Wondrous Terror

To enquire “Who am I?”
is the only remedy for all the ills of the world.
It is also perfect Bliss.
~ Ramana Maharshi

My answer to “Who am I?” is “Manifestation of God.” Then again, that’s my take on all of existence. Of course, how completely I experience that answer in a given moment defines my life in that moment. Moments that exist only from the neck up are rascally. Take the last while. It seems as though every scrap of so-called security is being ripped from my ego’s ravenous grip. Hence unprecedented terror frequently abounds.

Surrender of all attachments is the ultimate remedy—a task complicated by the frantic scramble of my small self to avoid the horror of being relegated to servanthood, subservient to Spirit, rather than majordomo of the whole show.

I wonder if that death may well be the only real death we ever face. After all, the playfulness of the universe may be evidenced nowhere more flamboyantly than in our inevitable discovery that the death of our body is no more impactful in reality than the changing of our socks. Which is to say, we cannot die.

Our spirit, our soul, who we really are, is eternal; our ego just likes to think it is. And to the extent we take our ego’s two-cents seriously (the root cause of our physical, mental and spiritual suffering) and succumb to its seductive argument that something other than Love is essential to our well-being, giving up that attachment can be terrifying at times.

And that is precisely where I am.

Thank goodness we’re all waking up, no matter how slowly, disjointedly, resistantly, nonsensically—(speaking for the man in the mirror).

So, imagine this: Other than enlightenment itself, the death of our ego may be the most delightful experience we ever have. Even the terror of surrender becomes pretty wondrous as we grow in our realization of where that surrender actually leads.

The perfect Bliss of our True Self: manifestation of God, ever more complete.