When inspiration seems to be in short supply, and life seems to be reduced to “one damn thing after another,” you might say that forgetting the mystery is always to blame. What I mean is, what the Toltecs call the common dream (the things we all agree on in order to maintain the appearance of society as we know it) can sometimes hypnotize us into thinking that we have it all figured out, and that there’s nothing much to think about or marvel about or be inspired by. And we start to feel like, “same old, same old,” or, “ho hum another day,” or even, “oh great, one more crappy thing I’ve got to deal with.”
But the cool thing is that this illusion is so vast – i.e. the illusion that there is anything even remotely approaching mundane – that it’s easy to chip away at it and find windows back into the magic, and the inspiration, and the joy. All we have to do is start to consciously call to mind things that are confirmed mysteries, or that have aspects that are unfathomable, or that are literally beyond all comprehension. And they are everywhere! For example, you might begin to try to imagine, or think about:
- What your cat is really thinking.
- What it feels like to be a tree.
- What all your great, great, great, great grandparents would look like all sitting together in a room, and what they would talk about.
- All the little things that had to happen exactly as they did in order for you to exist.
- What it felt like before you were conceived.
- Why we dream.
- What it would be like to see the rings of Saturn up close.
- How big the Universe is. (Or multiverse – WHAT?!)
- Why you are you and not someone else.
- Time: what is is and how it works.
- If everything is really real or if it is just a dream, or if it is somewhere in between.
- How someone could possibly be as dear and lovable as _____, and how unspeakably divine it is to feel the depths of that love.
Of course these are just a few examples! Life is truly miraculous, so there is truly no end.