Airstream Souls Come and Go
Airstream Souls Come and Go
It's OK to unbuckle our seatbelts... souls come and go.
Get to know 'life and death' as they really are.
Wet soil fragrance fills the air as we approach the Airstream. Stepping in, we relax. With every clock-tick, deepening solitude envelopes our being. Here, we drift into daydream, where presence splashes lucidity upon life and death. In this place... our cologne, obsessions, successes, flashbacks, pains, desires, unwashed dishes, and RV bob in yesterday’s flood. The torrent moves, and what we thought we were is washed away. We sit, as if existing before our bodies did, as if our trailers were going to the place we came from ‘after we die’. In the dream-trance, we believe there’s such thing as ‘existence’, which tempts ourselves to fret of non-existence. Questioning all assumptions, the flood washes away the dashboard of perception, sweeping us into flow where neither existence nor non-existence swim.
We ponder, ‘If memory degrades like a cheap Heartland, isn’t it fair to say some RV’s are better off not driving? And because I recall I was once a rodeo clown, does it mean I did or didn’t exist? If I can’t remember driving Route 66 before prior to birth, does that assure I was never on that road?’
We mull it over to conclude; ‘Yeah, the universe records the giddy up’n soul into new pastures. Even pot-belly pigs have ego and personality.’
Gazing at crows out the window, boot wearing bipeds aren’t alone in creating and feeling alive.
‘Just who’s telling us what it’s like to be dead?’ we wonder. For if afterlife has personality and wears a Stetson, not occurring ‘after’… there’ll be many more tears before returning to mastery. At our death, the hobo-like ‘i’ ceases, and the real 'I' goes back to the state before being born… apart from the whisky-goggle view of birth and death coming and going. Cracking a beer, we know nothing lasts forever, and that’s a sweet, sweet thing. The Airstream as the energetic-soul body fades against the backdrop of the illusory-like limbo we once gave permission to hide from. Heck, a few times we were having such a kick we had to force ourselves to get out at the truck stop.
Reclining, we imagine the last time we thought something was going to ‘last forever’. Through the windshield are many signposts. But despite the inclination to think they’re for safety; every word on every Stop Sign, No U Turn, Right Turn Only, and One Way leads us from home. Each is an eddy in the playground journey – nothing more. No right or wrong... 'rules' are created by ourselves. Because we don’t remember, we ascribe their power to other Wills. Smirking, there’s a realization we’ve been obeying the traffic signs we constructed. Commanded by stop signs and obeying roadside words and shapes, the sturdier the trailer appeared. We sometimes felt our Airstream more solid than ourselves!
‘Was it our souls aim to take a trip? Perhaps we’re just learning to play, but don't want to live forever.’
As emancipated drivers, we know our ventures don’t last – it’s the unleashed ego that buys into that slot machine. Only through consent are we lost in the map. In the end, we stumble across our own rest-stop graffiti, returning home because the present isn’t going anywhere. There’s always a door handle. Using it to master duality, we place one foot inside the Airstream and one foot out. Cracked open, the attachment to ‘afterlife’ is a symptom of believing there’s a life and death.
As an Airstream Soul, we play with time - coming and going. A dent in our RV, a bumper smashed... no-thing is accidental. By wear n' tear or junkyard crusher, things are created & destroyed. All by intention of the sneaky creator god in all of us.
We float above the flood, or in it. Our choice.
Taking the wheel… we then let go, declaring, “Any belief an event or feeling may last forever is now uncreated, brought to the present, and driven into the junkyard in a gentle, light hearted way. I now grab my glasses from the console; smile, close the door and walk away. It is done.”
Driving by the junkyard to check out discarded vehicles, we contemplate how each is a real & metaphoric attachment cast away. We no longer wonder what it’s like to be dead. It’s simply going back to the place before we were born.
In this parable, the metaphors are defined as such;
Airstream/RV/Trailer - is used here as a metaphor for the physical and energetic ‘body’ that is sometimes identified as body and soul.
Clock - The constructs and unexamined language and assumptions that imply that time is not created by thought.
Driver - A term that alludes to the ‘Soul’, defined here as the temporal energy body component of the temporal matter body. A false dichotomy term used to imply a ‘spiritual’ side of the ‘body’ when in fact both are constructions of thought (not necessarily created by the human ‘brain’). See ‘Soul’ for more description.
Flood/Torrent - A metaphor alluding to the Absolute (see def) and the essential nature (see def). Also referred to by ‘Torrent’. All of these descriptions do not mutually arise, nor do they have polar equivalents. This metaphor is used as a metaphor for the Tao, the Flow, and Groove.
Heartland - A brand of motorhome known for poor quality.
‘i’ and ‘I’ (lower case) and (upper case) - Denotes the illusory-like self (or ‘selves’). The lowercase ‘i’ in the statement ‘i’ always represents a conjured entity or ‘entities’ (see; conjure). Also see You and ‘you’, ‘we’ below. ‘i’ and “I” are SMTS (see def of Subconscious multi-term suggestion) of the word ‘eye’. Uppercase ‘I’, when used as a comparison with a lowercase ‘i’ is asking the viewer to contemplate the ‘i’ as duality and ‘I’ as the overarching Absolute which may utilize duality as a playground state.
Road/Route 66 - are a metaphor for the any journey, or set of perceptions fit into a framework of time and space. Any combination in any order of any-thing or things including time, space, concepts, experiences, objects, distinctions, categories or sections of matter or energy that ‘exist’ solely as a symptom of the thought process.
Seatbelt - represent attachments to things, whether in the form of events, objects, ideas and beliefs, and perceptions.
Signs - May refer to activities, things, habits, distractions, language with built in deception, and the commonly defined 5 senses that can act as barriers to understanding and embracing the essential nature.
Soul -The temporal energy body component of the temporal matter body. A false dichotomy term used to imply a ‘spiritual’ side of the ‘body’ when in fact both are constructions of thought
Stetson - Used as an analogy for the ‘physical brain’. The Stetson is a cowboy hat manufactured by the John B. Stetson Company. Also considered ‘The process of observing’ and ‘thought process’.
Whisky goggles - A metaphoric phrase that speaks to all interpretations of senses, as well as thought-forms (see def) including scientific theories, social conventions, religious and political dogmas, that we incorrectly perceive and believe to exist outside our own and others thought creation.
Have you wondered what it’s like to be dead? It’s simply ‘going back’ to the ‘place before’ you were born.
The set-up of RV and pallet-porch is the metaphor for the physical and energetic ‘body’ - sometimes labelled body and soul.
Are you a wave, not an Airstream?