the long self-peeling process of unknowing what is untrue
Sometimes it feels like I put a hole in the untrue bucket and there is some flow out, but there is also a tap over the bucket that is filling at the same time. when i focus on the hole, it gets a bit bigger and the bucket gets emptier; when i don't, the tap just pores away and untruth level evens out, or even rises.
of course, that whole bucket story is an aspect of the tap... ha ha ha... but it feels like it points to lifeing at the moment.
anyway, "unknowing what is untrue" resonates.
what is untrue?
labels and stories about experience, including labels and stories about the experience of self. the former feels more accessible than the latter.
i read my sweet spot notes today...
o when the mind's chatter is seen as impersonal
o when its recognized that life doesn't require an overlay of labels and stories
o when labels and stories (and resistance and doubt) are seen as part of the texture of this moment
o when what's here is allowed to be here
o when experiencing is all there is-- no experiencer, no experience...
the first four, while not stable, feel accessible/"knowable" in some moments
the last one is something i have to think myself into... "the sense of experiencer can only be known through the experiencing of it and thus is yet another experience, both aspects of experiencing-- so there is only experiencing." my mind submits to the logic of this but it amounts to a belief... and as such is still part of the tap filling the bucket...
Truth is the one thing that is not a belief.
truth is what's here without the filter of labels and stories. Seeing labels and stories as just that, labels and stories overlaid on (or rather part of) lifeing, reveals the "isness" of the moment. that "isness" is truth.