Freedom Frighter


Welcome the departure


Freedom: what an awful thing to bear. For some, the ultimate aspiration, for others, the ultimate illusion. No matter what one thinks about it though, we all like to dwell in our own concept of freedom and always hope to make the most of that freedom as much or as little as we might think of it. But how much do we think of it? How much do we feel it?

So often our vision of freedom is minimized by our mind so that we won’t be overwhelmed by it and can fit more conveniently into our own narrow existence. Don't we just label those who dare shake our anesthetized lifestyle, dreamers, idealists or unrealistic fools?  Because a vision larger than ours either inspires us, saddens us or angers us. The last two occur when our vision of freedom is reminded of its limitation. We get angry when we refuse growth, when we refuse the mirror, when we have become rigid and change frightens us. We respond with the low frequency tools that are farmed everywhere around us and to which we have been and are constantly tuned from childhood to adulthood. If we validate a vision larger than ours we feel that we are invalidating ourselves and that is one tough illusion to beat.

But even when a vision of freedom different than ours inspires us and initially we get excited about that new crack in the wall we seem to have built around ourselves, having not trained ourselves to sustain clarity and inspiration with courageous, self-honest action, soon that excitement and enthusiasm will wear off and we bury that new vision in doubt, fearful reasoning and brilliantly crafted excuses. We are, after all, these perfected excuse finders. The perfect justifiers and blamers. Our brain has become so good in finding reasons to justify our unwillingness to make that extra effort out of our comfort zone. What is comfort zone? The comfort zone is our daily residence – all the views, the belief systems, all the likes and dislikes, all the desires and fears we have absorbed and ultimately identified with. The Familiar. That’s why for so many going out of the comfort zone would be going out of reality. We fear leaving reality. Each man is a circle – the more concerned we get about our own center, about our own interest as separate from the rest, the smaller the circle, the smaller the diameter of our understanding and compassion, the less open, curios and tolerant we are. The irony is that the closer we get to this ego-based center, the further we get from our true inner center. This circle, however big, can only grow horizontally. When our vision no longer restricts our growth to the horizontal, we break the circle. We become spheres, ever growing spheres. And these spheres will be in motion. Their motion is the spiral, the dance of the infinite. Even our galaxy is a spiral. And this dance seems to have become even clear for science as earth follows the sun in a cosmic spiraling adventure. If in the universe as we know it, everything in space rotates on an axis but also orbits something else, as human beings, our notion of identify and freedom in the spiraling adventure of the Self depends on the things, the vision we orbit. Ask yourself now: what am I orbiting? That which you orbit will suck you into its course. The moment you change that which you orbit, your rotation around the axis, what you perceive as your center, changes as well. Transformation appears. You tune to another frequency. Identity becomes a wider notion. Also, increasing the attention you pay to your rotation around your own axis - the ancient know thyself - will lead to a change in that which you orbit. Orbit petty little things and thoughts and guess what your freedom will be like.

Sometimes a new perception of freedom permeates our rigid structure, our comfort zone and plants the seed of doubt. A healthy doubt. It might be a person, an image, an event, a sound, an emotion, a sentence, it might be instinct that has triggered it, it might be all of them combined because when one finds its way to your heart, everything else follows. More of the same are pulled into your galaxy. They’re just different expression on the same frequency. What if there’s more to this? What if my freedom extends past what I have thought I am, what I can do, what I want to do? What if…? We start questioning our axis, that which we orbit, the rules that have been taught to us as governing our existence. Freedom invades the realm of possibilities. Freedom invades your senses. It’s like tasting for the first time something you’ve heard so many opinions about but nothing even comes close to finally knowing that taste yourself.

Doubt can be the beginning of a new certainty...Certainty itself, however, can bee the doom of any new beginning.

