What does your idea of bliss often express itself as? Do you imagine it to be similar to the same idea you carry in relation to paradise? These are a couple of questions that have more often than not, left my train of thought determined to derail with a destructive demeanor off of some railroad track chugging along, towards the tunnel of truth.
Before we head down that railroad track of destruction, I feel it necessary to refresh your memory, as well as mine in terms of the definition attached to the word, taboo. Taboo is a word that has been around since 1776. If I am not mistaken that was a pretty significant year for our beloved country. A taboo is the passive prohibition of an idea based on the belief that such behavior is either too sanctified or too ill fated for ordinary beings to undertake. In its entirety this word stems from a societal makeup of rules and guidelines built by those who deem free thought as dangerous. If one were to break taboo, the moral judgment of society’s standards would vehemently treat the presupposed broken taboo as objectionable. In the basic sense of the word, taboo could be viewed as being easily manipulated by the masses. I consider it to have a polarizing effect to the simple satisfaction most individuals seek in bliss.
The definition of bliss is a much easier one to define; it is joy in the purest and most unclouded form. It is hedonistic at its core. It is paradisaical in its hidden hints of heaven. It is the supreme being to the nonbeing of happiness. I could compare it to a lullaby lost in limbo, waiting for its harmony to be heard with the hope of a home waiting to be found. Pure bliss has no beginning and no end because the only place it can exist in its most wholesome form is a place, most like to call Heaven. The final completeness and wholeness include all the experience that has been lived through—the experience of good and evil, of division and valuation, of pain and suffering. Morality inevitably implicates pain. There can be no bliss in good alone, there can only be bliss beyond the battle of good and evil.
What do I consider as the space in which I am absorbed by bliss?
The only honest answer to this question is the fact that I do not yet know. I know that ever since this journey into the realm of my creative process started, I am getting closer to understanding what it is that I seek in sustainable bliss. Sometimes I think that I feel hints of bliss when I try and percolate a variety of well-placed words in conjunction with one another. It must be noted that these words that spawn from the depths of my bizarre enigma often leave even myself puzzled. I would not like to classify my hobby of well-perceived word placement as bliss, but more of a release from the obligation of this paradoxical existence.
It seems that most of my life I have thought to have touched the surface of bliss in the searches and discoveries of “true” love, only to find myself disturbed in the wake of suffering. When one is craving to be united with the one they yearn for, they are motivated not by happiness, but for what appears to them as supreme and superlative value, the possession, namely, of that particular person of interest. Joy and happiness may be a consequence of that possession—and so may be pain and suffering, which is commonly the case. That being said, happiness could be deliberated as the barest and most meaningless term of the human vocabulary. There is no existence in the criterion or in the true measure of happiness; in light of this there is no such appraisal that can be made amid the happiness of one person and another. I consider this to be a layer in the taboo behind the being of bliss.
I do believe that a kiss is about the closest thing there is to pure bliss. It is the only time when thoughts are not manipulated by any inward or outward pollution of the mind. A kiss is happy, it is never sad; it is never lonely nor is there any sense of malicious intent attached to it. A kiss is never mean, at least not that I have encountered in my life. See for yourself if you do not believe me.
Bliss has been said to billow within us when we take the necessary steps in developing our spirit. There are three chief stages in the spirit’s development. There is the original wholeness; this is a pre-conscious wholeness, which has not yet gotten lost in the wilderness experience of thought and freedom, i.e. The Perpetuity Of A Toddler. Then there is man’s self-division, reflection, valuation, and the double-edged sword in the freedom of choice, i.e. Adolescence Through Adulthood. These are finally followed by superconscious, when the pain of and suffering of the fallen man subside, i.e. The Meaning Of Life. Bliss encompasses the realm of the superconscious. These stages are suggested to be successive in the ideal growth of man.
Would you call me crazy if I told you that the development of the spirit is deeply rooted with the evil of sin? When the innocence of paradise was lost, the heart of heroism started struggling against the wicked ways of sin. The possibility of being exiled from paradise provokes terror in all of us and this in turn, escalates our quest for spiritual growth. In our awareness of sin, we are both humbled and exalted, and though we fell from a significant height, we can rise right back up to it. The essential problem with bliss is the problem of human nature. Our knowledge, our freedom, our creativeness, when kept in check and balanced, are the keys to the mysterious castle of man. We are the mystery that holds the key of knowledge and more importantly, existence. We are the enigmatic being, though part of nature, still cannot be explained in terms of nature, which this alone penetrates into the heart of being. We are the bearers of meaning, although we are fallen creatures in which that meaning has become awfully distorted. But the fall of us is the token of our providence. Even in our fallen state we preserve the mark of high origin and we are still capable of a higher life and of a knowledge that rises above the meaningless world of materialistic possessions.
The sustainability of bliss begins by eating from the tree of life and from the ignorance in good and evil, but we feed ourselves from the tree of knowledge, while living by the distinction between good and evil and transfer that knowledge towards our destiny, which appears when we give up the ghost. At this point, hopefully we have already passed through the acuteness and division of consciousness, through freedom and with knowledge of what is good and what is evil. Heaven is a place that signifies a new wholeness and completeness after the division and disruption of human nature. There is still an inkling of trouble with this scenario because Heaven still correlates with hell. What is to be done with evil? How can we enjoy bliss if there still exists torment in hell for the wicked? This would mean that evil is never conquered, but instead has a kingdom of its own. The only way to solve this problem is by looking no farther than the mystery of the Cross. In order for evil to be conquered the Good must crucify themselves. We must come together and further a creative regeneration of those who are wicked. If we do not welcome a renewal of the wicked and believe in a wholesome forgiveness of their actions then bliss becomes blame and evil wins the game.
You see we are fallen and sinful creatures, ripped in half. We long for wholeness and salvation. At our core we are creative beings called to continue the work of building the world and endowed with the purpose of a gift from above. We as man, hold the answer to everything, we are the light in which all the answers we seek, rest. We are nothing without creativity. Without imagination we have no spirit or moral compass. There is such a thing as bliss but we must be careful not to wander through the wicked mist and fall into the moral abyss as we search our soul over for eternal happiness. And so it begins, the wilderness within.
Robert Randolph & The Family Band / Going In The Right Direction