Joy is ever-present, not eternal. Let’s step outside life and death.

“There’s a false duality in ‘life and death’. The very consideration plays with terms that pretend to be mutually arising, but aren’t.

Joy is an ever-present state, one that can only be temporarily covered, and only by those ‘things’ hosted in ‘time’. The essence of believing ‘life and death’ is actually beyond the relative viewpoint, hides its expression and removes us from being present.”

get an understanding of the following story’s metaphors; mutual arising, relative, Stetson (fedora.sombrero), Overalls, Carnival (fair), Projectors, Ferris Wheel, Playground, Smaller-self, Illusory-like, Movie

“‘Life and death’ evaporate when you step out of the carnival...”

In this image, the character ‘X’Tzu’ from ‘11:11 El Luchador Gauntlet’ considers the new sunrise awaiting for those who transcend life and death.

“After a rough day, I collapsed so hard on the bed that it felt as if I was dead. In my slumber, the smells of the fair, the attachment to having to go back to work, and the weight of my heavy steel toed boots disappeared.”

The ‘hat’ represents the mind, while the deer symbolizes an unencumbered being without the filter of attached thought.

In the carnival of life and death, we dream of rebirth.

“When I woke, I was different. Was I dead? Something had died.”

“I’d gone beyond death and attachment to life. Each one was contingent on the other. If I loved carnival life, then I had to hug death. If I feared dying in one of the rides, then I surely loved the attached life. I now walked between the two; confident, untouched, unfazed.”

Joy is ever-present, not eternal. Deep down you know Joy is your actual state of being.

“From there, I sauntered around the carnival, between numerous screens and booths, casting shadows and reflecting colors of the projectors beaming their light across the canvasses of those onlooking.”

Eternity resides in time.

Emptiness means nothing when you no longer embrace ‘things’. The merry-go-round represents the dizzy inward perception that pleads for you to not have that realization.

“Here I pondered, how many people have come and gone?”

“How many have rode the Ferris wheel?”

In the carnival, all things that mutually arise can be found. The ferris wheel represents ‘time’, our creation and consent of such.

Stepping off the merry-go-round’s inward focus of time makes false-duality translucent.

“And how many pairs of overalls and denim jeans have been worn thin, discarded into the dusty memories of has-beens?

How many smiles and laughs and tears forgotten, as if they’ve never happened?”

“Names that once appeared to be etched in stone.

Joy that seemed eternal, instead of ever-present.

Sadness that beckoned to be believed when it sang songs of permanence.”

Hope is illusory when it dreams of permanence.

Transitory distinctions fly through the worlds of our carnival-like experience.

“Love that was sure of the sunrise.

Birth and death appeared as concrete as the sound of a baby crying and a death rattle.”

“But… all of them are gone now.”

You can go beyond death and attachment to life.

“And what you’d think would feel as ‘emptiness’ means nothing – as meaningless as a sun without a planet to rise upon.”

“Let the children play, as their laughs echo in the playground of the illusion that binds…

Where death is a shallow excuse for birth… and birth an illusory hope for more.”

Joy is found ‘outside’ the attachment to the dance of life and death.

Only in the carnival can you claim to be a co-creator (or a creator for that matter).

“…where tears run for their own perpetuity.

…and thoughts think themselves into comfort by dreaming they’ll be reborn.”

“So friend, as we walk out of the carnival to the nearby hill, I ask you...”

“Do your ears open as large as sinkholes, absorbing any sound they can, to jealously guard the whispers they’ve heard as pure, true, permanent, and non-illusory?”

Many Christians use words that imply they don’t really want to be in their ‘heaven’, as they say they want ‘eternity’… and eternity is just time that never ends - a symptom of the small-self, a convenient distraction from having to face the present.

“From under your felt fedora, Stetson, sombrero; do your eyes still demand light, as if you’re a co-creator who no longer sees your creation, or the real nature of that creator of your slipping smaller ‘self’?”

“Does the mouth feed so that it can feed some more, and does lead to devalue what you feel?”

Here in the playground we sing songs of permanence, but know the music is only for our ears. So right now, get yourself into a ‘timeless’ perspective. Without it, the allegory looses sense. Be present. If you’re willing to entertain the unlikely nature of time, then proceed. Difficult to swallow, yet the ‘you’ that’s been conjured is the small-self. While new age and older age religions dream that the small ‘we’ are spirits coming around to enjoy and experience ourselves, it’s untrue of the small-self. Only the Absolute-self, fused in dance reaches that destination.

“And are your lungs still heaving to reinforce the air?
Does it’s fleeting nature draw an unpleasant faced on an illusory-like ‘humanity’?”

Twin Inferno flight bursts from the confines of ‘humanity’, dreaming of a time when there can be nothing but. Yet, Twin Inferno is where soul and spirit resonate in awareness and actualization. It’s the ‘state of be-ing’ where ‘flame of present’ brings life to soul, lubricating the ability to peacefully engage in multiple dimensions. Twin Inferno state is that of choice, the vantage of having one foot in the relative playground of duality, and the other in the Absolute. Only through this does one act in sovereignty. When Twin Inferno’s ignited, relative fuses to Absolute, and the dualistic playground becomes a landscape of choice and possibility.

“Ah friend, the timeless perspective doesn’t negate love, it only appears to from temporal eyes.
When timeless vantage of the absolute reigns over relative wishes for duality to become singularity, then love is genuine. In this sincerity, all is loved.”

A walk from the carnival.

“So come on, let’s walk down this hill and back into the carnival, perhaps build some theatres on its outskirts.

Sure, our emotions join the dance of dreams, begging the movie to never end. That’s why you and me will still continue to create.”