Living Without Fear

The Freedom of the Truth

There's a ski resort in Japan a short distance from Tokyo called Nagano. The folks there refer to it as the Swiss Alps. Its an idyllic town surrounded by mountains and woods … a lake … and cottages that dot the slopes. I had traveled there to visit an electronic company that had devised a new pcb insertion procedure … that was saving them a lot of money … and was thrashing the competition. It was a visit that produced a great revelation.

As we entered the factory … away from the eye popping beauty of the environment … I was suddenly enclosed by a set of security measures … so intense … that it silently crushed the awesome sense of beauty I felt … and caused a mild paranoia that was pressing down on my lungs. Around me the faces of my companions had turned to grey … and their eyes had become fixed in their sockets … like stone idols.

Everything we said was thoughtfully reviewed by our guides … and responded with short quick sentences like an interrogation session … and the eyes never left the inquirer thereafter … but followed him with a peering countenance. Doors opened after doors … and finally we arrived at the assembly area … the size of a football field … run with no employees on the floor … except for one man at the console overlooking the facility. The machines emitted a clicking sound … that reached down to our paranoia … like so many visitors from the future … come to visit here on earth.

I was starting to experience an appalling sense of view … in some ways hinting at the future. I responded with a strong denial of any suggestion that this was the future … but the machines themselves were a marvel of modern technology. I've forgotten the actual cost saving … but seem to recall that its about 50% from its previous procedures. Surely such ingenuity by man is capable of more than improving machines … especially if we apply it to the understanding of humanity.

Imagine my surprise years later … when I discovered in my insight … the revelation of a science based understanding among the instruments of creation … that seeks to perfect itself in association with the human experience. I found it in the deepest paranoia … away from what man customarily refers to as the joy and beauty of life … wedged in the irrational fears of genocide and extinction. It relies on a separate understanding from man … like a new born baby experiencing itself intuitively … with no training at all … as if its the function of the cells themselves … to understand its own nature.

The Indic has always referred to that as the quality of the jiva ( soul ) but has not produced a detailed account of its existence … relying instead on the subtle passions … to describe it in terms that resemble the life-cycle of plants. I was shocked therefore to find that it created no emphasis on beauty … and was of the view that its bizarre sense of self value in the paranoia was a risk to mankind. I couldn't have been more wrong.

As I began a preliminary contact with its instruments and formed a basis of a relationship … it occurred to me that it had in some way created a major reliance on scientific principles … as an early understanding of itself … and had formed an anticipation of what man is. It indicated a high level of intelligence … as I responded in the folksy way of the Indic … with the rudimentary faith that we have been practicing over the years.

As we progressed in our relations … it became clear to me that it was growing in its understanding of the passions … while I received the benefit of reason. There were considerable tests along the way … planned and otherwise … to gauge my integrity in the experience … and thereafter we came to understand each other better. And then I found what we refer to in the words of the vernacular as the ' eternal life.'

That explained the paranoia. In its convolution … it revealed itself as having lost its experience of the immortal nature … and substituted it with a wall of obstinacy. It exists as a part of the experience of the human body … representing the qualities of the building blocks of created substance … that seek to evolve from life to life in search of perfection. The human is a student to such a phenomenon and may be guided to understand … logically … its working.

There are references to eternal life both in the Indic and Christian literature … but they represent it … as the continuity of life in the great circle of creation and destruction. How that is viewed as a promise of heaven … is the plan of theology … to lead the student into a greater refinement of his understanding. It is part and parcel of the will of man and its awaits man's discovery of it.

To understand that is to love life without an inordinate fear of life's temporal nature … as if death may be driven away. Hence by bringing back an appreciation of love's embrace of beauty … we are intimated into understanding our immortality. Leaving the factory in Nagano … I felt privileged to be privy to something hidden … it produced a blossoming of the gnosis and released me from the paranoia of hidden ambitions. I was engulfed again in the beauty of the world around me … even stronger than before. A man would understand that best … in simply living life.