MODE of Cosmic Therapy: Doing What You Do Best: YOU!

We, as a society, need to be praised and admired. As cheap, counterfeit and counterproductive as that may be, we thrive off the glorified projections of importance the over inflated emotions produce. WE crave attention, appreciation and respect. We need constant ego boosting (feeding) braying like an angry donkey when not received in the appropriate way and unquestionable manner in which we believe we deserve. In addition, we want to feel like we are somehow in control of the jubilant hoopla filtered our way. We manipulate our words, actions, gestures and conduct to assure our regal place in the game of continual self-intoxication. How cancerous it becomes when we never stop to tabulate the incalculable exchange we make for all of the pretentious idolatry self-coated deceit.

The heavy toll of slaughtered virtues we relinquish for the quick dip in the superficial pool of self-masqueraded indulgence nauseates. Our intrinsic worth is gobbled up by the sea monster of idealized flattery! How infantile to be so gullible as to allow ourselves to participate in our own self-undoing? Miring up to our necks in disillusionment, animosity, recrimination, guilt, remorse, regret while wallowing mercilessly in self-aggrandized pity, we sink to the depths of intolerable despair all the while claiming to be ‘on top of the world’.

We desire to experience these bogus emotions because, in essence, we feel nothing. We don’t know how to sufficiently deal with our own emptiness. So, we crave sensation no matter if it be totally fake. We are so consumed with the idea of importance, our lives scream for validity, productivity, purpose and attachment. We identify so succinctly with the ‘idea’ of success, our real triumphs pale miserably in the race for honor, decoration and applaud. We are so self-absorbed with material goals of insulated intrepid accumulation, while the so-called world watches in awe and disbelief. We want to shock the world with our unimagined accomplishments. Pity, that while we are striving to attain, we have forfeited our coveted grand theme: awareness.

No one is mobile who moves in pursuit of a goal {lofty or otherwise}. Do you believe in animated sobriety? No such thing! We sell with our hands, we demonstrate we our limbs, we persuade with our voice, levitate with our eyes and betray with our intent of possession. We seek solutions where there are no real problems. We create our own self-deluded anxieties from the cradle of self-interest and self-concern. We take this charade much too seriously and yet we dismiss the regents of genuine self-preservation as if it didn’t matter. It matters. When it no longer matters on the outside, it matters most of all.

Written in the ancient scriptures are the words, “All IS Vanity”, and, yet when we are conscious of that presupposed vanity, are we not, in fact, the vainest of all? To consider oneself spiritual rests in the highest weaved knotted nest of narcissism. Who declares it so? Who determines the boundaries, the perimeters and restrictions? Who exalts? Who condemns? We create an image of relegated divine sainthood, holding it as a projected sacred object to objectify, emulate and worship. Yet, our motives are far from being pure, unadulterated and guileless in our ascent. We want something in return. We want to be saved, preserved, spared and most of all remembered.

We are so emotionally dependent upon others for our ‘miser’s seat at the road side diner’s table’ we forget a banquet of authenticity has been reserved in our behalf. But, we dare not venture into THAT room where our pretense will be stripped and our deepest motivations revealed. We pretend we will be young, beautiful, clever, charming, sexually attractive, intellectually engaging and charismatically commanding for all times without investing our real selves in the mixture. We sincerely believe we can bluff our way through tangled weeds of self-hypocrisy and self mitigated interest. No such deal. We either get in or get out! Create or deflate.

In order to be truly creative, we must empower others with the genuine capricious spontaneous personality we imbue. We can not copy, imitate or follow the season or reason of others. We can not kiss ass for the sake of ‘getting ahead’. Ahead of what? Ahead of who? You know your true voice the moment you speak it; all else is but meaningless self-denigrating repetitive chatter. Do what you do because it’s what you do without thought of outcome. For another to appease you is sickening. For you to appease another is accidental. For another to gratify you is insulting. For you to gratify another is unintentional. For another to make you happy is impossible. For you to make another happy is inconsequential. For another to support you is copious slavery. For you to support another is vaingloriously stupid. For another to honor you is futile. For you to honor another is self-vested bondage.

Look no further than the circumference of your intention. Every motive is self-derived and delivered for self-benefit. When you see through your own pre-established simulated pretense of misguided purity, you will finally break through the debilitating binding effects of seeking self-gratification and constant encouragement. No one loves you like you love you. No matter what elaborate efforts you go through to convince others how victimized or how “good” you are the truth is: you’re in it for what you can get and how it makes you look in the mean time. Swallow that narcissistic truth and you won’t have to work so secretly hard at convincing anybody of anything. Psst…the benefit? You stay younger a lot longer!!!