What’s the difference between illusion, delusion, and imagination?
I’m having so much fun living into a role that I’m creating in my mind (financial steward). I’m definitely imagining it. Is it an illusion? I guess so. Is it a delusion? I hope not.
Given that I so often feel drawn inward these days, (1) maybe I’m deluding myself. How would I know? Look in the mirror?
I’m also feeling an inordinate need to get things straight in my mind. It’s an awakening of a different type – a waking up from taking things for granted.
I’m paying attention to my here and now as well. The more I draw up love from my heart, the more my attention comes to this present moment.
I’m aware that everything I have going on with me is going on first and most lastingly in my mind.
It may be down on paper but the paper could burn and then we’d be left with only my mind.
Every other form of record is equally ephemeral. Who will have the equipment twenty years from now to play a tape, a floppy disk, a diskette or a CD ROM? Each technology lasts about a decade. Only our minds will last (and the universal mind or akasha).
And since my mind is eternal, as is everyone’s, I am the eternal record of everything – in my own world. My mind is the eternal record for me. I may have gotten things garbled (and I often do), but it’ll still be the eternal record for me.
I feel a need – I don’t know where it comes from – to get clear on some fundamentals like this.
That fundamental having been distinguished, what’s most important to me turns out not to be what’s in my mind, but how I feel.
Happy? Great. Loving? Even better. Blissful? Better still. How good can it get?
This is what really matters to me.
Using the breath to draw up love repeatedly produces the best moments of my day. I must marry that practice and stillpoint.
Isn’t it interesting that feeling ways like happy, loving, and blissful, I should also feel inward-drawn?
Not running around. Not shouldering a burden. But laying everything aside and just being here, completely unburdened and satisfied.
Footnotes
(1) I seem to want to meditate more. I find myself at odds at times, thinking to myself that I only want to remain quiet and yet responding that I can’t do that; I must get going. But the call to stillness and silence is persistent.
I have to report as well that the minute I close my eyes I drop into stillpoint. This cannot be an accident. It must reflect our refinement of vibration.
It won’t for all people be stillpoint. For some it may be visions or sensations or thoughts.