Get Hung Up!

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The Doorway – a solid, self-supporting structure between two places on which usually hangs a door.

It seems like a wonderful metaphorical beast for consciousness with its 2 ‘legs’ as struts and a lintel (head) above.

It’s neither ‘in’ nor ‘out’ (inner and outer disappear) and a doorway pretty much has the same form whatever size or type of building it graces.

It ‘holds the space’ but doesn’t limit what it leads to…



Until coming to write this, I thought the doorway was all that was needed for the metaphor to be complete. And I thought of us, you and me, as walking doorways. Wherever we went there consciousness was. We were humanly ‘Being’ a space through which life passed. All we had to do was let go and be the doorway…

It prompted a lovely ‘aha’ and this poem after a Biodanza weekend when I saw how we might be doorways for each other. Doors? Who needs them unless you’re carrying such a fragile ego you’ve got to have one to keep the demons out.

But I had only understood one part of the metaphor…

Although a doorway fulfils a very important function. It exists to hang a door on! Doors ARE necessary…

A door without a doorway to hang itself on is incomplete and purposeless. Likewise, a doorway without a door offers no protection to those within, or the lure of the unknown to those without…

This door in this metaphor is the thing most traditions have to taught us look at and blanch with shame or wish it away. It goes by the name of ‘sinner’, ‘ego’, ‘jumped up little twat’ and a million others mainly interpreted by the mind as ‘bad’. Other philosophies and self-development gurus urge us to polish our handles proudly and - never satisfied - we repaint and recreate our doors in new gaudy colours which might at last feel like ‘the real me’…

This is the crazy game of getting hung up on nothing, instead of getting hung up on clear, unequivocal consciousness. It’s waiting for you now, waiting for this door called ‘you’, irrespective of its looks or condition!

Even tents have doors we can tie back or close!

Even tents have doors we can tie back or close!

This door is an essential element of the whole. It’s what gives you access to inside and outside, the sheep its sheepness, the willow its willowness. It belongs to no one else but ‘you’. It’s what no one ‘else’ can be - utterly distinctive you. And ‘as us’ we appear to have the freedom to let people, things, thoughts, emotions enter or not into ‘our world’ beyond. Whether we actually have this choice is for you to muse on…

What to call this ‘door’ of me? Identity and ego have a solitary and loaded feel to them. Entity - like one of Tolkien’s tree-like ents - sounds more physical, more wholesome. And ‘entity’, bizarrely is a prefix which has roots in the word different and yet is also called an ‘inseparable verb prefix’. Ent-rance, ent-ire, ent-asis. We are all individual (which comes from the root ‘undivided’) entities, inextricably entangled and entwined!

Doors won’t hang on doors… I’ve spent much of my life to-date trying to hang my door on the door of another guru, philosophy or belief system - unsuccessfully of course. I’ve secretly hoped ‘my door’ might disintegrate during a process of awakening, or find itself miraculously ever open through attaching itself or absorbing itself into the substance of someone else’s teaching. The doors floored me.

But until the fundamental error of perception, I’ve come up against something hard which doesn’t exactly match who I am. How could it! The doorway of consciousness, however, has the perfect dimensions to hang my door on it with ease. And when I’m hung up on that, there’s no problem. I find myself open to the ideas of others who bring treasures and free to close the door to those I fear might rob me of them. And in the loveliest way, I discover ‘my’ doorway is pretty much the same as everyone else’s. It’s as if the treasure received can be used and tempered by me and adds strength to the doorway on which my ‘door’ hangs.


This door called ‘me’ and ‘you’ rises up from inviolate, strong foundations of Being. It is the antithesis of ‘ego’ which would make us into something which we trip over. Aligned with the doorway which is integral to the function of the door, we can hang and fulfil our purpose, swinging to the rhythms of love which secure and free us simultaneously.
— Pearl's Pearl

If we consider ourselves as a door without a purpose or am afraid to say ‘this is me’ - as I did, and still do (!) - it’s easy to find ourselves trampled on and ‘all over the place’.

How do we get truly hung up? May be by getting hitched!

‘Real love is the end of separate thoughts, separate agendas, separate walls. It has one thought, one agenda, one will, one love for all beings. But none of this will mean anything to you until you learn to love one person as you love yourself. For most of you, this is the doorway you will open to divine bliss.’ - Paul Ferrini, ‘I am the door’

It’s time to jump across the hearth carried in the arms of the bridegroom! What? There’s three in this marriage? Oh yes…

P.S. Particularly, but not exclusively, for those who are supported by their Christian faith, Paul Ferrini’s book ‘I am the door’ quoted above expands on this metaphor in depth. The back cover reads, ‘When you have the courage to approach the wall of your fear, it turns into a doorway. Come through this door. I am waiting for you on the other side.’