I keep losing any way of orienting myself in Life. It's very odd, and it just keeps catapulting me into this utter simple way of seeing things.
With all the recent events online (and I really paid attention to it all), I kept thinking that I would find orientation through these events. I kept thinking that I would find the energy to take a stand against the hate and fascism that is being revealed (it's been there all along, folks). But even though I felt repulsion through witnessing the disturbing events online, I couldn't find myself feeling that I could see only one point of view. I could also see that the perpetrators had their own reality, and they were living in it. They were living their life through their own orientation of seeing things. And this is what everyone that is still living in any kind of trance state does, they orientate themselves. With everything. All the time. So, my own take on these events doesn't feel like sentiment, it feels like a fact. It doesn't mean that I condone this behavior; I am deeply saddened by it. But throughout history, human consciousness has been orienting itself, and causing heaps and heaps of conflict and suffering. As long as there is orientation, there will be another side of seeing. Only now, in our lifetime (at least 60 years old and younger), it's in our front yard.
I know what living through orienting feels like. My mind still tries to do it sometimes. Only consciousness has awakened enough to not be fooled by it. I can't buy into it...there isn't any energy to create any orientation, or if it happens, it doesn't last long. It becomes too uncomfortable for the Infinite to become finite in how it sees the world.
And this is what happens when we do try to create an orientation. We are becoming fixed and limited in our perceptions. We, as the Infinite are squeezed into a very small way of seeing things. And that's OK. It's useful, in fact. It's useful because we use these orientations as the means with which we, as consciousness, awakens. Consciousness, or the Infinite reality, realizes that it has been coerced into seeing with a finite lens, which isn't its true nature.
I remember the story about when Amma was a young girl, and her very own brother was trying to kill her. He didn't like how she was behaving with strangers (loving and hugging and such), and so he continually plotted to have her killed. Only all the attempts kept failing. And one young man that tried to stab her ended up having mortal wounds himself by the very same knife (some other force caused the knife to bounce off Amma and enter him). So, as the young man lay dying in the hospital, Amma herself went and hand-fed him, consoling him and loving him. She knew that he could only act through his own orientation. She didn't try to make him change his viewpoint. She saw him being the only way he could be, and the young man, through being in the presence of that powerful clarity, was transformed. His orientation fell away. And he died in peace.
Not having orientation doesn't make us complacent, or unaffected. Nor do we allow everything to just be as it is. The radical clarity that comes from an absence of orientation allows us to be moved into words or action if needed, because we are being guided by the underlying peace that is there when orientation is absent. We might find ourselves deeply concerned about the state of affairs, and what might become of our world. Witnessing the events in the world may cause us deep pain and sorrow. But even that doesn't take away our deepest connection to source, as Self.
Not seeing the world through any orientating lens is simple. Life comes in. Everything comes in real close, touching us deeply. Carrying us with it....eternally.