Livinginmyhead wrote:I spent about two and a half months living the homeless life on the streets of Seattle, sharing the truth of enlightenment with many many people.
I have a question. You've mentioned the spiritual dimension of your healing (a new conception of yourself, your place among others, the universe... I go so far as to say the
multiverse. But, some can't think as big as me.

). How do you know your spiritual view of the world wasn't (isn't) simply an explanation
for the reality you accepted about yourself, not the
cause? You have to admit, there are a lot of people with many different spiritual views. Some have no views and they're perfectly sane. Since spiritual matters can't be tested objectively, it seems like focusing too much on spiritualism could lead to the proverbial "cure worse than the disease."
I definitely believe there is more to reality than we can see. I think it's healthy to accept that, be open to it. But, our problem,
obviously, was that we
were out of touch with reality. Believing that the cure comes from something which can't be determined to be real... that seems like it could be fraught with danger? Not merely humility, but vanity?
What I mean is: I went through a similar "I'm going downtown to be with my people." And then becoming frustrated that those whom I deigned to help didn't recognize the gift I was offering.
Also: my coming to awareness has some aspects that seem hard to describe as mere coincidence. Do I focus on those when telling my story because my "coming down to earth" has to be "great" in some way? It can't be as simple as "I am mentally ill, I see it now?" Would that be too
common for someone like me -- who was placed on earth with the majesty I was destined for, and fulfilled by recognizing I'm mentally ill?
How do we know when we're being realistic -- while at the same time accepting that we can't firmly identify reality's boundaries?
I think about those things often. For example, I see
a lot of spiritual overtones. The ironies which come to my mind
all the time. I call it evil Zen. It's like polar opposites (good vs bad). I see it so much, that I honestly think of NPD as demonic possession. My revulsion at my traits. "Love the sinner, hate the sin."
Getting back to my point: How do I know I'm
not simply defining myself with the same black/white view I've given everything else?
Elevating what was a lowering (of myself to to reality)
into into an other-worldly battle of good and evil -- with me as the arbiter (God?).
Do you ever think of that? How it's "all relative?" I think (hope!) at least reminding (questioning) myself keeps me in touch with reality (and proper respect for the reality we can't see, which I agree: it exists.).
But, you're right. Getting clear on this stuff is *amazing*. I don't know if I'm "cured" (I don't know what it's like to be normal, I have nothing to compare to.). But, I'm very happy with this.