Dharma: why are we afraid of the unknown?

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(Updated an old thread)


We chatter, (express ourselves with sound & movement)from the moment we wake up to the moment we go to sleep. Even whilst we sleep that chatter comes out alive in an extraordinary form. This we call dreams(A sort of maniacal romanticism of the mundane). We forcibly give purpose, meaning to this nightly chatter, just like we engage ourselves with the dreams and aspirations of the day! We share experiences local and non local. We describe our experiences to be crude, sentient and even sublime.

We chatter about the physical, the man and the woman, the young and the old, the slim and the fat, the short and the tall, the human and the animal, the animate and the inanimate, day and the night and all in-between.

We chatter about the non-physical, lower dimensions and higher realms, the spirit and the soul, Gods and demons, consciousness and unconsciousness.

Nowadays, we chatter of supreme consciousness and supreme-collective consciousness and so on… We seem to add in more and more and keep on nourishing our delusions.

Our chatters never seem to end, they either grow reverse to a time immemorial or tumour into a timeless future.

We doddle in the caves, sing operas on stage, dance around and establish theatres, hoist flags and flaunt names, build governments, erect monuments, go up in space and look under the oceans!

We meditate, do yoga, isolate ourselves in monasteries, worship in temples, mosques and churches, do rituals in the forests, play with magic and alchemy, research stem cells, break into atoms, invent technology and bring in robots!

However narrow or wide the sequence, brief or long the translations, mild or intense our feelings, our chatters are limited to a certain boundary!

Our dualities remain the same, our fragmentation of the same roots , our dreams, our imaginations of the same quality, our neurotic tendencies and biotic inclinations remain fixed, our games and plays of the same tether; no matter how contracted and expanded, descended and ascended we think and experience ourselves to be.

Isn’t this still the chatter of a million yesterdays, projecting a million tomorrows; of fanciful ideas and fictitious rhythms! Isn’t it still the womb of dead things? Isn't it the mother of all confusion?

Is it so, in order to reinforce our presence and establish the validity of our existence? One moment we are certain and uncertainty follows the next! Aren't we confused with our own existence?!

Why should we chatter about WHO WE ARE?

We never seem to be exhausted in the pursuit of achieving “the ultimate, the infinite, God, supreme consciousness or whatever that is more than what is”!!! We are never tired of this expansion in time.

We believe God created us and find meaning by striving to reach heaven! We believe space or infinite consciousness has projected us but we find safety in expanding our time bound experiences. We believe in words, it's multiplicity of forms and hold on to language yet credit ourselves with seeking that which is true!


Can time expand and become TIMELESS? Can knowledge accumulate itself to reach COMPLETION? Can experience be of the INFINITE?

When the chatters of the physical and spiritual, natural and supernatural, scientific and religious, consciousness and supreme consciousness etc end...

What is...?