Outside the box
Free-drawing class in school.
The teacher slowly walks through the rows of desks, glancing over to the children's progress, and stops to look more carefully at this girl's work, which was so unusual, and she asks her:
-What are you drawing?, to which the girls responds:
-I'm drawing God.
-Ha ha, says the teacher, how can you draw God, nobody knows what He looks like !, and the child says:
-They will in a minute!
This is a really captivating subject, people's beliefs...
I often wonder and am amazed at the plethora of religions today and how serious they take themselves...although, I have the feeling that even the people who claim they belong to a certain religion, nowadays are just going through the motions, mostly out of mere habit. ( I read the Bible several times and there were NO mentions of rabbits- except they are not kosher; nor of a big bearded man in a red suit-in fact, I'm pretty sure there were no fat people back then).
So today I'll share with you a different perspective on this quintessential question that lurks in the back of our minds, like a Hintegedanka (German word for a thought concealed, way back in your mind, like a hint, or a suspicion that has a gnawing persistence); and that thought is:
Who am I and what am I doing here?
There is an old story about the astronaut who went far out into space and was asked upon his return whether he had been to heaven and seen God.
"Yes," he said.
"Well, what about God?"
"She is black."
Though this is a well-worn story, it is very profound.
And here's a little excerpt from one of my favorite books, that will open up a brand new view of these amazing things we call Life, the Universe, creation, purpose, reason:
...On the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are
By Alan Watts
When children ask me those fundamental metaphysical questions which come so readily to their minds -- “Where did the world come from?” “Why did God make the world?” “Where was I before I was born?” “Where do people go when they die?” -- again and again I have found that they seem to be satisfied with a simple and very ancient story, which goes something like this:
“There was never a time when the world began, because it goes round and round like a circle, and there is no place on a circle where it begins. Look at my watch, which tells the time; it goes round, and so the world repeats itself again and again. But just as the hour-hand of the watch goes up to twelve and down to six, so, too, there is day and night, waking and sleeping, living and dying, summer and winter. You can’t have any one of these without the other, because you wouldn’t be able to know what black is without white, or white unless side-by-side with black.
“In the same way, there are times when the world is, and times when it isn’t, for if the world went on and on without rest for ever and ever, it would get horribly tired of itself. It comes and it goes. Now you see it; now you don’t. So because it doesn’t get tired of itself, it always comes back again after it disappears. It’s like your breath: it goes in and out, in and out, and if you try to hold it in all the time you feel terrible. It’s also like the game of hide-and-seek, because it’s always fun to find new ways of hiding, and to seek for someone who doesn’t always hide in the
“God also likes to play hide-and-seek, but because there is nothing outside of God, he has no one but himself to play with. But he gets over this difficulty by pretending that he is not himself. This is his way of hiding from himself. He pretends that he is you and I and all the people in the world, all the animals, all the plants, all the rocks, and all the stars. In this way he has strange and wonderful adventures, some of which are terrible and frightening. But these are just like bad dreams, for when he wakes up they will disappear.
“Now when God plays hide and pretends that he is you and I, he does it so well that it takes him a long time to remember where and how he hid himself. But that’s the whole fun of it -- just what he wanted to do. He doesn’t want to find himself too quickly, for that would spoil the game. That is why it is so difficult for you and me to find out that we are God in disguise, pretending not to be himself. But when the game has gone on long enough, all of us will wake up, stop pretending, and remember that we are all one single Self -- the God who is all that there is and who lives for ever and ever.
“Of course you must remember that God isn’t shaped like a person. People have skins and there is always something outside our skins. If there weren’t, we wouldn’t know the difference between what is inside and outside our bodies. But God has no skin and no shape because there isn’t any outside to him. The inside and outside of God are the same. And though I have been talking about God as ‘he’ and not ‘she,’ God isn’t a man or a woman. I didn’t say ‘it’ because we usually say ‘it’ for things that aren’t alive.
“God is the Self of the world, but you can’t see God for the same reason that, without a mirror, you can’t see your own eyes, and you certainly can’t bite your own teeth or look inside your head. Your self is that cleverly hidden because it is God hiding.
“You may ask why God sometimes hides in the form of horrible people, or pretends to be people who suffer great disease and pain. Remember, first, that he isn’t really doing this to anyone but himself. Remember, too, that in almost all the stories you enjoy there have to be bad people as well as good people, for the thrill of the tale is to find out how the good people will get the better of the bad. It’s the same as when we play cards. At the beginning of the game we shuffle them all into a mess, which is like the bad things in the world, but the point of the game is to put the mess into good order, and the one who does it best is the winner. Then we shuffle the cards once more and play again, and so it goes with the world.”
In a nutshell, life is an exuberance, and the only reason for living is to enjoy it mindfully; there's no black without white or North without South, good without bad, pleasure without pain, etc.; they exist like the two faces of the same sheet of paper, everything is God, and you are IT !
Again, the bunny and the Santa were missing as well - take note.
I don't know about you, but doesn't that theory make much more sense ?
It makes you feel good, empowered, alive !
And ...responsible for everything.(did you think there was no caveat?)
I'll take it.
That's all for today, and to finish off, I'll leave you with this little poem from the Tao Te Ching:
The Tao is the one,
From the One come yin and yang,
From these two, creative energy;
From energy, ten thousand things;
The forms of all creation.
All life embodies the yin'
And embraces the yang,
Through their union
Tao Te Ching, Chapter 42