Guest guest Posted November 8, 2004 Report Share Posted November 8, 2004 We create a cocoon to shield ourselves from the vision of the light. We rather remain or enclosing ourselves in the darkness. Darkness here is the familiar world in which we hide or go to sleep. It is as though we would like to re enter our mother's womb and hide there forever, so that we could avoid being born. When we are afraid of waking up and afraid of experiencing our own fears, we create this cocoon. We prefer to hide in our personal jungles and caves. We may think that we have quieted our fear, but we are actually making ourselves numb with fear. We surround ourselves with our own familiar thoughts, so that nothing sharp or painfl can touch us. We are so afraid of our own fear that we dreaded our hearts. The way of cowardice is to embed ourselves in this cocoon, in which we perpetuate our habitual patterns. When we are constantly recreating our basic pattern of behaviours and thoughts, we never have to leaped into fresh air or onto fresh ground. Instead, we wrap ourselves in our own dark environment, where our only companion is the smell of our own sweat. We regard this dank cocoon as a family heirloom or inheritance, and we don't want to give that bad-good, good-bad memory away. In the cocoon there is no dance, no walking or breathing, not even a wink of the eyes. It is comfortable and sleepy : an intense and very familiar home. In the world of cocoon, such things as spring cleaning have never been known. We feel that it is too much work, too much trouble to clean it up. We would perfer to go back to sleep. In the cocoon there is no idea of light at all, until we experience some longing for openness, some longing for something other than the smell of our own sweat. When we begin to examine that comfortable darkness – look at it, smell it, feel it – we find it is claustrophobic. So the first impulse that draws us away from the darkness of the cocoon towards the light, is a longing for ventilation. As soon as we begin to sense the possibility of fresh air, we realize that our arms and legs are being restricted. We want to stretch out and walk, dance and even jump. We realise that there is an alternative too our cocoon: we discover that we could be free from that trap. With that longing for fresh air, for a breeze of delight, we open our eyes, and we begin to look for an alternative environment to our cocoon. And to our surprise, we begin to see light, even though it may be hazy at first. The tearing of the cocoon takes place at that point. [ Shambhala : The Sacred Path of the Warrior ] ***************************************************************** With this : I would like to extend my Warmest Greetings to ALL my friends in Shakti Sadhana : A Happy Deepavali. And to my muslim friends [ I know there are several here in the list ] Happy Adil Fitri. It is indeed a joy ful day. A day of victory for all. …. Time to make my journey down south : ET Call Home… ET Call Home… ET going Home! Home! Home! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 9, 2004 Report Share Posted November 9, 2004 I would also wish to extend a Happy Diwali to all the Hindus. I am not familiar with the Muslim tradition, but since it is mentioned that they celebrate something as well, I want them to have a Happy Adil Fitri. Thank you for your "Cocoon" and excerpt post, Nora. I really been going through an internal struggle, and I found them inspiring to win the battle. Blessings, >"N. Madasamy" <nmadasamy > > > The Cocoon >Tue, 09 Nov 2004 04:20:07 -0000 > > >We create a cocoon to shield ourselves from the vision of the light. >We rather remain or enclosing ourselves in the darkness. Darkness >here is the familiar world in which we hide or go to sleep. It is as >though we would like to re enter our mother's womb and hide there >forever, so that we could avoid being born. When we are afraid of >waking up and afraid of experiencing our own fears, we create this >cocoon. We prefer to hide in our personal jungles and caves. We may >think that we have quieted our fear, but we are actually making >ourselves numb with fear. We surround ourselves with our own >familiar thoughts, so that nothing sharp or painfl can touch us. We >are so afraid of our own fear that we dreaded our hearts. > >The way of cowardice is to embed ourselves in this cocoon, in which >we perpetuate our habitual patterns. When we are constantly >recreating our basic pattern of behaviours and thoughts, we never >have to leaped into fresh air or onto fresh ground. Instead, we wrap >ourselves in our own dark environment, where our only companion is >the smell of our own sweat. We regard this dank cocoon as a family >heirloom or inheritance, and we don't want to give that bad-good, >good-bad memory away. > >In the cocoon there is no dance, no walking or breathing, not even a >wink of the eyes. It is comfortable and sleepy : an intense and very >familiar home. In the world of cocoon, such things as spring >cleaning have never been known. We feel that it is too much work, >too much trouble to clean it up. We would perfer to go back to sleep. > >In the cocoon there is no idea of light at all, until we experience >some longing for openness, some longing for something other than the >smell of our own sweat. When we begin to examine that comfortable >darkness – look at it, smell it, feel it – we find it is >claustrophobic. > >So the first impulse that draws us away from the darkness of the >cocoon towards the light, is a longing for ventilation. As soon as >we begin to sense the possibility of fresh air, we realize that our >arms and legs are being restricted. We want to stretch out and walk, >dance and even jump. We realise that there is an alternative too our >cocoon: we discover that we could be free from that trap. With that >longing for fresh air, for a breeze of delight, we open our eyes, >and we begin to look for an alternative environment to our cocoon. >And to our surprise, we begin to see light, even though it may be >hazy at first. The tearing of the cocoon takes place at that point. >[ Shambhala : The Sacred Path of the Warrior ] > >***************************************************************** > >With this : I would like to extend my Warmest Greetings to ALL my >friends in Shakti Sadhana : A Happy Deepavali. And to my muslim >friends [ I know there are several here in the list ] Happy Adil >Fitri. It is indeed a joy ful day. A day of victory for all. > >…. Time to make my journey down south : ET Call Home… ET Call >Home… ET going Home! Home! Home! > > > > > _______________ Don’t just search. Find. Check out the new MSN Search! http://search.msn.click-url.com/go/onm00200636ave/direct/01/ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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