Sometimes, that initial excitement will not wear off because you have recognized something in that new vision, view, image, action, interpretation or person, something …real, that has made you freedom hungry and you feel so intensely about that that you cannot go back to a narrow structure anymore. Your zone has become too small now to contain this large vision. You are ready to leave your zone. You are ready to expand, be more. It’s like you just got a new pair of lungs with which to breath this newly increased amount of oxygen. You are ready to be free. Something clicked inside you and though it may come out as a spontaneous outburst it was really the outcome of an entire process (you are able to fully perceive only retroactively). There are times when you think you’re ready but you’re actually not and times when you think you’re not but you need a good kick in the butt to realize that you are.

This reminds me of those caged animals, the ones that have been born in captivity or have lived in captivity for so long that it becomes extremely risky to release them into the wild because they wouldn’t survive the newly found freedom. It would be too much for them to handle. They have been alienated for so long from their true nature and way of being that the shock of returning to that original, natural state could kill them. I once saw a documentary where they had this tiger they wanted to release back into the wild but they knew he couldn't adapt to that lifestyle on his own, at least, not that quickly and he would risk starving to death until being able to hunt again. So, initially they released him into a reservation where they could still keep an eye on him and which was populated with ostriches to make hunting and feeding as easy as possible. To their surprise, however, the time the tiger had spent being deprived of freedom proved so efficient in affecting his natural strengths and instincts that at the sight of the first ostrich the tiger was simply terrified and ran desperately the opposite way. This kept happening every time the tiger would see such a “ferocious” creature. Days would pass and the mighty, fierce cat would simply stay hidden in some bushes like a scared little mouse, afraid to show himself to the unforgiving world outside. He was on the point of dying of starvation. Eventually, they had to actually place dead ostriches (not just meat) near his hiding place until he got the courage - helped by his starvation - to get out and check out the creature that was lying there breathless. Soon he got accustomed to the ostrich meat and especially to the idea that those ferocious creatures were not that ferocious after all and that he, instead, was. He remembered he was a tiger and no longer ran at the sight of ostriches but started hunting again. He had to learn to be what he had always been. Freedom is always there calling for us but can we recognize it when we have spent so much time away from it? Can we remember what we are? Are we just going to settle for what others have laid down before us – we’re this, we’re that, we’re inherently bad, selfish, tied to this or that rule and concept and identity and template or are we going to challenge that by confronting our fears, our perception, by going outside the zone, by staying in our own company with open hearts and minds until these are no longer two separate words?

The Trap Within

When you do something that prevents self-expression or prevents someone else from expressing themselves naturally, you deny freedom, you cut off freedom. If your actions don’t rise above yourself, you move away from freedom. If the way you love is not wholeheartedly, selflessly, a no-holding-back offering, you are renouncing freedom. If your thoughts, your words or your actions are not concerned with the wellbeing of the others, with seeing them evolving in freedom, then you remain incarcerated in your own little bubble. Letting go means breaking the bubble and inviting the whole universe to your party.

We like to say that one’s freedom ends where other’s freedom begins and this is so in tone with our politically correct times. But how about denying the freedom of another by the way we look at them, the way we judge, the way we project our own desires and expectations? We laugh at, we point our fingers at, we criticize, we avoid those not fitting our standards but in no way we call that violating their freedom. Children are raised with fairy tales, they are allowed to dream, and for this interval of childhood, grown-ups can ‘excuse’ their imagination and can even use it to implement their own teachings. Gradually, ‘reality’ is taught to them, and what was welcomed and encouraged before is now suppressed, they have to fit into the framework we have built for them – dream as you are told to!, we yield to them. As adults we rent or buy time for dreaming. As long as it’s just a convention, it’s all right. We enter the theaters and for two hours we can believe in another world, we can believe in people with superpowers, in dreams becoming reality, even in love (most of the time according to the templates in which it has been presented). We believe in freedom. We read books, we write poetry or essays such as the one I’m writing now and then like with a snap of fingers, the magic is over, we get up, put our reality suits on and get busy being adults, get busy with life but not with living, perpetuating this agenda. And we sell our time, doing things we don't like to get in return paper with symbols on it with which we can then buy things, lots of things that make us feel worthier than the others, with which we can do things that make us feel freer and happier than the others and with which we can even buy ourselves some little time back that we call holiday during which we must cram up as much entertainment /rest/fun as possible to make up for all those months of hard work behind and ahead and keep us in the game. Because it’s all a game, isn’t it? We play life, and some are called losers because they don’t get or don't want the high prizes put up there by the ones who have designed the game, and others succeed and they are leaders and idols, promoting the templates that validate you as an individual, promoting even the non-conformism as long as it is corresponds to one of the templates, promoting Society as the supreme being.

