When my friend John posted this quote from The Matrix a week or so back:
“Do not try and bend the spoon, that’s impossible. Instead, only try to realize the truth… there is no spoon. Then you’ll see that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself.”
“I’d forgotten! The Matrix is A Course in Miracles in slick black leather. Goes down smoother.”
(And speaking of black, I’m still dealing with the mysterious black out in my blog dash board mentioned in my previous post. So, I am quite literally typing this into the dark. Forgive any typos I miss.)
This week, the third and (I assume) final season of the Turkish series The Gift (probably already in the can before COVID) dropped on Netflix. Of course, I devoured it in a couple of days. I confess, the last season felt a tad tired; but then, so, too often, does life, which is a f%#$ing miracle–the most dazzling game in town.
I would not dare give anything away. I only recommend the series again and offer a transcription of the final recitation.: a message that has been said in hundreds of different words and wise voices through the centuries. The truth doesn’t get tired… only the listener; and if it is Truth, if a single drop reaches a the heart, it can land on parched earth like thunder. A garden can spring from a single tear.
“Everything that is transformed inside can be observed outside. Time is an eternal moment. Just as a single drop of water holds the heart of the past, a single moment holds the heart of all time. The past and the future. Those that grasp the moment, grasp the wholeness of time. Remember, life is the greatest gift we are given. It’s open to infinite possibilities. There is only one thing for you to do…surrender. Just surrender to it. Let life flow and flow with it. Let yourself live.
You connect with another person either out of love or fear. Let it be love. Let it be infinite Love. Connect out of love and the universe will surround and protect you. It will embrace you with its loving arms. And not only in times of joy or pleasure, but also in darkness, grief, or danger. Don’t run away from any of it. Don’t be afraid to laugh or cry. Embrace it all. Enjoy it. That’s the way you’ll grasp the wholeness of every single moment. And only by doing that will you live a full life. Don’t be afraid of anything. Let time make you…you. Don’t try to be anyone else. Find out who you are and spread your wings to life. And as you spread your wings to life, your soul will appear. That’s how you become one with yourself and the world, united with the universe and everything in it. Never stop questioning. Never get tired of asking yourself the same question…over and over again…for the rest of your life: Who am I?”
I was struck and chastened as I listened to this recitation how privileged are any of us whose lives have allowed us to come to these realizations, even if we forget. As Rumi said:
Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again , come , come.
In these trying times, it seems, even the privileged thirst for this remembrance, cannot hear it often enough.