MAYBE

"Maybe" saved me from an early death-by-reason.

I'm "blessed" with a virulently skeptical, righteously judgmental and inflexible mind,
Hopelessly at odds with an indefatigably curious spirit.

Somewhere, sometime, at just the right moment
I stumbled across the idea of a universal Maybe file.

I was working very, very hard to change my fortunes,
But the more I changed, the more things stayed the same.
Quantum leaps into a new level of awareness just weren't happening for me.
Then I met a man who ruthlessly challenged some of my most deeply-held assumptions and beliefs.
He held up a mirror to me
And I didn't like what I saw --
Not one bit.
My mind went into open revolt.
But I was desperate for my life to work,
Desperate enough to give up the need to be "right".

An escape-hatch to freedom opened up
When I got that, while I have a mind and there's nothing I can do about that,
My mind is not what I am,
Nor am I anything my mind tells me about anything.
If I could ignore my mind, even for a moment,
Not only would I not die,
I might actually start to live!
I began looking for a way to side-step my revolting mind.
That's when I happened upon a trick
Of putting new concepts and ideas into a kind of buffer zone --
A "Possible File"
Where my ego cannot readily get at them
Without setting off alarm signals of
"Jealous Ego lurking".
Ego will do anything to protect its existing patterns and programming,
And is deeply suspicious of anything that doesn't "fit-in".
My mind hates permanent change;
It goes off its face at the threat of transformation.
[All human minds are like that --
Pay no attention.]

As an actor, I go into a costume fitting room -- to try things on.

It helps me "get" into the character.

In the same way, I go into my Maybe Room.

Things I cannot accept now go into this elastic buffer zone
With a message on the door --
"Leave it with me; I'll get back to you."

My "Maybe Room" allows me to accept adventive ideas

Without necessarily buying into, or believing them;
I can just try them on and see what the experience feels like.
The judge and jury get no voice and no votes this room,
So that I can consciously postpone initial, automatic negative reactions
To "different" and new possible insights.
The Maybe Room is a fun place to be!
In this place, anything my imagination can conjure
Is possible.
I keep going back into this playroom to pretend --
To play a game of "What-If...?",
Until I can get a new view
From the place created by a fresh possibility;
Until a new level of perception dawns.

Once a new way of seeing is reached,
The "Ifs" and "Buts" dissolve
Like coffee in hot water.
And the store of Possibilities grows,
And another bondage is dissolved.

Then, more recently, came the miracle --
I discovered that the "Maybe File" isn't mine.
It is the womb of all existence that has always been.
"Maybe" is the place from which you and I arose,
The space in which we now live
And to which we will return
(Minus ego and body)
When we "die".
"Maybe" is a communal resource,
Infinite and accessible to you,
To me,
And to the whole of existence.

Why not try it for your self?
You don't need a special pass or licence --
You're already entitled.
Tap in --
There's plenty for all.
You've nothing to lose
(Except the dictatorship of your mind)
And everything to gain.

Perhaps...Perhaps....Perhaps.....