Without knowing why and what life is...
Without knowing why we are in this place...
Not knowing why this... these... and those places that flicker even before dawn were gestated.
It is not... -and this is what we are finding out- it is not sapience what gives us the consciousness of being. It is not sapience that shows us our awakening.
Oh! And this Sense of the Prayerful Call emphasizes us in becoming aware about the FELT FEELING, that gives us the evidence of our silence, our song, our word..., while KNOWLEDGE tries to explain it, to manage it, to manipulate it, to control it.
It seems we will never know who we are -"to know"- but that we are.
Hence the emphasis and obsession to give a sapient explanation to any occurrence is increasingly devastating. Yes, because it opens up a void of feelings. Because theoretical knowledge does not satisfy us, does not please us.
We reach the points where we continually ask "the whys", thus we can control and dominate what happens. And we move further away from feeling, from the Mystery and the Unapproachable.
And this turns us... into mechanic instructors of a coexistence.
I am -I say to myself- felt! Where, and how, and why... I don't know.
It is not my function... KNOWING.
It is BEING and FEELING.
It is to discover myself as a necessary Mystery... to be discovered, that I discover myself!, in an infinite number of events.
The arrangements to identify myself by my name, by my surname, by my birth, by my age, by my profession... are purely coercive measures; they are control measures.
The Registry Office knows who you are. It has given you a name, you live in a street, you live in a place, and you have such and such a job. And so a rational, logical structure takes shape... that tries to compensate the 'plotting' movements of reason, with bonds of affection that culminate in families...; which are a continuous conflict, since they claim their goods, their gifts, their achievements, their name...
And so, the being of humanity finds itself 'conflicted', conflicting...
Yes, The Praying Sense shows us a being trapped by its own resources. A being trapped by its vanity, its reason, its pride, its truth. A being trapped by blackmail, by threats... of a greater or lesser amount, it doesn't matter.
And if an "un-strapping" is proposed, the Prayerful awaits calling, to discover itself as Mystery, as permanent novelty, as a Creation of absolute Love, as a resonance of this Love... that becomes solidary in its "doings".
It is legitimate to think… -to think while feeling- that we didn´t come to this place in the Universe by mere chance. Even if scientifically it is justified. But if you feel and see yourself, even a little... in what framework you are in, you may well feel that your presence is not accidental that our presence is not 'random' -of chance and necessity- but an event of precision, of mystery, of astonishment.
To the extent that we become mystery and wonder, we are in life -without knowing exactly what that term is, but in order to be able to communicate...-. To feel ourselves in life with the imperious need for a complaisant doing, for a pleased being...; putting our senses in our feeling, and establishing a path to where the being feels its nature claims for.
This so-called "to be and being": a "to be" out of necessity of the Creator Mystery, and "being" as a consciousness of... being sent, of being "placed there".
And thus, to be able to aspire not to feel trapped!... Let reason and knowledge roam by my side, but without rendering accounts to it, without contributions... that define!
"To be" because I emanate from the creative Mystery. "Being" because I am its equivalent, because I am a sample of the Enamoured Mystery. And not to fall into the confusing reason of explanations...
Warned... as liberated entities: yes, the Creator Mystery liberates us as an expression of Himself, and places us in an unknown position.
And therefore, consistent with this origin, our nature is liberating! It is not slave to any explanation.
I am a liberating result, and consequently liberated. But what I have been told and explained is that I am a slave, a trapped person, subject to the rules of the most capable ones, an obedient hostage of the commanders: those who have appointed themselves.
Oh! And how different it is to feel oneself of a liberated nature and of a liberating presence than to feel of a conditioned nature: father, mother, child, family, place, state, health, et cetera!
And then... a long road of conscientious adults, who seek to repeat and repeat, ad nauseam, what has been ordered, what has been commanded! And when there is a small spark of light in love, it soon withers away. It is not place. It is not order. It is not logic.
And by feeling -because the Call shows it to us in prayerful words- by feeling ourselves to be the result of a liberation, and to be -consequently- liberators, and all this in the consciousness of a Creation in love, if we do so... living, because it is latent, but it is closed, it is trapped!... by "the convenient" .
If we echo our liberation, and we feel liberating without this implying a leading role, a personal importance... no! A consenting person... of an enamoured life and devoted to a meaning, to a feeling: the one I discover while exercising my liberation.
If the Eternal Mysterious Creation has "freed itself", creating me, I cannot be less, by my own nature. I must rethink my everyday nature.
No reason exists, no knowledge that strips me of my libertarian sense. If that happens, it is because I have accepted it, because it has seemed appropriate to me, because I want to "regulate" my liberations with dominions and controls.
Therefore, not to fall into that relic of cemeteries that only awaits to give meaning to living by dying.
Does perhaps something that emanates from the Creator Mystery gestate to culminate in a destructive graveyard?
But, of course, if we pay attention to our preponderance, our importance, our knowledge..., it only remains to reserve a place on the path to the eternal sunset.
But that is not me! That is because the nature of my incredible liberating greatness has usurped the Mystery consciousness of my origin, and has felt powerful. And from it, the command, the order....
To retreat into the liberating is to echo the stars. It is... to swim... it is to swim... because the waves carry us.
Any impediment is a trap, it is an appearance.
To feel... to feel without bodies that trap
To feel... the verse that liberates.
To feel the senses that... wrap our feelings up.
That is where the Prayer of today calls us.