Tiger Mind

Posted on May 1, 2007
Filed Under Journal, Spirituality, Consciousness |

I am not a particularly big lover of zoos, not least because all too often the animals are far too confined. Something is robbed from them in those enclosures. Yet recently I happened upon an animal sanctuary where the animals actually seemed quite contented. And so I came across the tigers, not merely lying up on their platforms away from prying observers, but roaming around their large enclosure – playing, running and eating.

Tiger Eyes

There is a grace to those beasts, a nobility of utter surety of their own nature. Every movement measured and controlled, every detail of their environment perceived; it is an awareness that is hard to comprehend. I stared into the eyes of one of those tigers, and he stared right back; not even so much as a challenge – rather a knowledge of his place in the scheme of things, and mine. Mine being far lower down the rung of capability than his. It was far from a contemptuous state – not a statement of arrogant superiority, but a knowing that had there not been a glass panel separating us; my continued existence was at his choosing.

Tiger Eyes - Roar

And then I think of how humans fight; the emotions, the self-erected justifications for killing. The two kinds couldn’t be further apart.

There is a spiritual vacuousness in that aspect of humanity, something which has stolen into our minds, and possessed our very nature – a quality that I believe to be alien. Our temperament sets our course, our demeanour, beliefs and eventually our reality. Our minds when put upon certain courses unlock themselves to frequencies of a certain vibration, and thus we give access to all that which resides within the realms at that particular frequency. We open ourselves to that wavelength and allow things travel into us; whisperings in the mind – thoughts that we believe our own. False, childish affronts that arise in our minds, and are used as catalysts to send us embarking upon crazy paths.

Beautiful Eyes

Imagine those paths, interlinked across all of humanity! The networks of thought patterns, of consciousness that take hold over our collective course, and head us towards the rocks in a stormy sea. When you take a step back, the mass of war – whatever it’s semantic justification – it appears like a raging sickly monster suffering from delusional dementia. It cannot be understated.

I wonder where that craziness begins. Somehow I can’t see it arising from the tantrums of a spoilt child – those tantrums are an un-driven momentary lapse that lasts no longer than the duration of the child’s attention span. Yet at some point mere childish temper gets replaced by crazed imaginings of self-righteous importance.

Beautiful baby eyes

There is a poison that seeps in – a part of it is inimical to our society, yet if that very poison allows access to minds, allowing them to be plummeted…then I can’t help but wonder if those very traits of society are there for that purpose.

But truth is, that it really isn’t all that difficult to step away from. Such madness stems from the darkness of our Shadow, which we kick down and beat ruthlessly. When we see ourselves in true light – we find we aren’t truly a part of that path society treads. Then it merely becomes about walking in another direction.