Mystery of self, the hero, God, growing like an unknown plant, isolation, and faith

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I had sought to deny my own mystery, and so to diminish and define myself. They helped me. That is all I hold against them, though now I be free. I am mystery.

The as yet unsolved question for contemporary mythology: “What does the hero do after the hero’s journey is through?”

Most people are not even alive, but are merely amorphous shadows created by obstructing the light of God.

I grow like a plant no one knows about, and yet everyone is. I grow underground where I cannot be seen, through and within all, at the root of essence, I am entwined.

When you realise all is Self, you realise there is no self. Anything which is the only thing which is, has neither distinction nor definition. Relativity evaporates. For what is Self but that it requires another. Without another there is no self. And yet self is. Only Self.

Isolation is a fine way to lose the image of yourself, but a heartless way to live.

Yes indeed, and what an arduous feat faith is for the ego, which thinks that it does everything. But for myself I came to be incredibly thankful that God was in my life. Incredibly thankful. For I had come to a very simple and yet acceptable difference between God and my ‘self’, and that was this: I recognized that I knew very little of God, perhaps nothing, and yet one thing was certain- God was at least not as ignorant as myself. And that was enough argument for me to go ahead and trust God, to place God first, and the incognizant world second.

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These selected fragments are excerpted from unpublished writings by Jack Haas; selections from the notebooks 1990-2005.