Was there a "last bit"?What was the last bit that pushed you over, made you look?
There seems many Epiphanies. Perhaps the biggest push was experiencing "No -Self" as I pointed at myself and could not find me, and then pointing out at objects and realizing this was IMPOSSIBLE! How could "Nothing" be pointing at "Something"? That experience of Form is Emptiness and Emptiness if Form. That was perhaps the profound push -over. I have deep gratitude for that. Thank-you.
Do you decide, intend, choose, control events in Life? Do you make anything happen? Give examples from your experience.
I cannot. There is what I think is "Choice," (i.e. choosing between drinking coffee or tea) but then I look for where that "Choice" comes from...there is no "where" it is coming from. It is just arising.
Another example,
I try to make a choice to be kind to others. But then I get impatient instead.
Then at other times, without making a "choice" to do so, I feel a great love and interconnectedness with them.
I try to make my life happy - but then obstacles arise, suffering arises and I become older.
I cannot make anything happen...Hmmmm. Maybe, I am stuck on this point?....I see there is choiceless movement. I see that it is all vibrations/sensations, I see that if there is nothing or Oneness - then "I" do not exist and "I" cannot make a choice, and there is nothing ("No thing") to make happen. I cannot make anything happen. Things just arise and pass away. Thoughts, sensations I like arise and pass away. Thoughts, sensations I have aversion to arise and pass away. Likewise neutral thoughts, sensations. All of "Life events" are just thoughts arising and passing away. I cannot make them happen or prevent them as I want to.
Every "Epiphany" is so profound that it seems "This is it!" But then that epiphany also passes. And again and again there must be Looking. Each time there is Looking, holes in the fabric of the Illusion of Self are made. Gaps, or Stillness in Oneness are experienced with greater frequency and intensity.Anything to add?
Last night I had a dream, another story, but it was profound. There was no me. Just awareness. And coming down an escalator was a girl. On her t-shirt was an Escher drawing of staircases (like I mentioned in a previous post) . And "I" was in that drawing experiencing it, walking the staircases. Only to pull back out of it and to look at it as a picture that was 2 dimensional. And then to see that the picture was only a small part of a whole "scene" or story, as I saw it on a t-shirt, on a girl, in a large shopping complex of many escalators and people. And then to realize it was a dream.
Thanks for all of this Smudge!
Phoenix

