As we enter the higher levels of consciousness, we leave the ego behind and that has two consequences…
Firstly, we go deeper into the true meaning of life; we let go of the obstacles that hold us back and begin to find our own personal truth and our own personal power.
Secondly, though, it’s the ego that works with words and thoughts and knowledge. (Personal power comes from wisdom, not knowledge). And so it becomes increasingly difficult to express the meaning of the higher levels of consciousness.
And because these levels can only be experienced, you will only receive my personal interpretation of my own experience of these levels.
With that said, let’s talk about neutrality… this is really the starting point for letting go of the ego. The ego loves good and bad, it loves right and wrong, and when we step into neutrality we say “maybe”.
Just think for a moment about ‘bad’ things that have happened in your life that actually turned out long-term to be exactly what you needed, and so you might be tempted to retroactively label them ‘good’. Or the converse, ‘good’ things turned ‘bad’.
You see, we can never know in the moment whether anything is good or bad. Our ego takes a best guess, but we are just not smart enough to run the full future of human existence and make a judgement. (It’s no accident that many religions ask us to suspend judgement, giving their God alone the true ability to judge).
Neutrality, when it comes down to it, is about letting go of the idea that we can know what’s going to happen in the future.
There’s a Chinese proverb that illustrates it beautifully:
There was a farmer whose horse ran away. His neighbours heard the news and said to him, “How unfortunate.” The farmer simply replied, “Maybe.”
A few weeks later the horse returned and brought a mate back with it. “How fortunate!” exclaimed the farmer’s neighbours. The farmer simply replied, “Maybe.”
The farmer’s son was taming the wild mare that had arrived and was thrown from its back, breaking his arm. “How unfortunate”, said the neighbours. The farmer replied, once again, “Maybe.”
The army came through the village conscripting all the healthy young men for a bloody war that was currently ongoing. The farmer’s son, with his broken arm, was not drafted. “How fortunate”, said the neighbours.
You already know the farmer’s response.