That “oh well” is still a thought - the seeker identity trying to sneak back in.Right now, without the commentary — is there any difference between this ordinary moment and the “awakening” you hoped for?I am not sure about how to answer this...This is here; bright, clear, unfolding without thoughts. The awakening I thought might happen would include fantastical visions of past lives and lots of crying with joy. This is pretty nice though. Oh well.
It’s not neutral. It’s resignation with a subtle trace of lack. Catch it.
Without referencing thought, without referencing memory, without imagining a next step, is there anything you are missing?
Not “what do you think.”
Not “what should be here, but it’s OK.”
What’s actually here, when you don’t touch a single thought about it?
Just for a second, don’t explain. Look.
In DE it is only me
Beautiful — you’re not imagining this. You’re seeing through it. But I want to flag something subtle.If I follow my looking into thoughts and where they came from I end up with "I just AM. This."
“I just AM. This.”?
That quiet presence? It’s tempting to stop there — to rest in the warmth of “I AM.” But even that is just another shape, another flicker inside what’s already whole.
Try this:
When “I AM” shows up, ask:
Can it stay without being watched?
What happens if you stop touching it completely?
Without the thought “I AM,” what’s here?
Don’t land on a new concept. Don’t answer it — look. Over and over.
This isn't about arriving at “being.” It’s about seeing that even that arises in what can’t be held.
Keep going.
There is no 'over there' in my direct experience, only here
It is all the same and appears here.
That “how sad” is important. It reveals something:There are only sensations and thoughts here. There is no other direct experience. No friend. No cat HoneyBee. How sad.
There’s still a subtle idea of a “you” left alone, having to face this raw, impersonal mystery without the warmth of “others.” It shows that the mind has quickly tried to make a story out of this clarity — and it’s a story of isolation (solipsism).
But here’s the thing:
1. You’re not alone. There just never was a separate “you” or “YOU” to begin with.
And never a separate “other” either, never a them to be apart from.
You don’t lose the cat. You don’t lose friends.
You just lose the belief that there’s a “you” here and a “them” over there.
So let’s go back to direct experience — right now:
When you hear a cat purring or feel its fur, is there truly two?
Or is it just one seamless event — sound, warmth, sensation, story — arising with no center?
What’s left is closer than closeness. Nothing’s missing. Nothing ever was.
It’s not “you” seeing clearly now.
It’s just clarity — happening, whole.
The sense of another was always part of the play — but never a separate entity.
It’s still here. Everything is. It’s just not divided anymore.
Drop the thought of being “the last one left.”
There never was one to begin with.
You didn’t lose anything. You just stopped imagining separation.
2. Where exactly is “here”?
Is “here” a location?
Is it in the body? Behind the eyes? Somewhere inside the chest?
Or is “here” just a thought, floating inside what’s appearing?
Without calling it anything — without touching a single thought — what’s really here?
If “here” has no center (just a word), and “others” are only ever arising within this —
then where could separation exist?
This isn’t solipsism.
Sit with this. But don’t analyze it.
Just look. Let it undo the last threads.
Love
Rali

