Forgetfulness in the face of Truth

[ys]

How does one muster the consistency, not only to remember what one learns, but to practice those lessons actively and intently daily?

For some strange unknown reason today after being quite intently glued to my practices in times of 'free time' for the past several days, (I don't work on anything currently except myself and have sort of a regimen of shit I do daily to ensure that my mind stays sharp.) I experienced some sort of, "well, what's the point" feeling of disheartenedness or lack of inspiration, breeding inertia...why does this happen? What is this loss of momentum and how can it be transcended/worked through?

I have a rough idea of what's going on within my own self but I would like to hear the nexian perspectives and experiences, to perhaps shed novel shades of light on a very real and human phenomenon.

In addition, there seems to be something deeply important about the Essence of what it means to be Present, Here-Now-ness, in all of one's undertakings, in order to cultivate Attention, Discrimination, Acceptance, Patience, Flow, and Intent, which synergize one's consciousness with all realms. Any thoughts on how to assimilate this practice daily so it becomes effortlessly constant? Currently I try as much as possible to be very in touch with my thoughts, feelings, interactions with the world, and decipher what my perceptual organs are telling me from a state of detached Presence, to know thyself and thereby know better methods and models of integration of provisional information as well as High Truth into life.

Thank you for listening to my humble ramblings, hopefully pontification is provoked.

-ahuman

 

[Intezam]

we have an ̶u̶̶n̶̶o̶̶r̶̶t̶̶h̶̶o̶̶d̶̶o̶̶x̶ method that involves pure birds, grasses, trees, insects, walls, windows, roofs, air (wind), rain, dust, rust and dirt.....etc....to explain (how it came to) that would create unwanted, long-winded text wall alert-rectangles.

But the enjoyment of our mutual presence is such, that if the lowliest amongst us knew about such a fun thing, their would surely send their govt-murder-soldier-armies after us.

This has introduced dicipline on we without working on the self. It worked on us in such a way, with such overwhelming force that it is impossible to forget what we boils down-say to each our others: Love