NONDUALITY AND THE LUXURY CONDOMINIUM IN THE POOR NEIGHBORHOOD

That is non-duality living at its best, meaning it’s a good thing to stroll through it all. On the one hand, there is the singular reality of realities! - Which is reality, no? Maybe, one never knows! - Not this one anyhow! - But let’s say the reality of realities, being the reality of all realities, is here-now, accessible, always waiting, - just beyond the mind! 

 

Well, inside of this there are many dualistic expressions or so it would seem. There is the gated condominium. And you can’t jump the gates, not even with a friend really- you would need an outright industrial ladder. And there are spokes on top, and it looks like it is decorative, for aesthetic purposes, - but make no mistake brother or sister, - we all know what it is all about. There are tennis courts and a tanning area, quiet soft lighting, trees, walkways. Everything is clean, organized, ‘sane,’ flowing. 

Outside is a rough neighborhood. There is a sign not far from there that sits over a decrepit doorway. The sign says the place is a safe haven not only for abused women, but for victims of sex trafficking. Lots of trouble there on the outside, in the greater parking lots. There is a man and his wife and the man hits the kid, looks around furtively, quickly, because he knows he is not supposed to be slapping his kid, and hits the kid again. He would probably hit the kid more if he wasn’t in public. If this is his behaviour in public can you imagine what goes on behind closed doors? There are other things, - many, many of them. They are real and they are there. They can be seen and addressed (unless you would rather watch television or baseball games and waste your life that way). If you are even a little bit conscious, you will see the world, - if not, - you can be like the other sheep and willfully go to sleep. Who am I to judge?

So there is the quiet waterfall, the parapets, the affluent building where the ladies and men walk their little dogs and the little dogs have little urinations and stools and the little people have little minds to go along with their little dogs, lol. Then, there is the neighborhood, - it has problems, and the bricks are stained, the siding and roofs in disrepair, - and you can feel the air thick with dilemma, with far too many people living in far too small a space. It’s not romantic either, - I noticed the people for instance talk as little with one another out there as they do inside the building. 

Our view here is supposed to be nonduality. Or our experience. So, - there it all is, - it’s all one thing, all together. Across highways, there must be a million other towns. Across meridians, other provinces. Beyond the border the south, other countries. Just imagine how big the world is. Do people think about that? It is absolutely gigantic. Are there other galaxies? Why would it even matter,- if one wanted and could explore,- there are fifty different towns along the southern border of country X, and fifty more in the northeast area of country Y. Life and travel are exhausting to even think about. I am just trying to get in the gate to the condo because they have free coffee in there. They are out of milk, but cream will do.

A sugar cube is broken up. Reality is broken up. That is its definition through a nervous

system, through a mind, through language, through space, through time, and all five of those things are basically very similar if not the same. It’s broken up into bits, into duality. Some of the bits are expensive windows and doors and plants and tiles and health and good experiences. Other bits are dishevelled drapes too old, broken concrete forms never repaired, ill-health, and many difficult and harmful and dreadful experiences.

Some of the bits of the unity landed on one side of the fence and some on other. Best to get a coffee and try not to think about it, though that won’t exactly work, never really works!

Oh God, you are a scoundrel! Maybe you are a Divine scoundrel, but scoundrel you are nevertheless.

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