Don Quixote

The quest for knowledge is fairy difficult:how do we know that what we conclude is there,is something real? like Don quixote, we can fall victims of many shadow traps, as long as being taken by the hands of God and his "master plan" for the world and our "missions" here; sometimes we struggle like being our own donkeys, blind to the truth, following our mental maps about what we consider is real, ignoring what is "out there", blinded by our own shadows and intentions, unaware of our stupidity.

You ask if working at certain levels can be like charging against the windmills: the doubts are part of the illusion that makes us charge against unreal events. clarifying that, returning to naked perception and intuition can help.

the monkey-donkey mind is the one busy with these affairs: am I doing right? am I touching reality? is my commitment real enough? am I doing right when trying to help that person? returning to one's center, to naked perception,allowing those mental issues to vanish and fall like empty shells to the ground, can help here.

My best wishes for you,

Rubén.

  Hi Kamm,      :)

* Egoic displays and wrong motivation may not pleasant, but the receiver of the effort probably doesn't care what issues the giver has. ** ........ To me reading ** How can I help? ** from Ram Dass has given some interesting insights about the different views of help and receiving help and the related feelings. In this book some people described very interesting and touching, how they felt with the way, they received help. 

Wish you a *** Happy New Year ** , Gisela

Happy New Year Kamm! I recognize the four quadrants territory that you are playing/working here. You (and me and us) in your myriad complex interior subjective feelings, intentions, & processes that naturally are informed and moved by and initially co-created by the cultures' varied and confusing judgments of right and wrong and what is meant by good and bad engagement with others - including all that flickers between shadow and light, as though reflected strobe-like off of whirling windmill action paddles. And there are the right-quadrant physical forms and organizations of forms that seem to make the strobing dreams of doing good and bad and even doing nothing have more palpable mandate to them. Not only do I want to do good and to be free of guilt and shame but the societies encourage us, fragmenting though the strobing input can be, to act, now. No wonder we are confused. That's what resonating 4-quad poetry sketch comes out of me for you this early am.