so, there is no owner proclaimed by the sensation itself.
what else is there to proclaim an owner?
Take a look and tell me.
thought can be found. 🎺
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I think it's best to come back to this.
There is a whole going on. I've written a bunch and it feels like it helped.
You don't have to read it, if there's no new answer I'll just come back to your questions when it's all a little settled, yeah? :)
Wishing you a beautiful day Becc!:)
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I'll just try to write out what comes. It feels so unorganized and exploded here. I notice that writing what comes up really helps. I hope you don't mind, it's still trying my best.
part of me just wants to come crawling here for comfort.
I'm not sure if I am capable of answering, of going that step.
it feels like there's something solid and and "roughed up" / "sore" / "used". there's "feeling" in it.
mental image is like a meteorite, burned up with patches of red hot glow still glimming from atmospheric entry.
for some reason (or maybe no reason?)
it is like that is... not on board with going the last mile. step.
like that sensation could prevent it.
yesterday I got to talk vince's ear off.
Can I take a moment to just talk about that?
of course I'm just going to go ahead, but it feels less rude asking first (◡ ‿ ◡ ✿)
I really want to see if I still know what that entire thing was...
It ties back to that "worn" sensation.
we talked about keeping one finger on the "safety line".
About it being an pointless game trying to figure out if you're in "reality" or in a "dream", for you cannot know.
so, that safety line itself can only ever be futile. there can't be anything on the other hand.
Just "addiction to the next moment" or "imagining there's something else".
and that this sort of is a divided state really. it's not fully, wholeheartedly being.
this safety line or "monitoring where you are" is still a form of holding back. of being in "two places".
which is itself of course an illusion, but descriptive of this monitoring movement.
Of this safety line, of this holding back, of this "keeping track where you are".
That can be found here, right now. With that sensation of the worn down meteorite.
Also the trumped-practice comes as such immense aid here. astonishing.
it's like the impossible is possible by not arguing with thoughts.
an attitude corresponding to "owner" can be found.
very subtle. <-- wait, can that be true? that seems like a thought. a story.
yeah. it seems like there's this tiniest movement of "reflection" happening:
keeping track of what is, asserting what is, how it relates to "me".