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Henry Miller, June Singer, Proust, Jiddu Krishnamurti , and the Khandogya Upanishad

excerpted from THE WAY OF WONDER: a return to the mystery of ourselves, by Jack Haas

 

                 

           

“He, the Self, is to be described as No, no!

He is incomprehensible, for he cannot be comprehended.”

Khandogya Upanishad

 

 

It is only necessary, then, for us to relinquish our singular perspectives and embrace instead the ‘whole’ as the mystery which it is, by acknowledging that we perceive only within the limitedness of our ‘place’ or ‘context’ within the whole; which is to say, we cannot understand the whole, for ‘all is One’, and this ‘One’ is so incredibly huge that only a mind which perceives everything at once could understand everything, and since our minds do not encompass the all, we perceive partially, not impartially. It is in recognizing these blinders- that we can see very little of the immense magnitude of the all- that we allow the infinite mystery to exist behind them. The Mystery is One Huge Mystery. Let our actions and understandings be founded upon this antecedent. For if we do not perceive in toto, and we do not, we simply re-ceive a part. Impartiality, then, is the acceptance of our limitation within limitlessness; it is accepting that the whole is unknown by us, and therefore every partial perspective is suspect of fraud.

            When we have given God back his or her rightful being- which is to say, his or her unknowability- then what happens is that we begin to also find out our own proper place in the cosmos; when the event (God) which is so important to our lives becomes impossible to understand, then we also become impossible to understand, after all we were ‘created in his own image’. And if that image is beyond our imagination, then we must also be beyond our own imagination.

 

 

“Once His attributes are exhausted, no one will have the energy to forge Him new ones; and the creature having assumed, then rejected, them will go and rejoin in nothingness, his loftiest invention: his Creator.”

E.M. Cioran

 

 

           When God’s attributes are gone, our own attributes are gone, and only then is it possible for the two mysteries to blend into One; before this absolute unknowing occurred- when we ‘knew’ God and ourselves- we saw them as distinct, different entities- for that was the only way to ‘know’ them (i.e. by separating them), but when we finally ‘unknow’ God and ourselves, only then, when the lines of division vanish, can the separate entities merge into One.

Henry Miller described this confluence, with a description of Proust's inner struggle, when he wrote: “It was a return to the labyrinth, a desire to bury himself deeper and deeper in the self. And this self was for him composed of a thousand different entities all attached by experience to a mysterious seed-like Self which he refused to know.”

Thus anything we say or write about the ‘great unknowable’, which is life, is incorrect. In the attempt to define life in any way, we steal its beauty from ourselves.

For, in fact, mystery preceded God. Hence June Singer asserts: “There is One, beyond Jehovah, beyond Elohim, beyond all knowing, whose nature may be contemplated but not grasped. ...[For] before there was matter or any created thing, or any Creator to conceive of creation; before all that, there was Mystery.”

In the beginning was Mystery.

At the quintessential point of openness- when the conditioned mind forgets itself completely- that is when the little being ends, judgment ceases, and the great emptiness occurs which encompasses everything completely; at this point, where duality dissolves away, Jiddu Krishnamurti would say, “the observer is the observed”; a classical Hindu saint would say- “I am That”; in colloquial terms we would simply state, “I am the all and the everything”; And Christ would say, “I and the Father are One”. For at this point God now recognizes Him or Herself in you, and as you, and as the Creator of all that is Created, which is naught but God at every moment, living in and as the Mystery of Godness.

            But perhaps we have arrived at this supposition too quickly, and have jumped briefly into the topical agenda of the final chapter. Let us go no further than to finish with a few more quick sorties into the future. Let us re-enter the Garden, let us stay there.

   

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way of wonder, sacred geometry, sri yantra

 

 

THE WAY OF WONDER: a return to the mystery of ourselves

by Jack Haas

author Jack Haas, Canadian, American writer, artist, photographer

 

 

 

      

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