Space X founder, Elon Musk intends to drill under Los Angeles to create an underground freeway. Or something like that.
And he is using a machine named Godot which started drilling on Friday. No more waiting for Godot. Godot is here.
And The Void.
From ‘Standing Alone At The Edge Of The Void’. But you are never alone.
It is not so much us, waiting for Godot. It is God who waits for us with infinite patience. And we don’t have to wait as God is everywhere and now here, baby.
‘The Void is the terrifying sense of irremediable desolation that occurs for all of us from time to time in life. Sometimes it is triggered by a crisis or loss. Sometimes it happens for no apparent reason. It can vanish as mysteriously as it arrives. The Void confronts us with a stubborn silence beyond our ability to escape or interrupt it. This Dark Night of encircling gloom is felt only as emptiness, vacancy, a wilderness with no oasis. No amount of self-esteem can over-ride or evade it. It is a condition beyond conditions.
At the deepest level the Void is a terror, a fear of abandonment by every spiritual support. If prayer works, it is not the Void. If activities work, it is not the Void. If anything works, it is not the Void. The terror in this spiritual panic attack is that nothing works to save us from the vacuum into which we have been thrown. The experience of the Void means no foothold, no handle on things, no end in sight, no light at the end of the tunnel. It is not quite adequately described as aloneness, loneliness, emptiness, forsakenness, abandonment, desperation, isolation, or even despair. It is all of these at once!
The Void is the Shadow of the mind. It is the hidden unreliable side of our functional ego. To say that “nothing works” in the Void means that the mind, no matter how intelligent or functional, goes bankrupt when the chips are truly down. Its half measures avail nothing in the face of the true terror.
The Void is the Sherlock Holmes who exposes the ego as the Great Pretender.
In the Void, we cannot defend ourselves as we always have. What a paralyzing experience for the ego, with its all its clever ruses, its trusty bag of tricks, its stratagems to maintain control, its belief it is entitled not to have things like this happen! Now it is ambushed by a seditious and invisible militia. The ego is confronting its actual condition in the adult world: It has no real ground on which to stand securely. It is No-Thing. This is, paradoxically, the true meaning both of psychological panic and of spiritual awakening to egolessness. The panic about the Void dramatizes the inadequacy of ego and the spiritual destiny of ego to go beyond its power games and face its utter fragility. Such egolessness is a liberation into the larger truth about who we are.
From earliest life, the prospect of being dropped may have filled us with terror. This is just such a drop from invisible arms. To go into such a free-fall space feels like annihilation — becoming nothing. In the direct encounter with remedyless and solutionless aloneness, we realize that every clever charm, every gesture, every source of ready consolation has fallen flat. We are being given a direct, unblurred vision of our ultimate condition with a simultaneous crash of the means we ever employed to avoid it. Our usual condition is to find that things work, that the world we built for ourselves houses us well. Now we find that there is another side: darker, more frightening, merciless, totally adamant against seduction or cajoling. It allows no loopholes. It is not fooled by our coquettishness.
The habits, bulwarks, dramas, relationships, addictions, and people that we gathered around us helped us stave off this ultimate moment of truth. They joined us in the game of avoidance of the Void, avoidance of full surrender of ego. But, all that is really collapsing here is the illusion of security. Only illusion can collapse. Our shell, our armor is being dismantled. Our true inner Self remains. In the terror of this moment, such a realization may not be a comfort. Our main fear may be not being able to die then and there!’
Earlier today, I had to acquire infinite patience waiting in a long queue for entrance to the Reigate Caves, which were holding an Open Day, and I went Underground. The numbers were unprecedented.
A few months ago, I showed pics of the Pyramid Mine which the Caves go under.
To say they are weird and wonderful is an understatement.
First of all, I was part of a group which was given a tour of Tunnel Rd West. And I maybe being unfair to the tour guide but he was boring company. If you want to know all about sand silica, he’s your man but each to their own, I suppose.
The tunnels and caves in the West are about 20 – 30 ft underground and part of them lie directly under Lloyds Bank. And are purely just what they say on the tin. The Caves were used as shelter in air raids in World War 2.
The tour took about an hour and afterwards, I crossed over to the Tunnel Rd East which is only slightly below ground level.
The caves on this side were used extensively in WW2 as well and the individual cave rooms are decorated with items from this period.
So far interesting enough but ‘Where’s The Beef’ as far as Merovee is concerned.
On the East side there is a section devoted to The Cold War. And as far as I’m concerned this is where it goes from ‘Quite Interesting’ to ‘Very Interesting’.
Because the area implies that a real Cold War occurred. There are no signs saying this is fictional.
And Radiation meters were used to measure radiation so the council knew where the safe and no go areas were. And that individuals weren’t overexposed to radiation.
Memories. And I notice that ‘Memories’ from Cats has now become ‘Memory’. And so it goes.
After I finished my visit to the caves, I walked up the High Street and for the second time during the day, I was confronted with a T Shirt which read ‘Get ready to ride the wave’.
What’s New, Pussycat.