The Cave of Our Own Conviction
In the heart of the mountain, in the millennia of untouched darkness and eerie echoing sounds lies the cave of our convictions. Filtered through the wall of memories, from time to time little drops of thoughts drip onto the floor and make a little echo that slowly gets absorbed by the vastness of the cave. Unchanged.
Over time these little drops carrying all the doubts, learnings and ideals, these little thoughts form solid structures, the dripstones of our own conviction. And slowly slowly the cave begins to change its shape. Over time it becomes different, parts of it crumble while new pockets are opened. Its shape gets smoothened and sharpened by the constant flow of these little drops.
Such is the power of consciousness.
It is not over the course of a day that we change, it is by the constant effort of these little, almost formless soft drops of consciousness that our solid stone carved convictions start to change. Maybe today you say “No I cannot do it!”, maybe tomorrow you will ask “Is it even possible?” and maybe in a month you will just start finding out “how to do it”. Eventually looking back at your accomplishment with awe, drop by drop.
Our convictions, our ideas of society, of education, of relationships they are all just this: Little dripstones that got formed by constant observation of how the world is NOW. They are a mere reflection of the status quo of perpetual repetition. But dear friend, who is telling you that it should be like this!!!? Who is telling you that YOU should be like this!!??
Step back, stop reflecting what everyone else does, there is nothing binding to how the world is right now – HHHHarrrr matey, yells the pirate.. You can break this idea, you can shape the world, carve out the juicy bits and feast your life on an eternity of pleasure. You can be a rebel, a fairy, a dragon, a thief or a saint – there is no bound in the infinity of the absolute consciousness. This journey, seeking spirit, is called Tantra.
Such was my story when decades ago I hatched out of my mothers womb and started looking at the world. Such is yours. It all begins and ends in the infinity of your own heart drumming the beat of life echoing through this cave. It all begins in the moment of perception.