There is great importance in reflection. There is great value in analysis, in the inner look, in order to have the opportunity of renovation.
This is the story or legend of a man, who, one day, as he was passing by a mirror, discovered that there was no image reflected. And he thought that this was a joke or a trick.
He insisted, in other mirrors, but his image was not reflected in either of them. And he thought: " I have died, and of course, I can't see myself, I don't have an image. And now, no one can see me, but I can see everyone, I can feel everyone." And at this point, he felt a strange mixture of loss and madness, and this experience was so intense, that he started trembling to the point that he simply woke up of the dream, since he was sleeping.
And in front of the mirror, of that mirror, he observed his image incessantly, and he felt: Bondage, madness and freedom. The first experience was not to be able to see him in the dream. He was held to his image. Followed by the madness of losing control and the second madness of having to maintain control. And then, the first image, of losing the identity, and then of being tied to the identity of the same image.
We are then, a constant paradox, between to see ourselves and not to see ourselves. Between being known and being unknown by others. If we truly love life, the problem is not what we thought we were, but simply to look beyond the mirror, beyond the image, beyond reason, madness, power, and control.
Man must learn To Be, simply, To Be.
This is the story or legend of a man, who, one day, as he was passing by a mirror, discovered that there was no image reflected. And he thought that this was a joke or a trick.
He insisted, in other mirrors, but his image was not reflected in either of them. And he thought: " I have died, and of course, I can't see myself, I don't have an image. And now, no one can see me, but I can see everyone, I can feel everyone." And at this point, he felt a strange mixture of loss and madness, and this experience was so intense, that he started trembling to the point that he simply woke up of the dream, since he was sleeping.
And in front of the mirror, of that mirror, he observed his image incessantly, and he felt: Bondage, madness and freedom. The first experience was not to be able to see him in the dream. He was held to his image. Followed by the madness of losing control and the second madness of having to maintain control. And then, the first image, of losing the identity, and then of being tied to the identity of the same image.
We are then, a constant paradox, between to see ourselves and not to see ourselves. Between being known and being unknown by others. If we truly love life, the problem is not what we thought we were, but simply to look beyond the mirror, beyond the image, beyond reason, madness, power, and control.
Man must learn To Be, simply, To Be.
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Mystic Healing Art
