“Nothing was, nothing will be, everything has reality and presence”*
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Time:
Are we not all dictated by the reality of time? With the first rays of each rising sun we are always reminded of a constant force at work which subjects every one of us to its unstoppable power. We cannot really stop time, make it go slower, or faster but, if reality is an illusion generated by the mind, than time as well can be manipulated to further enhance our personal and introspective journey.
In order to push beyond the natural flow of time a person is going to need a catalyst. Since we are all repressed by our bio-mechanic capabilities, we alone cannot dwell into a new environment without the help of an engine to power us to the new world. It is like a fish out of water or diver without an oxygen tank. In my case there is only one capsule that allows me manipulate the existence of time. That force is a river and the act of fly fishing.
Through this interrelated connection of mind, body, spirit, and environment a person is able to walk into a meditative state of calm. I have heard it described as “the clearing of one’s mind of thought”. For me it is more of a state of numbness where my senses feel denied a certain primal necessity. I am not looking for food, seeking shelter, or analyzing my environment to suit my survival. There is only slow breathes and a calm pulse to remind me that I am alive.
I go blind. My vision becomes so focused on one spot so much that all around that spot (a feeding fish) there is darkness. I do not notice the passing of clouds, the breeze of the wind, or the sound of the water flowing over the rocks. I lose my ability to communicate next. When one is talking to one’s self they speak quietly in their heads as if they were talking to someone right in front of them. “Where did I put my car keys?” or “Don’t forget to pick up milk on the way home,” are two examples of how we communicate with ourselves. It is an a language created by Man to communicate with Man. It is this form of communication that is lost while on the banks of a river, making countless casts to a rainbow trout.
The last and most important sense to go is the ability to feel. The wetness of the fly line, the smoothness of the cork handle, and the cold water pressing up on my waders all dissipates like morning dew heated by the sun.
Now I am control of time. Time is the only remaining force standing in the way of the manipulation of reality. Consciously being aware of what state you are in without having the ability to communicate it to yourself or feel it is a sensation without description. I can only tell you that during those moments I am neither moving forward in time nor stagnant. It is what Einstein has described as General Relativity. An observer from far away watching a person fall into a black hole will see that person move very slowly while the person moving into the black hole will be experiencing time accelerated and would have that experience occur in the blink-of-an-eye.
Well I am in the black hole. I am both the observer and the fallen. There is no reality while on the banks of a great trout river. Reality is an idea fed to us all in order to keep order and obedience. I am an organic-anarchist.
Free the mind through the power of nature, and a moment of infinite time will emerge. Never stop exploring and stop searching. Searching for something only limits a person while exploring let’s one admire what one has encountered along the way.
*The title of this post comes from Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse
March 15, 2010 at 9:51 pm
“It was the self, the purpose and essence of which I sought to learn. It was the self, I wanted to free myself from, which I sought to overcome. But I was not able to overcome it, could only deceive it, could only flee from it, only hide from it. Truly, no thing in this world has kept my thoughts thus busy, as this my very own self, this mystery of me being alive, of me being one and being separated and isolated from all others, And there is no thing in this world I know less about than about me”