It is said that change is rare if we conduct the \u00e2\u20ac\u0153continuity of the same\u00e2\u20ac\u009d.<\/p>\n
Today I saw clearly in my experience this \u00e2\u20ac\u0153continuity of the same\u00e2\u20ac\u009d. I had just arrived and met a coworker complaining about things that could be done but nobody was doing them. She left and while I was working the same theme continued. A lot of justifications, comparisons came up, making me get stuck in the past: all the same story going on and on in my mind. I felt it physically: the upper part of my body was very tight and dense.<\/p>\n
And then all of a sudden a cell phone began to ring, and then came to my mind the possibility of a deeper time may be related to a temporal rhythm.<\/p>\n
Time \u00e2\u20ac\u0153allows itself\u00e2\u20ac\u009d to be conducted, and so allows every kind of conducting DTS 148. Though the power of the ongoing projection, inner dialogues reinforce and establish\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 The conducting is flawless, but the pattern itself is flawed. Everywhere there is misfortune, negativity, opposition, ignorance, mistakes and obstacles. Most fundamental of all, there is conducting carried out in the service of not-knowing. DTS 151-152.<\/em><\/p>\n It is not-knowing itself that signals the possibility of conducting the perfection of the knowledge dynamic. Not-knowing allows for qualities to develop: \u00e2\u20ac\u02dctasty\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 and \u00e2\u20ac\u02dccolorful\u00e2\u20ac\u2122, bigger, deeper, vaster, broader. The dance is about to begin: Knowledge extends the invitation; acknowledgement provides the room, flaws and imperfection offer the opportunity. DTS 152<\/em><\/p>\n Aware of the dark quality of the energy of my body, all of a sudden I could let go the story and dance with the energy that became more light and soft. My body relaxed. The subtle \u00e2\u20ac\u0153inward\u00e2\u20ac\u009d of time conducts differently. DTS 153<\/em><\/p>\n And then I remembered that song: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153One Note Samba\u00e2\u20ac\u009d and could realize the changing quality of my inner environment. Banging on the same note in the beginning, but fluid in the end.<\/p>\n