Saturday, February 24, 2024

 

Innocence,

 

With our habitual Disembodied Language (DL), we try to feign innocence, but the reality is, that we are polluted, twisted and carried away by our language. We can only be innocent, sensitive, open, truthful, authentic and full of delightful energy, when we can experience the silence of our Embodied Language (EL). To know, who we are, is to be who we are and to hear and feel, that we speak with an enjoyable, natural, effortless voice, which doesn’t ask anyone’s attention. Our EL is the language of our innocence, which expresses our Language Enlightenment (LE).

 

Once we know the crucially important difference between our DL and our EL, we can’t help, but fully acknowledge and mourn the painful fact, that our innocence has always been disrespected, abused, taken for granted and neglected by our DL. Although we have always felt, who we were, we were unable to be who we were, because we didn’t have access to the language of virtue, goodness and simplicity.

 

Each time we have expressed our innocence, we did so, because we couldn’t help ourselves, that is, we expressed our EL, unknowingly. Whenever there is a situation in which there can be peace, togetherness, wellbeing, honesty and love, we, inevitably, briefly, express our EL, but it is always short-lived, because we don’t do it consciously, skillfully or continuously. Our delightful innocence is one moment there, but next moment, it is gone, and we are at a loss, about has happened. We are in despair, and we feel afraid, as we have no way of finding it back. Our anguish of not having the language, to express our innocence, continuous, until we can finally have ongoing EL.

 

Even once we have stopped our dreadful DL and are able to continue with our wonderful EL, we are still learning how to live with our innocence, which is, of course, our LE. While it is true, we have always been who we are, we still fear our precious experience of innocence won’t last, as this was always before the case. However, when we were imprisoned by and unconsciously engaged in DL, we still believed, that language existed inside of us, but once we have EL, we realize, this was just an effect of DL, in which we couldn’t be ourselves, as we couldn’t say what we wanted to say and, therefore, we began to imagine, we were having private speech, thoughts or a mind.

 

During our blunt DL, our innocence is replaced with guilt and shame, and, consequently, paradoxically, we feel bad about who we really are, that is, we feel bad about feeling good about ourselves. It isn’t until we say this out loud and hear the sound of our own wellbeing, that we recover from this trauma and laugh about the false notion of our inner, supposedly verbal turmoil. Stated differently, once we can verbally, with our EL, accurately address our own innocence, we feel the silence, which emerges from our pre-verbal sense of being. We have come full circle with our language.    

 

Our innocence makes us recognize the innocence of others. We are all, unknowingly, enlightened, but, as of yet, we don’t have the EL, which fits with who we really are. Without stopping our DL, every attempt to find back our innocence is doomed. None of our religions, or spiritual, therapeutic, psychological, philosophical or cultural practices have ever resulted in EL, as they have never properly addressed DL, as the language of evil. When, at long last, we stop our miserable DL and are able to express our – for the lack of a better word – sacred innocence with our EL, we are not selfless, mystical, fantasy creatures, but we are courageous, knowledgeable authorities.

 

We have lost our ability to feel, express and know the beauty of our innocence, due to how we deal with our language. Obviously, only another way of dealing with our language could bring us back to who we are. In EL, we listen to ourselves, but in DL we don’t listen to ourselves. In EL, we can speak as an individual, but in DL, we act out our conditioning history, as we can only see ourselves, as a member of some group, which, we imagine, we belong to.      

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