The scene below outrages the normally peaceful healer; not anger, rather frustration and sorrow colours his cheeks. Below in the village, the festival is going full tilt. Drunkenness and all the ills flowing with the drink reign this night. They want to forget.
'I think, therefore i am', he quotes in his mind. Nonsense. The formulation of a child. The ultimate lie used by the ego to enslave and hold humanity back down, he groans softly. 'To be' does not require a billion, billion little worlds fighting for supremacy, fighting for survival, fighting for recognition, fighting for respect, what have you. Too many units lost in the dark. Because one merely thinks, existence is not established! Only a fool would choose see the world this way. 'I think, therefore i choose to blind my wisdom, settle into my Self, dwell there, feed it, dote on it, build walls, build it a fortress and once and a while weep in isolation that 'i am' has lost my way', the good doctor smiles. 'I think, therefore i had best get back up in the driver's seat and understand that by thinking my Self into existence the mind creates and reinforces separateness. I am is the first wall: i don't need anyone else to tell me that i am, who i am, what my works produce, i am my own judge and jury'.
Young women screaming and young men hooting, the festival noise grows louder and louder. Doctor Krishna knows that thinking about existence like a immature french philosopher having a tantrum against the powers that be, is no solution. Mankind has known long enough that whoever wishes to save his life will lose it: that which is treasured and protected must die in this world: all things must pass, all material things change. Of course, it caught on. Individualism. Me against the world. How much suffering can any man create? 'This man Descartes created more suffering that the A-bomb', the doctor suggests to no one.
Yet, he is not alone. Looking up, he sees many villagers on the rise above the noise and lights, standing very much like he does now, looking down in bewilderment, faces of sorrow, faces of acceptance, faces of tender compassion. The party will go on all night: doctor Krishna doesn't even remember the annual justification for the madness: it's always the same, music, drink, more drink, 'letting go' and getting numb, very very numb, as if they are trying to escape life. And well they should! The ' i am ' keeps them in a shell of poison, slowly weakening them, slowly dissolving their spirit, slowly surrendering to the mind's desire to build higher walls, needy, threatened, accusing, quickly angered ... some day they will wake up and realise that 'i am' is not the answer.
'There are other answers', he whispers to them. We are not alone. We are interconnected from conception, to birth, to communication, to the eyes that see us and recognise us. In fact, when the mind is prepared to surrender that childish 'me' and embrace 'we', there is maturity. Whoever loses his life for the sake of compassion and wisdom, for Love Divine, for ones friend or enemy, that gift is life! Truth manifest! Awakedness! We are.
But not yet, the good doctor sighs. There will be hangovers. There will be much suffering on the morrow. And new lessons are not lightly accepted. One must willingly give up the old to pass through this door. Doctor Krishna blesses them all, sits down on the grass and looks up at the stars. Some things cannot be rushed, he notes with patience: I love, therefore i am.
'I think, therefore i am', he quotes in his mind. Nonsense. The formulation of a child. The ultimate lie used by the ego to enslave and hold humanity back down, he groans softly. 'To be' does not require a billion, billion little worlds fighting for supremacy, fighting for survival, fighting for recognition, fighting for respect, what have you. Too many units lost in the dark. Because one merely thinks, existence is not established! Only a fool would choose see the world this way. 'I think, therefore i choose to blind my wisdom, settle into my Self, dwell there, feed it, dote on it, build walls, build it a fortress and once and a while weep in isolation that 'i am' has lost my way', the good doctor smiles. 'I think, therefore i had best get back up in the driver's seat and understand that by thinking my Self into existence the mind creates and reinforces separateness. I am is the first wall: i don't need anyone else to tell me that i am, who i am, what my works produce, i am my own judge and jury'.
Young women screaming and young men hooting, the festival noise grows louder and louder. Doctor Krishna knows that thinking about existence like a immature french philosopher having a tantrum against the powers that be, is no solution. Mankind has known long enough that whoever wishes to save his life will lose it: that which is treasured and protected must die in this world: all things must pass, all material things change. Of course, it caught on. Individualism. Me against the world. How much suffering can any man create? 'This man Descartes created more suffering that the A-bomb', the doctor suggests to no one.
Yet, he is not alone. Looking up, he sees many villagers on the rise above the noise and lights, standing very much like he does now, looking down in bewilderment, faces of sorrow, faces of acceptance, faces of tender compassion. The party will go on all night: doctor Krishna doesn't even remember the annual justification for the madness: it's always the same, music, drink, more drink, 'letting go' and getting numb, very very numb, as if they are trying to escape life. And well they should! The ' i am ' keeps them in a shell of poison, slowly weakening them, slowly dissolving their spirit, slowly surrendering to the mind's desire to build higher walls, needy, threatened, accusing, quickly angered ... some day they will wake up and realise that 'i am' is not the answer.
'There are other answers', he whispers to them. We are not alone. We are interconnected from conception, to birth, to communication, to the eyes that see us and recognise us. In fact, when the mind is prepared to surrender that childish 'me' and embrace 'we', there is maturity. Whoever loses his life for the sake of compassion and wisdom, for Love Divine, for ones friend or enemy, that gift is life! Truth manifest! Awakedness! We are.
But not yet, the good doctor sighs. There will be hangovers. There will be much suffering on the morrow. And new lessons are not lightly accepted. One must willingly give up the old to pass through this door. Doctor Krishna blesses them all, sits down on the grass and looks up at the stars. Some things cannot be rushed, he notes with patience: I love, therefore i am.
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