Yesterday's voyage into clarity clarified those things which were unclear. Surrendering all is a rather daunting and effortful task.
Over the past... 23 hours, more or less, I've endeavored to remove myself as much from my environment. It's difficult.
The more attentive I am about this, the more it seems to grow in strength. A paradoxical effect.
All I want to do is reduce myself to just breathing. Yet, when I try, I nearly instantly find that something, someone, or sometime requires that I return.
And when I do, the complexes which I aim to dissolve become stronger. Yet for a few moments between inhaling and exhaling, THAT ceases.
I can't seem to be able to convey what IT is. That gap, between I and O, followed by all flooding back.
Surrendering to the swimmer. What a challenge.
There is also another paradox. Being instructed to partake of everything as whim strikes, while at the same time surrendering to IT.
The method is simple. Whatever you're doing, stop, and breathe only.
And when I do this, the result is that either I lose awareness, and come back to it seconds later, completely forgetting I was to breathe, or a necessity to cease appears.
This is consistent with some previous conversations had, particularly the idea that we are but means towards an end, and thus the extent of our freedom is inversely proportional to how critical a particular course of action is towards meeting that end.
However it's also unintuitive and paradoxical, in that one would expect that extinguishing the mind would lead towards diminishing its overall influence - however that doesn't appear to be the case in the slightest. Instead what I observe is a marked strengthening of my mental faculties, and in particular a much more definite 'holding on to' things which I am actively attempting to surrender.
One of those "here I am, kill me!" moments, where rather than being decapitated, as one should be, I find myself being pumped with what I would readily equate with meth.
A strengthening of attachment to this empire of dirt, this world of dust. At the same time, it may well be that it's not that, but the bringing down of the barrier, a discovery of the self as it is, rather than as I had so far seen it to be.
It's quite perplexing, this gap.