Nothing but Toys

The mind is continuous seeking. Seeking to entertain itself. Or seeking to escape boredom? Both are derived from the same center which is always in the now. It is because of immediate boredom that I seek out entertainment. One is in the past, the other in the future. What is it that I am not at peace now that I am seeking further gratifications?

I seek new friends, I seek new food, I seek new excitement, I seek for a new phone, I seek out new places, I seek for another new movie, I seek new toys, new gadgets, new information, new stuff –  just to keep me entertained. Have I not noticed – I keep chasing for something new, something thrilling just to satisfy my needs? It is rather strange I did not observe these before, or is it that I do not want to face? How long has these been going on? I am amused – I look around and found the same with everybody. Are we doing time of some sort, entertaining ourselves to escape from boredom, a boredom born out of an unseen prison of bondage? Are we creating toys to entertain ourselves?

People getting angry with each other – street protest, demonstration for peace, unhappy with a waitress, impatient with a traffic jam, upset with things around – they are just another way of the mind in entertaining itself, when it could not get what it wants.

Could it be because of boredom games are created? Games with rules to thrill. To make me stir. To make me glued to a set, as there are no other things that is exciting. What is going on that I am not aware off? Am I a walking zombie, killing time, as if, there is a deep frustration that I am not seeing. What is it that is bugging me that keeps me on this wheel of insatiable thirst of seeking?

The mind is creating new toys, new ways of entertaining itself ….

“… You do but dream, and idols are the toys you dream you play with. Who has need of toys but children? They pretend they rule the world, and give their toys the power to move about, and talk and think and feel and speak to them. Yet everything their toys appear to do is in the  minds of those who play with them. But they are eager to forget that they made up the dream in which their toys are real, nor recognize their wishes are their own.

“Nightmares are childish dreams. The toys have turned against the child who thought he made them real. Yet can a dream attack? Or can a toy grow large and dangerous and fierce and wild? This does the child believe, because he fears his thoughts and gives them to the toys instead. And their reality becomes his own, because they seem to save him from his thoughts. Yet do they keep his thoughts alive and real, but seen outside himself, where they can turn against him for his treachery to them. He thinks he needs them that he may escape his thoughts, because he thinks the thoughts are real. And so he makes anything a toy, to make his world remain outside himself, and play that he is but a part of it.

“There is a time when childhood should be passed and gone forever. Seek not to retain the toys of children. Put them all away, for you have need of them no more.”

As I type the above excerpt from A Course in Miracles, an extract taken from the book Your Immortal Reality, I could not help but to feel a deep surge of peace arising from knowing what is it like when the toys are been put away.

Stop seeking and you will find…

4 Replies to “Nothing but Toys”

  1. Recognizing has lots of qualities in it – acceptance, peace, freedom and even love – and if you take time to investigate the nature of recognizing, the quality refines itself deeper. It is neverending and you will see the beauty and benefit of it. Then you will realize for yourself whether this path is the path for you. Self-experiential and self-evidence.

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