Dear Nona,
I'm back from my retreat. There was plenty of walking done - in the rain, wind, and windows of sun - and occasions for reflection on your words.
quote="nonaparry"]Dear Harry,
As the mind begins to name and describe - focus on experience loses sharpness and fades.
"Yes. And check for the opposite; when focus on experience sharpens, what happens to naming and description?"
Naming and description 'switch off'. Focus on experience brings a sensation of ease. Even little niggles of pain become less.
All those activities of life proceed quite well in the absence of a "self". Alterations in activities come about without self - though there are times when 'willed' action intrudes and makes a decision. I assume this 'will' is mind.
"Slow it down, and Check carefully: is there an actual decision being made by
something in control of those activities? Or do the activities just happen, without a controlling decider, and mind attaches a thought "I did it"
after the fact?
Do you actually observe a decision being made? Or are you
assuming you are making decisions because you believe you are personally responsible for your actions?"
Nona, this is quite an exercise - it leaves me with wet eyes. I don't find a decision making entity, but have noted (by retracing the decision process) that the decision has a trigger 'thought' or 'mental image' in the early part of its history. I've not indentified the source of those triggers - I assume they too will have a precursor. It can take some effort in the unpicking of links, but at other times all can be revealed in a flash of understanding.
direct experience is not seamless; it is full of gaps and holes that thought plasters over with words.
That is most interesting. I've checked it and find it as you say.
"What
else are you believing that is not happening
in your direct experience?"
Hmm . . . not sure about the meaning of this. I doubt if anything is happening outside of experience - if we include thought as experience of mental activity. There is perception and experience of perception; mental events and perceptive experience of them. Self seems to emerge when all that is 'appropriated'.
In the writing, I was immersed in the experience of a growing story inhabited by developing characters.
"Great!! Do you see how Harry is
also a character in a story that is growing? Outside of a body, is Harry associated with anything "real-er" than are the characters in the novel? Check this closely!"
I do see this - I'm a character evolving. As characters develop in my writing I can become embarrased by how much they are aspects of myself. I sometimes have to make efforts to conceal the likeness. But where else could they come from, but from my inner world - insubstantial as that might be?
After three hours I was surprised at the swift passage of time. There was wordsmithing going on, brain was active, decisions and reversal of decisions were made - but no definite experience of self.
"Excellent. Please
notice how Life happens, including decisions happening,
without an I, without a wordsmith, without a decider, without an experiencer, without any of these jumping in to take over and orchestrate an event. No separate Harry is required for Life to simply happen as it does. Check it!"
I think what you describe, Nona, is the very act of creativity. It keeps occuring to me that 'self' is a hindrance to creativity. 'Self' is probably the source of 'writer's block'. I must get it out of the way.
After this morning's meditation I dashed down this:
Looking for Self
Buttocks press on the meditation stool.
Instruction: check posture.
Sensation: slight curvature at base of spine.
Automatic straightening for tension release.
The body lifts and ease follows.
Mind says: 'this experience is like a still pond,
A surface like glass – reflecting experience.'
Labelling arises: 'this is model making.'
Now the smooth pool ripples – with words.
Yet another image.
Who is the image-maker? Find him.
He is sensed, somewhere in the background to all this.
But there is nothing to grasp.
When I reach for him with mind – he disperses
like dye in water.
Thought: 'I could set this down in lines,
like a poem,
but will the poem be any good?'
The self is back – with his desire for acclaim.
Acclaim from where?
From other bundles of self-delusion?
Thought: 'no wonder there is pain.'
Reach out for the experiencer of pain before it evaporates
But it has gone – vanished when looked for.
Eyelids lift – there is the image of the Buddha.
Reflection: 'this search was his search.'
Below him sits Green Tara – she gazes back.
Her sympathy comes like the offering of a flower.
.........
Love from Harry