Posted 7/11/2008 11:57 PM (#7071) Subject: The old man aka the ego.
No idea who wrote this as again no author was on the paper. I have a feeling though it was an old friend from the wee metaphyscial centre in Christchurch that is no more. Hmmm.....whatever...enjoy! I found it rather good which is why I have kept it this long time...
The awareness that see those words IS this identity! The awareness-being-I includes the universe entire! We can never actually be one who claims to possess, contain, imprison, enslave and make a servant of Awareness. When we believe ourselves to be that one, we live in “a house divided” in bondage to our false sense of self. Reader you are not one who is aware. You are AWARENESS!
In metaphysics, particularly if you are a student of Murdo, you will often hear about the fictitious “old man”
For those who wonder why we write about such an identity that doesn’t even exist in Reality, let me say this again and, hopefully have done with it When one has finally put away the old man, the liar from the beginning, he no longer takes issue with what appears to be degrees of attainment, correctness, absoluteness, nor with the words another uses.
It appears that many I talk to about their identity as Awareness fail to comprehend what is being said until first they come to recognize the identity they are not; until they discover who and what the “old man” professes to be in relation to themselves; that is, in relation to who and what they appear to believe themselves to be.
Simply to be told the human identity is a “nothing claiming to be something”, a phantom or ‘a dream that isn’t really going on’, does not relax the tenacious grip with which we clutch our personal opinions of ourself. The ego is only a seeming, true, but a seeming is a seeming until it doesn’t seem to seem. Seeming ill health and unhappiness, a seeming world filled with turmoil, are only slightly more palatable than the genuine article, if such could be possible. Those who have had done with all the seeming have discovered its mystery and know why these words are written.
TO PUT OFF THE OLD MAN
How long as humanity been trying to put off the old man? Has it been successful? Not at all. Churchdom has been wrong in its identification of the pseudo-ego, consequently its admonition as to what to do about it are incorrect and misleading. For instance, classical theology has thoroughly indoctrinated its adherents with the belief that the way to put off the old man is to divest him of his worst qualities, his immoralities, passions and appetites.
Humanly, this is commendable, but even if such a program were carried to a successful conclusion, the old man himself would still be left: a paragon of virtue, of course, upright and passionless, but still the old man, the deceiver, the wrong identity; and we would still believe ourselves to be that one!
The admonition remains to PUT OFF the old man (die daily) then put on the new. Proclaiming the allness and onlyness of the ‘new’ first is like attempting to put new wine into an old wineskin, or a new patch on an old garment. Until the misidentification is seen for what it is with relation to this awareness, right here, right now, our proclamation that “God is all” is so much babble.
The light declares what is, revealing what is not. Those who have found the light to be their identity know preciously what the “Little-I” PRETENDS to be. They have the ability to expose it honestly and effectively. Then, turning to the light as the light one is never more concerned with the darkness, with a false identity that only seemed. To the new Identity – uncontained and unpossessed Awareness itself – “the only thing that counts in the new creation.” Sorrow, sighing and seeming flee away.
The tender simplicity of Reality first comes from the Heart. We have identified the Heart as the “place” of the Immaculate Conception where the Christ Truth is found. Christ and Truth are the selfsame Awareness beholding these words! Truth is the real identity being you and me!
It is apparent that these concepts are contrary to the high and mighty intellect, contrary to theology and churchdom, but not at all contrary to the wise and tender simplicity of the Heart. While the intellect vehemently opposes Truth and tends toward arrogant self-rightessness, Truth remains a very simple, gentle and unblemished Tranquillity, at peace with everything and unmindful of any supposititious opposite concerning it.
As we pointed out, all one ever needs to consciously be and experience the Tranquillity of the real Identity is to let go the personality, the pseudo-ego, the mistaken thought and action and this consciousness, right there, is an intellect which contains Awareness, Life.
This is the classical “sacrifice” of the entire old man, not just his passions and appetites, or his worst qualities. This is the axe laid to the root.
For want of a better way to say it, our love for the personal ego is, to most of us, an insidiously continuing affair. In various wily ways, it tries to reassert itself again and again. Why? Because of our life-long habitual effort to USE the truth to correct the unpleasant aspects of the human experience. As long as everything is going comfortably with the old man, we have no qualms about playing of that possessor of life. When things are not going well, the temptation is very great to settle for the elimination of the misidentity’s dis-ease alone. Many metaphysical philosophies are equipped to do this much for the old man. Metaphysics has proven itself an effective flashlight to shine o the endless ills of mankind – one at a time.
Within the realm of cause and effect (called karma in some circles) the world concedes that external appearances result from mental causes. Here, all sorts of changes may be affected by altering their supposed source; but if our aim is to do anything at all to an object of perception, especially with the intention of healing it with the Light of Truth, we will not long be satisfied. Why? Because we will still seem to be the old mortal who caused his dark spots in the first place. That one will be searching for the Light until hell freezes over.