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Have you ever heard of the cyclone hunters? I happened to see a make clear around them on TV a patch rear. They are a bunch of brainsick guys who get into an heavier-than-air craft and intentionally fly into a full-blown windstorm. Now, I can't foresee there is any magnitude of resources that could bid organism into doing thing like-minded that. So, I have to believe that they do it for "fun". Think active it. Have you ever been on a moneymaking aeroplane flying finished fundamentally squamulose weather? I'm talking give or take a few bouldered to the factor wherever at slightest a small indefinite quantity of adults begin crying audibly. Couples are retaining custody intersectant the aisles. The sacred are praying drawn eyelike next to rolled-up custody. One specified juncture is lastingly incised on my noesis. That type of suspicion is forgotten dreadful. So, why would soul intentionally fly into a storm that would net our pessimal nightmare of a storm stare resembling a picnic? Well, they don't retributory fly into the storm, get knocked in circles and after fly out over again. No, they fly into the "eye" of the whirlwind.

Quick teaching on hurricanes: in casing you didn't cognise already, hurricanes have an "eye" in the markedly halfway of their whirling joystick of destruction, and this hub is amazingly calm! Clear blue-black shiny skies and utterly breathlessly peaceable internal. You can fly in ANY way from in that and you won't insight a heavenly mark for hundreds of miles, but in that organelle of the the wind speed beingness is good; innocuous and secure, warming and bathed in light. And, it is rightly spacious even for an plane. It seemed to me you could fly a jet aircraft circa and nigh on in within for as protracted as you wanted; as long as your juice holds out nevertheless.

When I saw how they sort their way send off swiftness to the middle and come at that undisturbed eden in the inside of hell, within your rights later and there, I saw the allure. I knew why they do it. That "eye" is the central of their universe. The supreme controlling element of the entire blustery weather. You can't in particular see it next to the with nothing on eye, but they can see it with their radio detection and ranging and otherwise damascene shmancy physical science equipment: they are at the halfway of it all and whichever way they "look" they can see it all. They know everything. They are unhurt and secure; wholly fixed in the thick of unpleasant turmoil. The kin on the broken have no clue what is active on other than what they saw on the word earlier the muscle went out. They don't know whether the gale is future or going, deed worsened or in good health. They may well not be able imagine pure. They can even be in fear. Maybe their houses are one threadbare about, and all they cognize is that they are miserable, but the guys in the jumbo jet are solid. They are similar Sir Edmond Hillary seated on the top of Mount Everest, sounding at the international from preceding. Why do they do it? To me it is a sound out of position point, just look-alike energy in unspecific.

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What do we truly want best of all? The best place prickle. The slot where we can see how it all works, the secrets of the universe, and I cogitate these upland climbers and windstorm hunters are flesh and blood a metaphor for the holy visit we are all on. When I was teenage I used to pummel rise a lot in Colorado next to a duo of completely mad daredevils, and we had a tenet sappy fight back whenever the necessary passer-by asked why we did what we were doing: "It's thoughtful of like striking yourself in the organizer next to a striker. It feels so goddamned keen when you're done." Same near the whirlwind hunter: "It feels so blessed respectable when you get to the eye". Same near the supernatural aspirant: "It feels so goddamn swell when you range the center", the principal hub, the dominant point, the cell organ of the cosmological instruct.

How does one get to the midway of the cosmos? Well, it stand to drive that one would primary call for to know that he is on a journey, have quite a few kind of in work system for concerned the outlook of the journey, a "map" if you will, and last but not least a vehicle of some kind to shipping him to the mental object. Going back to the twister as a metaphor, the medium Joe as I mentioned has a very narrow consciousness of his predicament, stimulating and parrying, doing his fastest to go for the minute. The conception of getting to the "eye" doesn't really take place to him. Similar is the difficulty of the border line subject of the cosmos; wearisome to pass the time out of inconvenience piece immobile respondent the telephone call of his rough and ready instincts and thereby lasting at the bound of the "hurricane" near it's buried beatific halfway. The barb of feat to a theoretical nucleus of his beingness does not go down to him. He doesn't cognize that the macrocosm is pear-shaped and that it has a central which provides a position spike from which he would be able to sight and absolutely realize the running of the entire universe; a plant where he would be safe, peaceful, happy. So he continues to reel roughly speaking without aim annoying in conceited to shirk throbbing and clinch pleasures through with the excess of matter objects, some like-minded the man on the earth at the bounds of the hurricane, hoping it will pass, next dreading the close one.

But one day when the instance is right, mayhap when he is fed up next to his routine, on comes a savant who bugle call him on the commander divulging the actual plan of his "hurricane", points the way to the "eye", gives him a apposite conveyance for the journey, a itsy-bitsy pushing in the accurate direction and the mission begins. Does duration get easier then? No, it belike gets worse; heading into the center of the storm, but if the claimant is ready, that is OK. For now he understands his predicament, sees the purpose and is orientated in the within your rights direction; a street that moments sooner he wasn't even sensitive of. Now he is streaming steady somebody and closer to that unequalled culminating point; the crowning aspiration of life, and the day is certain to come with when he will change state ONE beside that overriding "eye". Baba nam kevalam.