But this is not a discourse against society no matter how flawed it might be. That would just be another form of fruitless finger pointing. It would be another trap to feed this cycle of errors. Society as it is might not be the finest expression and understanding of freedom but thinking that we can solve the problem by adjusting society is like killing the patient to cure the disease. There is an internal order already there waiting for us to align to – when one taps into it and another one taps into it, an entirely new network of beings who have awaken to their internal reality will be formed. Society will be a consequence, the perfect frame following a natural state of being of the individual not a form, a frame that hopes to lead to a natural state for the individual.

Maybe the hardest truth to swallow when we take up freedom is that the first thing we need to free ourselves from is neither a religious, a political or a social system, but ourselves. Our own system that keeps us prisoners. What does that mean more exactly? What is internal order?  The state in which Love rules supreme. The state of harmony. But those are merely words and like all words they’ve suffered so many interpretations and mutations that their relevance has become almost extinct.

We are technically alive but we do not really live the aliveness within –wired to a network of patterns that triggers all of our needs and desires and behaviors, we resemble an organism maintained alive artificially but not conscious of itself – the organism acts as being alive – consumes, eliminates but its perception is merely a reflex conditioned by these templates of thinking, behaving, feeling. We are slaves to our brains, in our little thoughts, in our gestures and emotions, desires, intentions. These brains have been conditioned. We think we think for ourselves, we think we feel for ourselves, we feel we are alive and conscious. We think we know. We lie contentedly in our certainties like in a comfortable tomb. Some feel something is not right and simply revolt against the outer reality, want to fight the enemy out there, the Manipulators. That can also be a trap. But it’s always so much easier to just fight something outside yourself, something that is separate from you. But we don’t fight the separation itself. It’s even so much easier to fight yourself, punish yourself, deny yourself. It’s so painfully hard to love yourself, to love your way to freedom, to accept your Heart as the ultimate guide and this is not simply a metaphor as your heart is not simply an internal organ. The real revolution is led within. The ultimate revolutionary is the Self. See your Heart as a being and see the dialogue that sparks from then on.  You can create freedom for those around you. However, freedom starts with yourself. You, alone in solitude. In darkness. But the destination, the expression of freedom will be among people, for people. In light. So freedom starts in solitude but its purpose and fulfillment is found in union, in Togetherness. The beauty of two people whom each has liberated himself and herself of himself/herself coming together to expand into and glorify the Supreme Freedom. The Freedom unifying freedoms. Meditation and prayer are simply practicing Freedom.

Know your chains

The most dangerous thing for freedom is a cell large enough for you not to be able to see its walls, its bars. Freedom starts in stillness, but its manifestation is motion. The dynamics of the soul. When you stop surprising yourself, when you stop being fascinated with the miracle of life you die.

No cell is more solid than the one each constructs for himself or herself. We all know that old Chinese saying - give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime – well, the same might be applied in a dystopian kind of way – build a man his cell and you feed him the need for freedom, teach a man to inadvertently build his own cell and you’ll enslave him/her for a lifetime.

We have all been taught well. We are passing down this teaching to our children. We are reinforcing it through competition, through the blind chase of future rewards, a life of security.

