[thoughts from ~burning woman~ by Sha’Tara]
I harbor in my mind this wonderful thought: that I am Nothing. If I am Nothing, then I don’t need anything. I don’t crowd other life, demanding space for myself. I don’t consume, eat, absorb, collect and hoard “stuff” because being Nothing, I need nothing. I can walk, or float if I wish, observing and learning.
In this wonderful and recurrent vision, I walk among earth life somewhat unseen. If I am touched, I can realize this but the other, the one who touches is only aware of a shadow, some sense that “something” happened and a diminishing sense of dread, or transport.
Being Nothing, I have an infinite number of choices on how I interact with the world around me. There is nothing that world can do about my choices because being Nothing, I cannot be controlled in any aspect of my life. Being Nothing I do not need approval or love, nor do I care if fear, hatred or indifference is expressed towards me.
This is interesting, and I am curious: could Nothing be feared? Could Nothing be hated, resented? Could Nothing be loved? Could Nothing render a presence of divinity?
Of course it can; it always does though it is not thought of as Nothing. Though Nothing cannot be seen it can be sensed in the sense of being a Chimera. I know how fearful or awed people can be of the Chimeras planted in their minds from childhood and from particular stages of their lives.
What are those Chimeras? They are what is believed outright without personal experience of, nor proof of; something “everybody” believes they know while actually knowing nothing about it. Something believed because “someone” or “something” in authority said it was so. Because someone taught so. Chimeras are born of faith in Gods, teachers, preachers, leaders, entertainers, bankers, lovers, doctors, scientists. They pass their Chimeras on to the world and while they are being used as a convenience (and always for profit and mind-control) they are simultaneously gestated into a next generation so they may guarantee the endless turning of the squirrel cage.
The world is full of Chimeras. Gods, of course, top the list, but enemies are the most used models. They are a particular species of very convenient Chimera – always needed and in a constant state of being invented and given to poetic license. Enemies allow people to hide their own failings and evil inside a Chimera, a Demon whom they fondly hope will never be encountered for that would create a reality shift problem. That is why “refugees” (the enemy) are a major problem: by their presence they create a breakdown of faith in the chimerical mental construct. Once allowed in they no longer serve as a convenient Chimera and new ones must be invented. As Pooh would say, “Oh, bother!”
Lesser Chimeras are other people’s beliefs that don’t jive with ours. If we create the alternative fact that theirs are evil, then we can conveniently claim that ours are good and pure. More Chimeras are other people’s races and skin tone; gender or language or how they interact and even how they eat.
Chimeras are the mind-prisons of the Somethings. I know this because when I exist as a Something, I bring my Chimeras to life, and how they love to dance their dance of death with me.
That being explained, it remains that the most dangerous Chimera is someone who is Nothing. Someone who cannot be manipulated, controlled, pushed into a corner, dummied down, bought, imprisoned or “frightened to death” using any of society’s control mechanisms. Someone who doesn’t have an ego to be stroked. Someone who is always free regardless of circumstances.
It is a truism that what we own, owns us. By that same token, what we believe also owns us. When we are owned, we are slaves.
What I enjoy most about being Nothing is I can live with nothing and I can choose whether to feel fear, or loathing, or anger, or express love unconditionally, or feel happiness, or simply enjoy quiet comfort whereas a Something can only experience a part of those choices.
Nothing can sit on a cloud and sleep until the cloud dissipates, then glide along on the wind, perhaps to land on a ship on the high seas, on an island or on a high mountain or in the middle of the desert where Nothing communes alone with Joy.
Nothing can wander freely in the middle of a war zone unscathed, except for the burning pain of ever-present Sorrow, that being a given.
Being Nothing would serve no purpose if Nothing could not live in the constant experience of knowing Joy and Sorrow intimately. That is, after all, the whole point of being Nothing – to experience living a life in total freedom of choice; where consequences do not raise questions of conscience because they affect only Nothing. They never harm, nor hurt the ego-beings: the Anythings or Somethings. Emotionally a Nothing is a closed system. What a Nothing experiences doesn’t affect the external world at all.
Can a physical entity, or being, be Nothing apart from dreams and visions? That would be some trick now, wouldn’t it?
A Nothing Chimera walks between the worlds of man and that of spirit. Can the embodied Nothing join those two worlds and if it did, what must be the outcome?