So nice to hear from you.
THIS is. Bamboo wind chime pulsing muted tone, over over over. stop. Stillness.Does any name, like ‘awareness’, accurately describe THIS, WHAT IS?
What if we called it rhinoceros? Would it change anything to THIS? You give it your own name!
'Awareness' is used as… a radio tower receiving signals from 'what is.' This, what is, = the tower, the signal, the translator of the message. Don't forget that damned translator! The self. "I" thinks it is storing incoming data in files, neatly labeled good, bad, sexy, gory, beautiful, horrific. But the I just each thought. Then thought thinks it can control the data, switch labels, change it up for the benefit of the self. Alas, all just thought. Taking it'self' so seriously!
Thought, believing itself! Can thought think? Can thought know? Can thought understand anything?
"I' don't 'think' so :-)
Can thought understand that there is no self? Does the self know when it is dead, merely and illusion, never existed?
The absenting of self is revealed in the shifting to THIS. Presence. Being.
Walking to garage, popping hood, attaching battery charger, thoughts rise… 'Take it to garage for new battery now, or wait til morning?' Back and forth. Thought 'thinks' it has used logic to come to a conclusion — just another thought. What is happening is simply happening. Thought-ing, charge-ing, car starting, rain-ing, walk-ing into house, sit-ing, type-ing, scratching beard, THIS-ing.
No controller. No decision maker. How? Why? is it all happening?
Just another accumulation of thought, excellent example of thought operating on the world 'out there.'
Meanwhile, back at the ranch... muggy, splashing water, garbage truck groaning and hissing brakes screeching backing-up beeping, walking to AC, turning to Cool, ahhhh-ing. no problems.
Identification = self. Self IS identification. Just thought rising in the form of a new label. Oh goodie! I'm one with the cardinal! I'm the universe!‘what am I, then?’ Where does the need for identification come from?
Dan, awareness, receiver, witness, rhinoceros - mind games. Even 'presence.' Word is the net, the sieve, the catcher's mitt of the self.Right! No description applies. As soon as we use words, we lie a little …
The WHAT IS is change. The belief never changes, all belief is the same - thought. Thought cannot enter the WHAT IS. When it does… it just can't, like oil and water. Thought, belief, is rigid, unbending, final, cast in bronze - thoughts rise in different clothes, but remain thought.Does WHAT IS change whether there is a belief or not?
No life in thought. Outside the screen door stillness after rain, motion-less, muted, cardinal singing - thought rises, identifies the sound, ok, relativity, thought disappears no longer needed, not relied upon to witness the mystery of THAT sound-ing.
What is it that greets the thought, checks it out, then drops it? Does not BELIEVE in it, that the cardinal is a separate thing out there? A pure 'seeing' that it is only thought, or just another thought?
There is a seeing that the word is not the thing. An actual 'understanding' or truth is witnessing that the label is not the sound. It cuts to the bone, of this moment as 'I'.
Of course, this is just another thought! It loops. It loves to loop. But IT…
Once again, what is looking? Whenever something starts looking the other side of the coin is the looker and the whole coin is the future projected from the past. Dan here, universe there the whole coin is just thought. When that is dropped, THAT IS. Unknown. That is-ing.What reality of Dan here? What reality of the universe there? Do you look to thought or experience to call these reality?
My experience, now, this universe 'ends' where sight/seeing ends, ends where hearing ends, ends where feeling/touching/tasting ends, IS where sight-ing, see-ing, hear-ing is. When thought arises, shoooooooop! another dimension. Two. The fog.
There is loop-ing; shoooooop-ing and Is-ing. When the shooooooop stops, there is boundless mystery, there is unknown territory that can never be known, for when it is, guess what happens…
Quiet thrilling. A quiet scary thrilling. IT is create-ing in the now, disappear-ing in the now, no past, no future, they simply DO NOT EXIST HERE NOW.