How can someone be free without recognizing his or her chains? The real art we have become masters at is dissimulating these chains, hiding them sometimes under the very colors of self-expression and appetite for life and freedom. A Carpe Diem that has been distorted. A safety net that has become our strait jacket. We don’t like when someone contests that we are free. We don’t like to be shown our slavery.

It takes honesty to give freedom. Just like with love, you need to first direct it to yourself to be able to direct it to others. At the end of each day you can pause a little from all the external noise and try entering a dialogue with yourself (again through the sacred space of the heart). That external noise will be probably now experienced as internal. This can be the prelude to your meditation or prayer. Simply stay with yourself, sit with yourself, sit your self. Breath consciously, presently, committedly. Watch the thoughts barging in. Watch yourself watching them. Ask yourself  how free you felt that day, how you expressed your freedom or lack of it, what made you feel free and what not, who made you feel good and why and who didn’t and why, whom you made feel good and why and whom you didn’t and why. Watch for the patterns. They’re everywhere: in thoughts, emotions, reactions, words and gestures. Ask yourself about the moments you felt the freest in the past and about what you think would make you feel the freest now. Ask yourself what prevents you from experience freedom as you imagine it and see how external-oriented the answer gets. Zoom out on the Observer, zoom in on the Now. Anything that you see yourself grasping, let go of. It’s like having a consciousness-hand and every time you become aware of a thought, of the formation of an idea, a mental solidification, the hand opens and the thought-image drops. On and on. Spiraling into yourself. Orbiting yourself into your Heart until you become the Heart, until the pine tree blossoms.

Freedom is Evolution

What do I want from freedom? What do I want out of it? What do I want from being able to express myself freely? What is that feeling? How does it make me feel? Why do I feel the need for it?

Maybe our need for freedom comes from our natural tendency to grow and evolve and manifest what has manifested itself through us. We have the seed of growth in us. We are Seeds. If you plant a tree and then you confine it within a box of some sort, or build a room around it, its natural tendency to grow will still have expression and power and the tree will take the form of the box, it will adapt, its roots will pierce the floor and go underground farther then that box or cell. It might even pierce the box altogether. Ultimately it might become the box and with time, the box will be living inside the tree and not the other way around. That tree might not grow tall and might not spread its branches as it would normally have but it will grow, nevertheless, that natural tendency cannot be suppressed. The same with people. It’s just that the more perfected a system of control has been developed the more it picked up on that natural tendency and eventually, very cunningly, it allowed just enough room and just toward a certain direction for the tree to grow as to have it manifest and release that tendency (the illusion of freedom) and not build up and pierce through the ceiling, the roof. We are living in times where the tree cannot be contained in a small box anymore. We are reminded of our growth. The natural tendency towards expressing of that which lies within the core of our being its pushing out. We want to play.

Basically, this tendency to grow and evolve is love for life. If right now you were chained or your freedom of speech was denied you would feel that tendency being blocked and crushed. You would want freedom because you would want life, it’s simple. There is no genuine life without freedom, there is no freedom without life. Your expression for your love for life embeds your expression of freedom. Freedom of expression, freedom of speech is so precious because it is the basis of our love for life, of what is natural – that’s where it springs from. If we cannot express ourselves freely, we cannot fully live, we become sick. Sickness is not a natural state of being. Life claims us for a sacred union in total harmony and consciousness. When we are censored in our expression, we are censored from our union with life and life cries out loud in us and for us. When someone messes with freedom of speech, they mess with Life, they mess with something infinitely larger than them and they cannot win. Life always win, eventually.

We express ourselves daily but unless it reaches out in the form of awareness, inspiration and love that expression is an extension of chains. Such a beautiful culture of chains we’ve got here. We make music, we make literature, we make cinema, we make theatre, we make paintings, we make love…we just crave for expressing ourselves, we just crave for life, we just crave for freedom. Sadly, the very means through which we begin to express it often end up as the hiding places for our fears, for internal void that comes from lacking the sense of that real freedom.

