I was asked what ego was a couple of days ago, and the discussion came to mind this morning so here it is.
It’s an interesting question, and oddly enough it’s a question often asked. I say oddly because you’d think based on the sheer importance of it, it would be discussed a heck of a lot more than it is.
Essentially ego is You. Least ways that part of you that believes itself split from its origin, that is, Creation and the Creator.
You have never split, nor is it actually possible to do so, however as long as you think it, it’s reality for you. So there you are, still in Creation as usual, but believing that you are actually living on the planet of flowers that die, water that is getting poisoned and air that you find harder and harder to breathe by the day. Essentially you are dreaming yourself to be a soil-bird. You know, the bird that does the business in its own nest, so to speak.
You have developed the mind, into which you pump the worst kinds of thoughts you can imagine and then have mind show those thoughts back to you in lovely Technicolor, amusing, terrifying and grossing yourself out lietime after lietime, I mean lifetime after lifetime.
Ego part of you uses mind as its mental version of a super-garbage depot. As I put it in Him & Me, It is full to the brim of stuff which it continually throws out and projects so as to keep the focus off itself and you.
The old GIGO principle applies perfectly: garbage in garbage out.
Look at it. Look at it and see. The ego concept you are so absorbed and invested in is beyond ridiculous. It is insane. Mind projects hate, self-loathing, war, crime, drugs, moronic laws, duplicitous law-makers, murderous religions, and other totally irrational things for you to be involved in then tells you to practise love, peace and tranquillity. How much more of this lunacy are you prepared to put up with before you make changes?
What did Einstein say about insanity? Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.
You are like that proverbial cat on a hot tin roof: uncertain, insecure, worried. With no real idea of what you are doing or why you are doing it. As a quote from Tennessee Williams’ play of the same name so beautifully denotes, What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof? – I wish I knew … just staying on it, I guess, as long as she can …?
What to do? What to do?
Let me answer it this way. Say the Tennessee Williams’ cat came to you, its paws blistered, its mind on the verge of insanity from it all, its big sad eyes imploring, begging, hoping against hope for an answer. What would your answer be?
How about, Just get off the damn roof, fool.
A bit harsh you think, dear reader?
What would you say to the cat?