The cellar may be an exciting thing to visit, but if the door behind
you slams with a bang, it is best to have a strong lamp at hand if you
desire any further safe direction.
The other choice is to stay in the darkness and spend time making
distinctions on apparent sounds and forms in that dim light of the
artificial.
The danger lies in that any deep habit or obsession may make your real
self slowly forget the way back leading out into the daylight of
its true abode.
Even deeper into the mist of the cellar may even make the holder of
the lamp doubt the nature of its true face and thus deny itself every
chance of simply recalling the original nature of the one who first
desired to enter the cellar in a case of simple curiosity.
In a way, trying to discern, the true inner, verses the outer reality of one’s True Self…
One cannot really say, that this permanent source and body of absolute truth is
within, or outside oneself. Any such reference is merely metaphoric at best,
thus the shining ones use various tools of skillful means to remind the
dreaming ones as where to look, in order to awake and escape the pains of their
own dark desires and errors.
What stands between your dreaming self and the awesome nature of the
Buddhadharma, is a very thin vibrating wall of eight well crafted layers of
consciousness, prohibiting awakening and right knowledge.
If you ever get lost on your path, it is because you are caught up in an endless
fight with the images in every layer of this wall of ignorance, not the wall
itself.
The wall needs but a small penetration to enable right view of the Buddhadharma
shining from the other shore.
Once the first brick, from the cellar, is removed and the first rays of truth starts to illuminate
the face of the prisoner with its warm comforting light, the prisoner gains
courage, stronger faith and desire to expand the hole with nothing else in mind.
One could say that the prisoner’s single mindedness to freedom has become boosted in the right direction.
Soon enough, the prisoner can escape into freedom without looking
back to the good or dark memories of the dreamlands left behind in the dampness of the cellar…
The bodhi-child becomes awake the very moment something crosses over
from the darkness in the cell of ignorance, and into the light of Buddhadharma.
Blinding and somewhat terrifying at first, but wholesome and healing at last.
What believed itself to be subject to birth and death understands
now, as it bathes in the nirvanic light of the unfiltered Buddhadharma, what true
freedom from suffering really is.
The awesome light of the Tathagata shines freely at all times
empowering one to rise from the dark confines of the cellar of self-limitations…
It is your true nature; perfect, unborn and pure beyond the limited comprehension of man’s humanized nature…
Always operating…
Freely…
Within the dreaming minds…
Of beasts, men and gods…
And hence, keeping them all,
Where they belong…
In the cellar…