Freedom is the most important exchange and act of communication you have with the others, with your partner, with life or existence, with divinity, it’s the most important relationship you have – the relationship with yourself. You can’t get lazy in a relationship. If you do, that relationship is doomed. You constantly have to invest, to be there, present, available, attentive, receptive, open. You have to be alive, your liveliness sustains the fire of the relationship. Be good to life, love it, explore it, respect it, dare with it. It’s been given to you to express it and expand it. So move it, dance it, laugh it, run it, climb it, sing it, write it, gaze it, flow it, breath it, walk it, and most of all, stay with it. Get silly, get hungry, get childlike! If you have grown up without destroying the child in the process, you’ve already got a best friend right there and he or she has got your best ideas. Be loyal to life. Don’t play safe, play!

The Eyes of Heart

There is so much beauty around you, see it, pierce with the Eyes of the Heart through the crust of the ordinary, through the patterns that tell you what life is, what you are. See that Beauty and that Beauty will set you free. When we become unable to see the Beauty of all, our soul is in a coma, we’re dead men walking. Those who have renounced beauty, have renounced freedom. He who has renounced freedom will incarcerate others because he cannot bear alone the confinement of his own cell, the torment of others’ joy. He cannot love. And he who cannot love is a sickness in the world, a disease looking to spread. Don’t be a sickness, be a remedy. Stay alive, look for the beauty! Again, this is not metaphorical talk – your heart has eyes. Learn to use them. Place your attention to the area of the heart and filter everything through there. Learn to enter this sacred space, trustingly while in solitude, at first, and you will be able to tell meaningless from meaningful, to distinguish illusion from reality.

Freedom is Awareness

But what is being aware? Everybody feels they are aware. Nobody would dare recognize they are not. On another hand those who realize their lack of awareness often don’t realize they are the ones creating the distance to that awareness by imagining or thinking they cannot reach it, or that they only depend on external stimuli, teachers or guides to make them able to reach it. Perhaps we can recognize true awareness in the one who is not disturbed by anything and who does not create conflict around him or her.

But Freedom starts with doubt, with questioning. Nothing escapes this doubt, this inquiry – least of all, your own self. Being aware is stripping off the known, giving up your pretentions of what reality is or what it should be and keeping the space within unoccupied and accessible so that Truth can settle in at its own pace. The truth is always there available to anyone. We are the ones that are not. We are occupied, full of the self we have carefully constructed as persona – I am this, I am that, I like this, I don’t like that, I am like this – our identity is a bunch of adjectives and adverbs – we have become interesting or boring sentences to one another.

Freedom is Death

Yes, Freedom is death. Only then it becomes resurrection, rebirth. But who’s willing to die? At the end of the day what I should ask myself is: have I loved as much as I could have today, have I died today, have I consumed my fears by embracing them with all my heart? Each day I’m clinging to my own life and not let go of it is a wasted day. Each day I live until the consumption self, where there was no holding back on love and trust to a higher purpose is a day where I was alive.

There is this scene at the end of the ‘Braveheart’ movie where Princess Isabelle visits William in prison before his torture and execution and gives him a small bottle containing something to numb the pain. But he only pretends to take it. He spits it out. He wants to be lucid, present and receive what comes to him in full awareness. He knows that his senses will also be numbed if he takes the medicine. The freedom he had fought for comes with this price, comes with this pain and to honor that freedom and everything he stood for he must honor the pain as well. After all, nobody would know that he took that potion but himself. He would not loose respect or dignity, he would die well; actually the exact opposite is risked by not taking it – the possibility of giving into fear and not ‘dying well’, courageously. But this risk, this vulnerability is also part of the commitment to freedom. So wanting freedom means not being willing compromise to yourself. It means welcoming the pain lucidly, with mindfulness. Not numbing it by entertaining the mind with ‘fireworks’ or distracting it with useless busyness.

