Hi Kay
Sorry this has taken so long to reach you. The stinking cold of my last post was actually more of a horrible lurgy-thing and knocked me out for a few days.
Well, we have come to the end of our exploration! It has been such a wonderful journey with you to the gateless gate, I have loved every step of the way.
Kay, so have I. Absolutely. It’s bittersweet that we’re done here!
Just a few more questions to ensure that I have covered everything and that my pointing has been clear, would you be so kind as to answer the following questions with some detail please, and answer what's true for you rather than any sort of 'ideal' answer. Also please provide examples where asked.
1) Is there a separate entity 'self', 'me' 'I', at all, anywhere, in any way, shape or form?
Was there ever?
No, there’s no separate self nor has there ever been one.
2) Explain in detail what the illusion of separate self is, when it starts and how it works from your own experience. Describe it fully as you see it now.
It’s a thought construct. At its centre is the ego self, the ‘I’ thought, which is surrounded by a supporting structure of other thoughts that serve to create a boundaried story about a person: ‘Me’. But although they’re just thoughts that aren’t tangible or real, they coalesce into a compelling illusion that almost always remains unidentified and unchallenged—unless the desire for truth persists so strongly that the illusion is properly interrogated, as we’ve done here.
Among the qualities of this thought structure are beliefs about linear time and three-dimensional space. With the belief in time comes ‘memories’ and within those memories are stories about successes, failures, inhibitions, morals, the behaviour of others and countless other concepts that cluster around the central ‘I’ thought and come to define the Self as it’s commonly understood.
The belief in three-dimensional space supports an illusion of personal (and other) physicality as a unique, self-contained phenomenon rather than a thought construct derived from actual experience.
Language also plays a major role in sustaining the illusion; words are manifestations of concepts, among which are concepts of time and space, and they can regress infinitely into associations that collectively construct such a complex, detailed case for the existence of reality as it is conventionally understood that it makes it hard to deny.
How did it work from my own experience? There’s a long book there, but I’ll just summarise some of the dominant problematic aspects.
For me, the journey from believing in / ‘being’ a separate self to where I am now was complex and circuitous. Like everyone, I had been fully immersed in the illusion from early life onward, and the wholesale acceptance of it everywhere served to perpetuate it—because, why question something literally everyone takes for granted. But various factors came into play as I entered adulthood that made it hard for me to fulfil what are, more-or-less, universal goals—certainly in the West, anyway: forming a ‘sense of self’ and establishing myself (individuating) as a unique, independent individual.
For many years I was often deeply troubled as I sought fruitlessly to achieve these goals, and all the time it was because, ironically, I was unwittingly at the mercy of the very ego structure I sought to find, define and become. The labels stuck to the ego thought said: I am worthless, I am scared, I am a failure, I am brilliant etc etc. These labels, today understood to be nothing more than thoughts with no intrinsic value, I believed were Me. They crippled me with expectation and held me firmly in illusions of the past. I would often feel as though my actions were being governed by an unseen third party, who was always just out of sight. It was like being constantly shouted down by a man who wasn’t there—which is, in fact, what it really was.
The way I see the separate self now is…well, I don’t really see it, because it’s not there! What I see / sense—is an empty space; a hole. It has no substance or defining qualities beyond itself, although looking at it often gives rise to other thoughts (feelings) of possibility / potential. What I know about ontology you could fit on the back of a postage stamp, but it’s enough to be aware that one of the basic ontological tests is to question the nature of holes. Basically, they do and don’t exist—which seems appropriate and is just fine with me.
Aside from seeing just space where ‘I’ might once have been, I see the surrounding structure—personal attributes, fears, hopes, memories etc—as individual printed pages in an old manuscript, that can be turned over and read / examined objectively and at leisure. Rather than the writing on those pages seeming to be instructions that must be obeyed, I see them for what they are: thought stories, and the ‘manuscript’ as a handy visual metaphor. Reference to these stories is not required to constitute a human being; life is happening anyway, is happening now and will happen without them. The present is what is, and it’s free and clear of imagined stories from an imagined past.
Thoughts / hopes / doubts / fears still arise like they did when the ‘I’ thought was still held to be a true separate self, but without the force, impact, power or believability they seemed to have before. It continues to become more natural with each day to look at these thoughts and see them for what they are—just thoughts—and not feel defined or limited by them or in thrall to them.
When does the illusion start? If I answer that question in post-enquiry, ‘Selfless’ terms, then there’s no past and thus no actual start of any illusion; there are just thought stories about childhood events. But if I answer it in terms of linear time, I’d guess that the illusion begins if not from the moment of birth then certainly in early infancy, when a baby is first able to function away from its mother—who has until then been its whole existence, its whole reality—and so perceive himself as ‘separate’ from her / that. I can’t imagine it starting earlier; I don’t believe a newborn has a cognitive grasp on anything beyond immediate needs for warmth and sustenance.
