On Being in the human experience-- Franklin Mukakanga

This morning, while absorbed in thoughts about someone that I barely knew and
their passing (death), I realized that there’s not a single person in the world
that has ever died having done everything they were in the process of doing when
they died. If they were terminally ill, they didn’t finish being ill, for that
would mean that they would be recovered from their illness and recover their
health. They probably had lots of ‘loose ends’; things left undone, words left
unspoken, tasks left unfinished, etc.

That made me think that, perhaps, one of the reasons we are so unhappy as a
species is because of our tendency to base our self worth and significance on the
things we ‘do’ (which we will never ever be done with—EVER! Even when we are dead,
we will never ever be done with being dead), rather than on what we are—and simply
being, which, on the other hand is the complete, perfectly finite, learning,
growing expression of the incomprehensible Life that is sometimes called God,
apportioned to our individual consciousnesses; That expression being observed
referring to itself as ‘I’ by the observer—the singular consciousness from which
all being flows.

Being is more important than doing. Or is it? Doing is done by being. One that is
not can do not. Yet, as long as doing remains the primary focus of the being, it
draws the being into an illusory sate of identification as a doer, rather than a
being observing doing. Perhaps ‘being observing doing’ would be a more truthful
expression of our identity as a species than ‘human being’. For what is the human
being? Or should we refer to ourselves as Being human? That would be a more useful
name for us as it would express cognizance of the fact that we are, in this form,
having an experience of being an expression of life called human, which we can
then observe doing what it’s doing, and, having done that, can take the lessons
learned into our being—whatever that is, and simply continue to just be.

So, there’s no use in allowing your ‘self’ to continue to judge your ‘self’ for
acting or doing human, for the things you do are lessons in what human is, which
is not the real you, for who you really are is watching who you think you are
doing what humans do—doing different things to learn, so that who you really are
can have the human experience.

Consequently, rather than spending all one’s time doing, you (the observer
observing the one reading this), can spend more time appreciating being—and just
suspend doing and delve into the stillness at the core, that is your source, and
allow for being to grow stronger and take its rightful place in the equation of
life on earth. “Be still and know that I am God”, could be paraphrased, “Stop
doing and know that Being is all that is.”

5.08.09
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By-thought

Making more of the collective unconscious conscious! I finally figured out the
quintessential value of Facebook, and generally, of the worldwide web. It exists
for us, as a species, to air our psychic laundry, share our fantasies, nightmares,
delusions and dreams, ventilate and remember what we'd forgotten as we evolve and
grow... Someone says, "Duh!" I say, "See?"