If you want freedom you have to take in the pain. If you want Love you have to welcome the pain as well. It doesn’t mean freedom or love is pain but that what stands in the way of freedom and love is often a wounded self which we do not let go of. And not letting go means pain, it means suffering. In suffering we find probably the most subtle and wicked form of attachment. Paradoxically, there’s a dimension of us that thrives on pain and failure.

There is so much self-sabotage when it comes to freedom. Freedom requires constant attention. It is not just the most beautiful thing to feel but also the hardest thing to sustain. She’s this incredible torrent that wants to run unhindered and it needs us to provide her a riverbed to match that massive flow. When we don’t, she overwhelms us. We get drowned in our own freedom. We are reminded of our self-imposed limitations. So we need time to build that riverbed so we make sure we can sustain that flow when it starts pouring in. This is a day-to-day practice. This is living. But the paradox is that we fear freedom. It is a one skilled partner on the dance floor. We fear we won’t live up to its expectations. Freedom means responsibility. It means commitment. It means returning every hit you get with gratitude there was another lesson learned. 

Every single moment we are equipped with everything we need to face ourselves. We are designed and built to live freely but chained so we can claim this freedom by conscious, fully assumed choice. We don’t even need to have freedom, we are freedom. This is the very essence of the human being. This is what is at stake. This is the challenge. The purpose. We are so free that we have even the freedom of choosing not to be free. And we do take this freedom. A lot.

We have become so trained in numbing the pain and with it the exact feelings and emotions that would enable us to confront our fears and chains that we no longer even perceive our lack of freedom, our second hand reality.

Freedom is Wisdom

The most subtle form of knowledge. In the end the only one that truly matters. What difference does it make if the coffin is made of the most expensive wood or of the cheapest? What difference does it makes if the chain comes attached with erudition?

And we do love freedom of expression. But what can we truly express when we are not internally free? I can say anything I like and I can be allowed to do so just as long as I don’t know the truth because I’ll just be one of the irrelevant voices lost in the gigantic mass of noise claiming an identity.

What does it mean to be internally free? And here’s the circle again – it means to know how to love. And what does it mean to know how to love? It means to know the wounds, to accept them and heal them first.

Just like light cannot exist by itself, it needs matter to manifest, it needs to meet an obstacle - from the mighty abstract the light becomes visible by accepting the concrete, by making the concrete visible. Its role, as the formless, immaterial, its purpose, is to make the form, the matter perceptible. The same with freedom. It can only manifest as a liberation. It's not just mere coincidence maybe that we have the two almost synonymous terms. They compliment each other. This may sound as silly and tautological for most but freedom is supposed to be…liberating, it is supposed to emerge, it’s the becoming of something that already is, is supposed to be the fulfillment of an ultimate type of understanding. So, on one hand it is something that’s been given to start with, but on the other hand, it’s something we’re supposed to grow into. So freedom needs chains, limitation, constraints to spring into manifestation.

Without the sound of chains to awaken us, how often we would just linger on in the slumber of our ignorance. We need to truly cherish freedom. We need to feel our soul suffocating so we can recognize in it the oxygen our being needs to breath life the way it is meant to be breathed. In this dual plane, we need contrast, we need opposition. This is how this plane works. To reach the heights we need to touch the bottom. You can’t have one without the other. We are struggling to avoid this law only to fall from the tallest heights when we have ignored to acknowledge the ground and the attachments within ourselves and only to be scared by the all-revealing heights when we have become too indulgent with our own mud.

The chain might be long enough to let us keep going but it’s also heavy enough to slow us down. We need not move forward but, instead, at first, turn around and trace it back to the original ball to which it is attached. We each have a personal ball to which our chain is tied and we all have a common ball to whose breaking we each can contribute - and what is that contribution: yes, Love!

