Life is great, we are doing well, individually and as a species but yes, every so often it’s time for time out, a relaxing break by the beach, in the mountains, the wilderness or wherever our fancy takes us.
Out come the glossy brochures, up come the internet pages, we lend our ear to the tales of adventure, freedom and happiness from family members, colleagues and friends. Even complete strangers are drawn into our musings as we are eager to disseminate our excitement, anticipation and pride – hey, we can afford it and we have deserved it, right?
As we eagerly progress with the planning, another and much subtler note makes its presence felt and takes us down a well-known albeit uncomfortable path, into the chambers of a long distant but never forgotten ancientness and slowly it dawns on us…
There was a brochure once, a glossy and supremely convincing one and it promised life, physical life – a break from the sameness of magnificence, incorporeality and evermore vastness and expansion. And hey, why not give it a go?
An adventure trip into the realm of three-dimensionality promised that life was going to be fantastic, exciting, happy, stimulating and full of a never-ending myriad of twists and turns.
But first we needed to be kitted out and get rid of our tedious splendour, this fifth-dimensional suit of ours; it took a while as we experimented with different outfits – the array was big after all and the choices endless as we excitedly crafted, donned and experimented with the various possibilities, from centaurs, gnomes, griffins and goblins to gargoyles; from unicorns, manticores, minotaurs, nymphs and ogres to sirens, werewolves, zombies and mermaids.
Preparing for the trip into the Land of Cockayne* was just as exhilarating as the trip itself while we revelled and delighted in our creations. The excitement was palpable and the sales pitch evermore convincing. Happiness was assured, delight a daily offering, bliss the icing on the cake and milk and honey, biscuits and bread, ice cream and raspberry, white fudge and chocolate peanut butter, not to mention beer, wine and spirts as well as coffee, prescription medicine and recreational drugs plus entertainment galore were guaranteed.
Our movements became heavier and then heavy; we set ourselves apart from one another and discovered the glee of individuality and its many rewards – standing out, being special, asserting ourselves, making a point or several, stomping our feet. The possibilities were endless and still are, trillions of years down the track into the Land of Cockayne*.
Admittedly, there are some things that need bettering; there are wars, abuse, vilification, hatred and violence but hey, our trophy is the fact that we are free to do as we please – are we not?
Forget immortality, forget energetic responsibility, forget evolution of the true and only kind – we have skyscrapers, modern medicine, iPhones, banquets and entertainment galore. And who can argue with that?
Now, remind me – where are we going again?
|For the inspiration, heartfelt thanks to Serge Benhayon, Esoteric Medicine, Vol II, The Expanded Understanding. Chapter 9, Pride and the preservation of pride. Part 2, To reject the energetic root cause leads to the creation of post-cause experts (unpublished at the time of writing, May 2019):
By Gabriele Conrad, NSW, Australia
* The Land of Cockayne is also known as the Land of Cockaigne, Lotusland, Land of Milk and Honey and Schlaraffenland [in German].