
The way you live is a collection of thoughtforms. Each brick of the house – the way it’s placed, what it’s made of, the fact it is called a “brick” – they are all thoughtforms. You can look at the thoughtforms like bricks – one on top of another, stacked or in a pile, configured this way or that. Thoughtforms.
They also just happen to be someone else’s thoughtforms. Would they be yours if you were free, really free to create?
I see my current life as if it were a metaphorical layer cake. One of the large layers is what I call “wiping the slate clean.” It reminds me of the old days (a.k.a. “my childhood”) when I played with an Etch A Sketch. It was an art toy where you would draw an image on a gray screen with knobs. When you wanted to draw a new image you would shake the toy and it would clear the screen so you could draw a new one. My current life is like shaking an Etch A Sketch.
I have cleared out many of the old forms of my way of life. Torn down the bricks. Shaken out the forms. I live in the bare minimum so I can draw a completely new picture. And not with someone else’s second-hand ideas and “shoulds” or “have-to’s.” (As in life “should” be this way or life “has to” be this way). Nah, it doesn’t. There’s (glorious) newness beyond our wildest dreams to come.