Freedom is Love

Freedom is not something abstract. Freedom is concrete, tangible. Freedom is action, it’s movement, motion. Just like making love, something so ineffably beautiful, but not something passive. You’re not just a witness to your own sensorial enjoyment, a spectator waiting for the pleasure to be delivered – making love is offering, giving yourself away, surrendering to something higher that makes even that magnificent union possible. Concretely, it means involvement with all aspects of your being – caressing, holding, kissing, whispering, being present, not centered on yourself. The same with freedom, it needs your total involvement, your touch, your motion, your attention, your whole energy put into making this union. Freedom is the ultimate love for that which is life in its full expression. Freedom is making love to life.

This might be the place to fit so well Saint Augustin’s famous words “Love, and do what thou wilt.” If that love is but a poor shadow of what Love should be then this precept becomes a simple guideline of the libertine, a lame excuse for hedonistic self-sufficiency.

The legitimacy of the words lies in that they are referring to the Real Love. That love goes beyond the boundaries we are fabricating through our needs, fears, selfishness, desires and urge to possess. The words can be perceived as not that special, powerful, relevant or revealing only to the mind that has been altered to by the love templates it has been trained to replicate and to the heart walled behind reason for the sake of reason. These words are the very essence of freedom. They tell us Love is Freedom, Freedom is love.

Once you come to the understanding of true love, you can do whatever you want because you will only want and do what is just, what is moral. Morality is not a self-sustaining organism derived from the progress of society. Morality is Love’s child. And moral is what offers freedom and happiness, to you and to others. Wronging has become impossibility. Because wronging comes from ignorance and loving purely is the highest form of knowledge. So let us love and do what we want. Let us set ourselves free!

Freedom cannot be separated from love. It cannot exist without love. Love is the tree and Freedom is the blossomed flower. But these are just words, concepts that we have constantly twisted and stretched until we’ve drained them of substance. That substance cannot be replaced by more words. But here I am talking. But maybe if we squeeze just a little love even in our every day words that we address to each other and firstly, to ourselves, maybe we can start restore the silence in us so we can restore back the substance in love and freedom.

To rise in Love you have to fall in your Heart. To gain awareness you have to loose concern. To put the crown on, you must kneel. The true King kneels before he can stand straight, unbent. Descend to ascend!

The Freedom Paradox

Freedom might be the ultimate paradox (I’ve noticed it’s hardly ever possible for me to write something without mentioning paradox) in that it represents an accumulation of impossibilities.

It’s like some things have just become impossible for you to do, to want or to think and this translated as these gigantic freedom gates opening to a new horizon otherwise sealed behind the very (apparent) liberties I was taking, enjoying, believing in previously. When it becomes impossible for you to hate then you have just open up the gate of freedom for compassion and love, when it becomes impossible for you not to forgive then you have just freed so much space within to be filled with light, you have allowed yourself to grow further. When it becomes impossible for you to thrive on another’s suffering or ignore it, your freedom has reached a new level of awareness. When it has become impossible for you to see yourself as separate from the rest of the world, of the universe, you are free to be free. You have the power. The power is not something to be used for your benefit. In fact, the paradox again is, that you have it as long as you don’t use it.

One human being to another: Let’s make something impossible together!

‘…and the truth will set you free’.

What Truth? What is Truth? Like Freedom, certainly not something to be put in words, to be told – but it is what enables Freedom and what Freedom blooms into. It is not something to be known but something to be lived. The only true choice one has to make. Wanting to know the Truth. That’s what true freedom is all about. And this journey towards freedom or truth might simply begin in a small, dark room where we choose to stay for a while, be and give up knowing. To rephrase some other principle – All Freedom comes from Loss. Freedom is quite a heavy bag to carry; you need to lose your stuff to be able to lift it up. Remove the templates and you will see the Temple.

Freedom…the only thing worth bearing. We are the bird in the cage and we are the cage as well. At the end of the day even this wordiness you have read here and the one who wrote it can become a cage. I leave you with this poem by Maya Angelou. Stay blessed, stay free!

Caged Bird

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

(Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings)

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