Imagine being at the theatre in one of the cheap seats with your view of the stage, and the performance unfolding on it, partially hidden.
Unlike at regular theatres, at this theatre you don’t know you bought a cheap seat so are totally unaware that there are limits on what you can see.
You don’t know that watching the entire performance unrestricted is available by a simple shift in perspective at a different seat.
Innocently and unknowingly limited.
What if there’s so much more on offer, hiding beyond our current vision of life and waiting to be experienced, but we simply don’t know to look?
What if we could see the whole performance in all its magnificence and it was more than anything we’ve ever dreamed of?
Crazy talk, right? Or is it?
Life shifts moment to moment. Never stopping. Never putting a peg in the ground and exclaiming, “This is how it will be forever!”.
It’s the ultimate performance. One without intervals, set changes or stage fright pauses. One with no purpose but to be experienced in its fullness.
It simply keeps on going with everything and everyone constantly in motion.
No matter how hard we try to secure ourselves and our lives to look a certain appealing to us way, we simply can’t.
Yet, isn’t that what we’re trying to do all the time. Secure our world, that’s in constant motion, to conform to a personal liking which is also changing? Utterly impossible, exceedingly exhausting and totally insane. trying to press pause on the performance at a point in time, willing it to stand still seemingly for our benefit.
Because that’s not how life and its performance works.
Every moment, every person, every reality, every thing we experience is held in thought. This ever moving, shape shifting creator of the dynamic performance on offer to be experienced.
The desire to pin life down in all its forms takes place on behalf of this central character called ‘I’ around which everything we do and see is set.
Yet who we think we are, this I, is only experienced in thought and, by the very nature of thought, is constantly shifting.
“I’m awesome”, “I’m an utter loser”, “I need to be better”, “I don’t have a clue” and on it goes.
None of it can be who we are if we can’t pin it down.
If the narrative of the central character dissolved, along with the constant and exhausting search and desire for security on its behalf, who might we be? The viewer of it all.
Freedom to be with every last bit of it with no exhaustion from self-reference.
Not the limited view blocked by all the confusion but the open and unrestricted view.
The best seats in the house watching the play of life in all its dynamism. Utterly mesmorising.
Embracing the performance of life and experiencing it in its fullest and most vibrant form whilst resting in the space of knowing who we really are.
We get to be right in the middle of the performance of life.
Utterly immersed in it.
Screaming at our kids with all we’ve got, laughing with our friends, crying with our partners all whilst fully knowing who we and who they are.
All experiences for the experience of it. For the performance.
It is the full flavoured experience without the utter terror, confusion and responsibility. Without expecting or needing any illusionary self to make it any different to what it is.
We don’t need to hang back teetering in the background worrying we will make a fool of ourselves or scared we will damage something.
We get to jump in with two feet and experience it. The muddy puddles. The screaming child. The loss. The celebration. The sunset. The flowers. The lot. All genres of performances rolled into one, none better than the other.
There is nothing holding us back. The confusion of who we thought we were is loosened. Our perspective sifts and limits fall away. Freedom presents itself.
And that is when we are really in life. More so than ever. Available to experience without any hint of need, judgement or self.
Pure unburdened, limitless, mesmorising, flowing life!
The whole performance on offer.