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goes on giving its opinion and advice, whether asked for or not. It is simply a habit, a habit of thousands of lives. So it takes a little time, Indradhanu, and a little patience, but you are going perfectly well. Just whenever the mind says, "Watch out!" tell him, "I am watching in, you watch out. I'm not watching television."
Don't take the mind in any way seriously about your interior experiences, about your trust with existence, about your love with each moment.
Little Hymie arrived home from school with two black eyes.
"Fighting again," said his mother. "Haven't I told you when you are angry to count to a hundred before you do anything?"
"Yes, I know," replied Hymie, "but the other boy's mother told him only to count to fifty."
Calculated steps won't work.
Life is not a calculation.
Mathematics is only a purely fictitious science, totally created by man's mind. It has nothing in the objective world. That's why it is perfect; only a fiction can be perfect.
Reality is always imperfect because reality is always growing, changing. Reality is always moving towards perfection but never becomes perfect, because to be perfect means nothing but ultimate death.
Just drop the habit. The mind will try in every way to keep its old control. But you are the real master, and however much the mind tries to control, it cannot succeed if you are determined to put it into its place as a servant. Your consciousness, you, are the master.
It is a struggle only in the beginning. Once the mind understands that you have started reclaiming your mastery, he becomes just like a dog wagging his tail, ready to follow your orders and never interfere in your work -- particularly in the work which is not his territory at all.
Mind cannot understand ecstasy, cannot understand trust, cannot understand moment-to-moment living, cannot understand the blissfulness that arises out of this living.
So it will be sheer stupidity, Indradhanu, to listen to the mind -- who is absolutely inadequate, incompetent as far as the inner world, your interiority, your subjectivity, is concerned. Your ecstasy is far beyond the reach
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