wow! What a statement, “out of my mind”. There was a time when that was all I wanted to be; but it usually involved engaging the help of some really good drugs or a rather cheeky red. These days being out of my mind has a whole new meaning. I’ll rewind a bit first.
I remember when my true self was in the early stages of emerging. I was quite involved with Spiritualism, and meditations were wonderous experiences with crystals, colours, angels, animals and spirit guides etc. I remember thinking that I had really arrived somewhere; not realising that the experiences I was having, although very pleasant, were of the mind. The universe soon blew away any delusions of grandeur that I had about having “arrived”. I believe it’s fashionable to refer to these kind of meditations as “visualisations” these days.
It was some years before I was to learn the true meaning of being out of my mind. But eventually, Zen found me, introduced me to a state of “no-mind”, and took me in a whole new direction. These days I very rarely meditate in the traditional sense, but quite often experience myself being nothing more than an observer as the shenanigans of life play out before my eyes.
However, I also find myself as confused as ever, as the universe (or whatever you want to call it) constantly highlights all the things that are still holding me back. I am incessantly reminded of all my personal prejudices (as much as I try to deny them); they are constantly there, glaring at me, almost tormenting me and daring me to give them up. They say that awareness, where there once wasn’t any, is half the battle. But the universe is truly relentless in its efforts to completely send me out of my mind.
I hope this post finds you… out of YOUR mind.