Knowledge is Safe…and possibly going to kill us…

What? I thought knowledge was a good thing?

Ok let’s play with this word Knowledge. For the record, this isn’t scientific it’s simply a late night under the stars pondering the meaning of life and language.

The word Knowledge has been dancing around in my head and I notice that there are two words in that one big word.

KNOW and LEDGE.

Let that sink in….KNOW and LEDGE.

Huh..interesting.

The more I know the closer to the ledge I am…

What ledge? Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Ledges can go either way…ya know.

So how do we know ?

We know by experience, our past, the moments we’ve lived have shaped what we know , even our ability to know what we know has been shaped by education, parenting, current affairs, selfies, cell phones the Bee Gees, our entire world view is made up from our past and we love that.

How often do we stop to remember the past. A memory triggered by a sound, a smell, a word.

Sometimes this is a good thing, as in ….let’s not step in that cesspool again, that was nasty, and sometimes it’s because there was a feeling of safety, and yes, even if that safety was tainted with trauma and coping mechanisms, we made it safe.

So safe, in fact, that we’re prisoners of it. The notion of questioning our own institutions, our own beliefs about what is, is so frightening…That hanging around in the question of

WHAT IF? is so ugly, dark and uncomfortable, that we’d rather to stay in the suffering we know .

What happens when we jump off the ledge? What happens if you ask WHAT IF?

The stories in this book are from real people who asked that question, stayed with it long enough to have a new experience, build new neuro-pathways, new institutions and beliefs that came from a deeper, more meaningful place, which impacted them so deeply that they cannot return to the Known They must Dance in the Unknown… because that is where life happens….