Yes, exactly — noticing this loop is the seeing.I think I’ve fallen into the trap of trying to drop things and am driving myself a wee bit crazy. I keep thinking of common stories that go around my mind and then focusing on the sensations and getting more and more irritated that it’s not “working.” I’ve started “doing” rather than “letting.” And doing implies a doer, a discrete being who chooses and works at this process in search of “success.” And the doer stands directly in the way of the possibility of letting go. The doer reinforces the sense of a self and the sense of ownership of stories.
The moment "doing" appears, the doer "sneaks in" too — and now we’re not just experiencing, we’re trying to manage experience.
But look closely:
Is anything actually being done by a "someone"?
Or is all of it — thoughts, stories, tension, even the attempt to let go — simply happening?
There’s nothing wrong with any of it — not even with the trying. It’s just what’s appearing. It doesn’t need to be dropped. Just seen. It's the story self-organising. You don’t need to succeed. You don’t even need to let go.
You already don’t own the stories. They’re just visiting. And that’s enough.
Notice resistance and/or fear as they appear – don’t go looking for them – they are the red flashing light that noticing what’s real must happen. There is nothing to be fixed, just to be noticed and released WHEN it happens :). That’s what flow is about. Otherwise it becomes a self improvement project - all done to benefit what/whom? ;)
Yes… it can feel like the stories are the glue holding the dust-body together.The stories feel like the only thing keeping this dust-body-thing up. Like they’re some sort of dust-glue holding the sense of self together. Who expended all that energy trying to protect a non-self from another non-self? Who has all of these elaborate and draining routines of maintaining contact and connection with others? When the stories are seen through, it’s a relief but there’s also a sense of… what’s left if those are gone?
But notice: when the glue dissolves — does the body fall apart? Or is something simpler revealed?
If the stories aren't holding “you” together, then what’s actually here, without them?
Not a vacuum. Not a hole. But life — unfiltered, unstructured, unclaimed.
What if what’s left isn't nothing — but everything?
And the "effort" of holding the self together — maintaining roles, impressions, connection — was just resistance to the simplicity already here?
This isn't the loss of something real. It’s the end of unnecessary pretending. I know the Christmas analogy did not apply to you, but you get the gist. It’s always been just life/just this expressing itself, so nothing real to be missed.
Yes — it's all just this.Except I’m also writing this and attempting to do some work which involves reading and writing and thinking and evaluating and comparing. The thoughts and concepts are being worked on and happening. How do these fit into DE? It feels like more than sensation. Are thoughts of this nature a sensation?
No need to divide it into sensation, sound, colour, taste, smell, meaning. We’ve seen already that they are not separate but artificially isolated by labels. No special lanes for thoughts, or colours, or sensations – there are just aspects of this – different shape in the lava lamp but still the wax. They are like the peaks and troughs in the intensity of feeling, or like the different nuances in colour – it’s all the lava lamp with meaning attached. That’s how it is - perfect already.
There’s no need to label or categorise. Just this seamless, alive happening — not from a self, not for a self — just life, already whole.
Thoughts are part of this too. Their presence is direct experience — the content may be a story, but the thought appearing is DE, like a sound or colour.
There’s no issue with thought itself — unless it turns inward and starts spinning about itself. Thoughts about thoughts about thoughts… that’s when things can feel tangled or overwhelming.
But when thought simply reports, responds, names gently — there’s flow. No separation.
Before the sorting, before the need to understand and categorise — what’s left?
Just this. Effortless. Inseparable. Already whole.
Love
Rali

