One a work of fiction, the other non-fiction, two authors explore the innate struggles of the human experience in our quest to understand all that is.
The other day I finished listening to A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle. It’s an easy listen, though maybe a slightly harder thing to read. It isn’t based on many verifiable facts, but does support everything you know to be true.
It’s the kind of non fiction you can skim through and either already know from experience (observations included) or be unable to make a case the author says anything false. For instance, “Either the chicken or the egg came first.” See, that statement is both unprovable and utterly true.
All that matters is how you use any of the things mentioned. All of reality, every fiber of our lives, are a result of what we can perceive and how we apply the knowledge we understand.
Obviously, A New Earth isn’t about chickens. It’s about the human experience. And I fall into the lot of humans who know everything being said from experience. Not that I’m particularly enlightened except for brief periods of meaninglessness. But I do recognize there is a path to it. And I see the many, many obstacles. So many pitfalls.
Often, I’ve been ridiculed by lovers, family and others for advocating for oneness, a balance to reality. I get it. The world I envision is very controversial.
In this reality there is no race, class or country. It is a place where children are not things to own or misplace hope in. Where monogamy, however necessary, is at best a comfortable facade. A reality where family structure is no more good or bad for humans than is nuclear energy. After all, everything we know is a matter of application.
All that matters is how you use any of the things mentioned. All of reality, every fiber of our lives, are a result of what we can perceive and how we apply the knowledge we understand.
In my particular situation, for instance, even though I could see the greater conversation of life, I did not handle it well. Actually, there was a part that I simply didn’t handle. I ignored a portion of the whole, which ultimately left my application inept in many situations.
You see, I am malleable at my core–easily affected by emotion. Only when that happened, when I allowed emotions to riot within me, I would lose focus of reality’s oneness.
The life inside me and its connection to all that is slipped through my fingers. Obviously this was an issue because that oneness is the thing that mattered most in my life. It is life.
Every single facet of The Guardians is a question of life that I’ve grappled with.
Thus, I treated emotion as a challenge and there seemed to be an easy solution. If emotion is the thing that kept me from oneness, I just needed to remove it from the equation. I thought I’d found the answer. I was wrong.
A tiny part of the equation was left out. A part that does matter. At least it does to the people I care about. That is not to say I care about those things, just their effect on my people.
While I was connecting to the grand life beyond, the tiny fragments all around me were disintegrating. Sure, I was able to put up barriers to the raw emotion but I also inadvertently blocked the life radiating through the emotions of those I love.
Loved ones died, tragedies erupted and feelings flared up and down. And through most of it I was a ball of uncaring ambivalence. There is never a guarantee that allowing the emotions from girlfriends, colleagues or uncles would make me any more use that person’s situation. But it would undoubtedly, let me experience the moment with him or her; joining them in the journey toward closure.
Since I was absent from the moment all together, protected in my mental fortress, they were destined only to be tossed into the heap of missed moments in time.
I can’t regain any of those moments, nor shall I try. But at this moment, I allow all emotion to course through me. While I maintain my connection to all that is.
The human condition finds infinite wisdom in mistakes. Mistakes are nothing more than experience. And the experience of being, at any given moment, is all that knowledge truly is.
The experience of reading The Guardians may be entertaining to some. Pure rubbish to others. But the experience of writing it was pure therapy. Every single facet of The Guardians is a question of life that I’ve grappled with.
Take the La Tok Shokran, a pure force of nature in human form, emotionless, capable of accomplishing anything as a result. He is my experience molded into a super hero.
Then there’s the heroine, Shinta Chosin, though orphaned, without guidance, must still find her way to a higher calling: a true understanding of self. She seems to represent all of humanity as a whole.
The Rguan, spiritual guides to the Way, which is at best a feeble human attempt to understand “all that is”. The Rguan themselves appear to represent what every religion aspires to be: truth.
You get my drift. There isn’t a word or concept in The Guardians that doesn’t stem from my struggles, triumphs and stories to understand all I am.
Of course, I didn’t want to bore you with stories about a mundane life, so I packaged it all in a nail-biting, high stakes, powerfully compelling, futuristic adventure of anime proportions.
Did I succeed?
The only answer I have to that question is: Here, I am.
I hope that you read the The Guardians. In fact, if you haven’t bought it yet, just go and download the ebook from Inspiration Nation. Read it on your way to work or school, in the bathroom or after you had a few drinks.
I hope that you read Eckhart Tolle’s book as well. I can’t get you a free copy of his book though. It will be interesting to compare concepts about life and reality applied in a fiction and nonfiction book.
You won’t find similarities in the text, except for maybe a few monotonous bits that seem to drag on about nothing in particular. Overall, I happen to think The Guardians is a much more exciting read. Though in underlying value, both books are very much on the same page.
Stay Inspired.
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