Ego, The False Centre, Osho and spring cleaning before the Fall.

I have been sprucing up my Blog. I love my blog, its been a solid and true friend over these past 5 years, trying to make some sense of it all. Cathartic and confessionary, conspiritorial and comforting. I have been limbering up the old digital quill and putting increasing effort into the Blog as it has transformed from on line note book to someting of an outward expression of myself. I hope it represents what I wish to project from within me outward to anyone who encounters it. Much of the problems related to Ego in the current world involve projections back from our interlocutors which seek to live up to what we project outwards to how we wish the other to conform to our own expectations. Scaled up to a community and society level this is how we all act as each others collective jailers. How does one transcend that egotistical element in any performance and natural need for acknowledgement and recognition of self worth, its a natural feeling that is so easily corruptable and has been systematically corrupted by the ´Consumer Society´. Anyway I grapple with it every day and wait for the day to come that I see Ego fallen away as Osho describes.


 '' Try to see your own ego.
Just watch it.
Don't be in a hurry to drop it, just watch it. The more you watch, the more capable you will become. Suddenly one day, you simply see that it has dropped. And when it drops by itself, only then does it drop. There is no other way. Prematurely you cannot drop it.
It drops just like a dead leaf.
The tree is not doing anything - just a breeze, a situation, and the dead leaf simply drops. The tree is not even aware that the dead leaf has dropped. It makes no noise, it makes no claim - nothing.
The dead leaf simply drops and shatters on the ground, just like that.''

http://deoxy.org/egofalse.htm




And the source of anxiety is the self promotion added to the rather natty new mast head to the blog, the new back ground and Grub street etching all addind to a new sense of care since I started taking writing a little more seriously.
Blogging the new Grub Street

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