obnoxion wrote:Kenazis wrote:Do you mean that this state of being would be totally harmonius with environment? Being a state of absolute non-resistance?
In a way, yes. But I must stress that I do enjoy myself actively and pursue my interests. Yet there is always a slow but steady process of letting go in progress. And after relatively many years of conscious focus on becoming passive to the world, the process has gained a momentum of its own. It helps that this is a very natural process. As we get older, we face our autumn years, and then, a last, our winter years. Many of us abhor the old age, and cleave to our youth. Yet the elderly so often say that the happiest times of their lives were the very last times. At a somewhat early age, in my youth, I choose consciously to let go of my summer years, and I made haste to cleave to the autumn. I gave up the wish for eternal youth, and the hope of lengthening its wanton excitements. Soon, a lot of my wants and my wishes fell away from me like leaves of brown, of yellow and red. Unless one has experienced the purifying clarity of the sun light in September, there really isn’t a proper way to describe it. Just being here, less and less in the world by each moment, carrying the utter peace of the grave in one’s heart, and finally experiencing such joy of being that one can only dimly recall from some distant, preverbal existence of one’s most immaculate past. And when this process begins, there is no more hurry. When one lets go just a little, one finds that one has enough of everything. And when one still lets go a little more, there is abundance. And the less one holds on to, the more one overflows. Who, then, can imagine the ecstasies of the utter midwinter, or the prolongations of the serene catacombs? The monad truly is like a human skull, like the Kabbalists say; it is white, it is smooth, and in all things it is like the skeletal head of the long-dead.
Your post made a very deep impression on me, Obnoxion. Last night, after reading this thread, I sat up for a long time processing the uneasiness and - yes, even fear that the thought of death as a slow fading-away provoked in me. Perhaps I felt so alienated because it has always seemed to me that letting go of ones interests is bound to be only a substitute for those interests, a result of a fear of failure. This is obviously enough not the case with you, but it would probably be so for me. The motive of giving something up is much more important than what precisely is given up, and I'm still working on freeing myself from any superficial expectations other people may have on my part.
I think old age is usually dreaded so much not only because of a lust for endless excitement, pleasure etc. - though this too is an important factor - but also because its so-called serenity may be simply a result of being completely enmeshed in dry routine and conformist thinking, being, in fact,
more bound to this world than youth is. But of course the old people who let meaningless things upset them are not really old people, but young people trapped in old bodies.
As for mortification practices, I haven't succeeded in creating/adopting a thought-out, formal one. In the past, whenever I have tried conscious mortifying, the process has at once become so violent and out-of-control that there has been a risk of - maybe not physical death, but at least truly impairing emotional damage. The fault has assumably been that of applying the "let me have everything right now"-mentality to dying, witch is, now that I come to think of it, actually quite a hilarious mistake. I mean, how stupid can one really be?

This thread has however given me a lot to think about - the first thing to do might be letting go of the idea of death as an action - as Obnoxion's posts suggest - and then simply trying to see everything as neutrally as possible. For as long as there is contempt for oneself, fear, or desire to free oneself violently from this world's hindrances, the point of view is still that of life.
Ps.
obnoxion wrote: These old school ways always had an element of violence in them, because in ancient times it was a necessary part of spiritual achievement. Nowdays different methods are more suitable.
What is it precisely that has changed; what, in your opinion, made violence acceptable in ancient times?
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