There is a life that lives inside the life I live. Sometimes this life within a life is submerged so far below the surface of consciousness that one could not discern that it is even there. Other times, I hear it calling and I know that I can access its wisdom and other times I hear it calling and I refuse to hear what it is that it wants to tell me. I am no stranger to the divided mind. I have lived side by side with myself for years and it does not worry me that i experience this twoness about myself. Perhaps it is the strong Catholic faith that guided my early years. The nuns telling me that the angel sat on one shoulder and the devil sat on the other. The divergence between heaven and hell as a catalyst for the duality that characterized my struggles within even as a young teenager.
This book of essays is dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Or, at the very least we are all equally capable of accessing the glimpse of the life within the life that is so necessary to discover if our ambition is any form of serenity. The conflicting dialogue, the running commentary that we have grown accustom to is made of of two equally important aspects of our mental capacity. On the one hand we have an ego like structure that is focused on the external world. It collects data, assesses that data and logically goes about the business of coming to a conclusion. It is the science of life that it listens to. On the other hand we have a deep instinct that comes to us through millenniums of evolution. It is the age old capacity of subjectively experiencing what we feel inside of us. It is a sensation we feel. It is a kind of interior road map that guides us to internal points that inform us of the internal operations of our mind and body. It is in many ways the source of oneness. We experience our energy and our drives from this subjective location.
As we journey through this life, we are brought into direct conflict between these two points of observation. There are times when they may be in concert, but for the most part they will inform us in such different ways that it is difficult to reconcile one from the other. The journey through these essays is meant to provide a clear and logical path to understanding who we are and what we want from our brief experience of life here on earth. Much goes into contemplating life and we have so little time in which to accomplish this task.
A spiritual community, for many of us began in our families of origin. It is, for many of us, very difficult to grow in a family that emits dysfunction. Dysfunction is emitted based on lack of knowledge, lack of right thought, and lack of feeling the internal messages that would assist in dismantling the frightening anxiety. Family dysfunction essentially points us in the wrong direction. Some are able to re-navigate their way to their own paths quickly. Others fail at finding their way and suffer for most of a life time before, if ever, finding the comfort of serenity that exist within.
In the last number of years after leaving a psychoanalytic institute that I am indebted to, I began to do a different kind of research than I did as a candidate in analytic training. I broke away from the formal scientific method and that allowed me to study other forms of knowledge. I have read Buddhist material, I have sat in meditation with a Sangha, I have reviewed a multitude of new age writers and I have begun to dedicate my journey to understanding the convergence that I believe points to truth.
Here I have to explain that Truth with a capital “T” is not a scientific venture. It is a philosophical venture and as such it breaks away from pure objective data and is willing to grapple with “Truth” that is subjectively experienced from within. Truth used in this context implies an experience that is overwhelmingly sensed as coming from a place that is not purely thought.
The manner in which the body informs the mind of an internal event is not necessarily done in words. A sharp pain in the back, or the chest, or a awful feeling of needing to vomit are not experienced by the mind as words. These sensations emit from the body with the sole purpose to alert the body that something is out of balance. This sensation of “out-of-balance” is crucial to surviving and is every bit as informative as our eyes perceiving a mad dog coming our way. The vision that the sensations provide, though wordless are of primal importance to both the continued growth of the individual as well as the continued growth of the human specie. Our internal being is connected to the oneness of the human race and the oneness of the human race is connected to all living organisms on earth and in the universe.
We are not alone, nor are we meant to be.
As I continue through these short essays, I hope to bring a dialogue to this concept that we are an ego and we are a self. The subtitle of this blog from where this book is being written is: a recalcitrant ego in search for a self. To that end I welcome readers to comment within the blog post. I think this kind of interaction will bring us to a point of convergence where, with help of each other, we will move closer to the irrefutable pleasure that is derived from knowing the extent to which we are divided and the manner and methods necessary for us to move away from internal conflict and move towards a serenity that has life glowing like the sun when it shines its morning light on the darkness of the night.