Songsy, as you know, I also know those howlers well - those dream-eating pit-bulls that don't let go. Those are sentinels whose job it is to disempower us and keep us locked in the virus world. They're as brilliant as you can imagine. They're only as brilliant as you can imagine. You know all that.
In moments of wisdom we have the ability to step outside of our harrowing struggles and calmly observe the bloody battle that's actually going on. I recognize that it isn't really me doing all that fighting, struggling and suffering. A moment of distillation, and then touching my own face ... knowing, "this is me ... not that." Unfortunately I sometimes allow myself to conflate my moments of transcendent joy with the circumstances in which I feel them. Actually I think we all do that to some extent.
But that joy is not just another illusion created by the mind-virus to bog me down in limitation. The virus would like me to think it is, but I know different. If I honestly believed the virus about that then I would have become Mr Spock or Dr. Manhattan a long time ago. I didn't come here just to escape it all. When I say 'transcendent' joy I mean the kind of joy that touches us in ways greater than the animal, social, mating, situational joy. There is virus relief ... and then there is that which transcends the virus.
Here's something from a tale heavy with savage mind-virus ... but the little boy running, the footsteps in the music ... and then the triumph of lying in the water looking at the heavens - well, the clue's in the title to the piece.
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i'm not sure if you were speaking euphemistically or literally, but i immediately envisioned a doctor explaining to a confused parent in the kindest way possible the reasons behind their son or daughters' madness..."well, it's like this Mrs.Smith, little Johnny is acting like that little girl from 'the exorcist' not because he's nuts, but because he's 'playing and experimenting with the multiple personality structure'.