by Mona Dunkin
You’ve heard the story of the blind men describing an elephant. Each man was exposed to a different part of the elephant and each man described that part of the elephant in keeping with something he was familiar with. The leg was ‘kinda like’ a tree. The tail was ‘kinda like’ a rope. According to the poem by John Sykes, each of the blind men were “partly right, yet all of them were wrong.”
Blindness is equated with ignorance; not to be stupid, but something you don’t know. All we have in life is our experiences, beliefs, faith and encounters with things we don’t understand. Everything we know comes through filters and when our filters are clogged that is just another form of darkness, or ignorance.
One only knows what one knows. Conversely, we don’t know what we don’t know.
In keeping with the Law of Attraction, the blind men married blind wives. The blind wives bought into the perception of the blind husbands. Whether it was genetic disposition or cultural hangover, the blind men and the blind wives produced blind children – and grandchildren who blindly bought into the ‘kinda-like-common-sense” concepts. They believed, bought into and passed on to future generations the distortion of what the elephant looked like and/or who he was.
All of us blindly carry cultural conditionings with us. Not that that is wrong, it’s just limiting.
Although we live in an expanding universe, our day-to-day exposure is mostly confined to the familiar.
Our comparing place is always working – whether to accurately interpret or to distort. It happens as we try to see what we want to see. All of our senses bring experiences into our world. We believe what we believe until we believe something different. Or until we see differently.
All we can get from the real world (people, places, things) is information. Information itself is not the problem. How we handle it may be. Same information: one chooses anger, one chooses indifference and one chooses acceptance. Whether it is a 6 or a 9 depends on one’s point of view. It’s nothing to go to war over.
The moral of this little tale is this. We may unknowingly damage our own health and limit our own happiness by blindly assuming what something (or someone) else is like.
The way we challenge our perceptions is through more information; outward as well as inward. Hearing another’s point of view as well as examining our own wisdom-heart for truth. Look into the mysteries of the universe. Adopt an air of curiosity with no judgment. Push self beyond limited boundaries. Find beauty in life and growth through difficult circumstances. Engage in an empty, hungry, patient outward gaze into the ordinary. And discover there is no such thing as an ordinary day.