a head on top of our head

Exile comes from clinging to a view of the world rather than opening to that-which-is-viewing.  In exile, we each cling to our view and take that view to be “reality.” Reality is much more subtle, deep, mysterious than this isolated imaginal petroglyph. We become both rock hard and stuporous in our self-enhanced view. When we find others who agree with us, we become even more attached, rigid in our envisioned melodrama. We are comforted. We may be in exile but we are in exile together. 

From what are we exiled? From the one who is viewing. We do not back up enough in this viewing process to even become aware that there is one viewing. This one has no name and, if named, becomes just another object in the view.

Our exile is produced and reinforced by our continuous internal and external chatter about who we are and who we are not, about this and about that -- an ongoing self-hypnotic state. We put a head on top of our head. We will defend this second head unto the death.

This second head we have developed and furnished since childhood with occasional tossing of furniture and redecoration is not a good or bad thing. It just is. It is part of being a human. The second head turns into a detriment, however, when we cling to it with great insistence. We are not moving on to our birth right, to an expansion of awareness, of consciousness allowing identification with, becoming, being that-which-views.

Exile is being stuck in our own head, our self-created head, this appendix of inflated presumption.  Home is when we open to the deep within, to our ever-flowing core, to the dynamic surging of being which we are. To open to the deep within and act from here.