I was watching a commencement speech by Jim Carrey at Maharishi University, and he said, "Life doesn't happen to you; it happens for you."
What a superb and concise statement that is. Truly.
It seems that so many of us are victims of someone or something else. We have fallen prey to The Other—whoever or whatever The Other might be. I mean, I was lying in bed a couple nights ago and saw a tiny bug crawling on the wall—inching increasingly closer to me—so I crushed its body and annihilated it from existence, all because my sense of comfort felt threatened. Isn't that the motivation for, and mechanism of, self-defense in a nutshell?
In AYP, we speak of the unity condition, in which all is perceived as Self. The bug is Self. The flower is Self. The machine gun is Self. The stillness is Self.
Therefore, I killed part of myself, because I wasn't liking the trajectory of that particular part of me. Like a murder-suicide. What a shame.
I know I'm being comical, and there are a plethora of examples in which I could easily shift from being comical to tragic, but in the spirit of Mr. Carrey, who is a first-rate humorist, I'm just trying to keep it light. For now. (Most of my writing is lame anyway, so what does it matter).
Anyway, if we follow Jim's logic, the for-you-ness of life develops quite a contrast to the to-you-ness of life. The for you perspective implies that the events occurring within our individual consciousness are a kind of gift. The general sentiment is:
Flip the script, and here's the tone of the to you algorithm:
Perhaps as a self-inquiry module and contemplative exercise, the question of "Is this happening for me?" could be released into stillness. You could easily change for me to "for us" or "for you" to achieve a similar result. The point is: Deep down, we can sense that this whole tragic comedy is of our own making. The show is unfolding for our benefit, even if there is cunning deception involved.
In one scene from Jim Carrey's break-out film Ace Ventura: Pet Detective, he is sitting at the desk of a bureaucrat, chewing sunflower seeds, spitting the shells into his hands and sprinkling the chewed pieces across the bureaucrat's desk. In an attempt to mitigate Ventura's pollution of her desk, she asks him: "Would you like an ashtray?" To which he promptly replies: "I don't smoke. It's a disgusting habit."
Irony. It's surely meant for us. And the opposing "to you" sensation...yeah, that's meant for us too.
The higher power is for us.
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