3) How does it feel to see this?
Surprisingly normal. Early in the enquiry I was disabused of the notion that a mothership was going to land in my back-garden bearing magic-bestowing news about the Amazing Illusion of Self. It didn’t, but the reality is hardly a disappointment. It feels normal because it *is* normal; any feeling of strangeness that may surround it arises not from the newly-seen nature of reality itself but from the fact that it is a totally different paradigm from what was formerly held to be true. It feels normal because, once seen, the evidence straightforwardly bears it out.
But at times it also feels lightweight and joyful, carefree, spacious and laugh-out-loud funny. It’s ordinary but, at the same time, extraordinary. It’s wonderful. It’s a load off, it’s freeing, it’s loving--it’s real, it’s alive with infinite possibility and interest. Sometimes it makes me laugh, other times my eyes edge with tears when I stop to think about it—these are non-verbal reactions to something ineffable, I can’t say specifically why they happen. But this all takes place within an overarching space of calm and peace; there is nothing overwrought or hysterical about it. It just feels right.
I have noticed that I no longer worry—about anything, really, at least not for more than a few minutes. Thought interprets actual experience as our everyday reality, and thought is insubstantial and evanescent. There’s no past, no future—they’re just thoughts, so what’s to worry about? Which isn’t to say that ambivalence or nihilism has taken hold; absolutely not, that couldn’t be further from the truth. It’s acceptance, not acquiescence, knowing that all is as it is and that ‘I’ am knowing, a quality of the endless, singular dynamic that is THIS. As I was assured from the start: nothing has changed. Everything’s as it was, it’s just how it’s seen to be that’s different.
What is the difference from before you started this dialogue? Please report from the past few days.
Before I started this dialogue I was still burdened by feelings of loss, regret and insecurity. I felt that I had squandered my potential and my opportunities, and that fate had to some extent treated me unfairly. I felt that my good times had all been had and I would just fade away quietly somewhere. I’d been attempting to move away from the past without success. Also, because I’d made an earlier, incomplete attempt at the Liberation Unleashed process, I felt ‘half-cooked’, ‘wishy-washy’ and tantalised. I was in limbo.
Now, I feel liberated by the fact that there is no past. I actually delight in it. I see existence through fresh eyes, fascinated by it as actual experience, and by me and others as manifestations of it. I’ve been variously ill, tired, happy and irritated over the last few days but, as has been the case for some time now, there’s been an automatic ‘instant oversight’ popping up to review the intellectual / emotional landscape and ‘empty out’ these stories of their apparent meaning and make sure they don’t loiter or clog up the river.
There was an instance when I was concerned about what my next job might be—then I brushed away the thought, because it was about the future and neither it nor the future were real, and there was no choice about what might happen in an imagined future anyway. Just keep living—that’s all that is required. An open mind and heart flow freely through the energetic dynamic that presents itself to itself as a noisy, smelly, tactile, colourful, multi-dimensional dream.
There’s so much more I could write about every aspect of these questions. These answers are far from definitive but – thankfully, you may say - I can’t go on forever. 😊
4) What was the last bit that pushed you over; made you look?
I’d been frustrated that I couldn’t get past thinking about the various ‘parts’ of AE as just that: interdependent though separate parts. I was really straining at the leash that day to figure out how such fundamentally different phenomena could be interdependent. Then I went to wash my face in the bathroom and it just clicked.
I’d been struggling to reconcile how these apparently totally different phenomena could communicate / connect with each other: sound, sensation, smell, colour, thought. In dualistic terms, they simply couldn’t—they were completely incongruent, they just didn't fit together. Then it hit me that they ‘connected’ precisely because they
weren’t separate parts of something larger; they were
literally the same thing, and it was only the interpretive quality of experience / thought that made it seem otherwise.
That revelation arrived all at once in a single hit. Once the interpretive aspect of thought / experience was uncovered, everything else fell immediately into place. Sorry for the clichés, but I remember it felt like the tumblers in a combination lock falling into place or three lemons going ‘click click click’ on a slot machine. It wasn’t so much that it ‘made me look’—more that it laid itself out in front of me like a new shirt on a bedspread. I just knew it was true.
The conclusions I’ve arrived at seem so utterly straightforward and matter-of-fact to me now and so thoroughly accepted that I have to remind myself that it’s really only a matter of weeks since I was grappling with arcane propositions and apparent conundrums that I struggled to understand. To say that the direct pointing method is deceptively simple is the understatement of the century. It’s so brilliant and clever and effective and it shunts a potentially intrusive and unhelpful ego self to one side so the webbed feet can paddle under the surface unimpeded and the work can get on with itself.
5) a) Describe decision, intention, free will, choice and control. What makes things happen? How does it work? Give examples from your own recent experiences to how things happen and how things work.
All of those descriptions are misleading: for there to be decision, intention, free will, choice etc there has to be a decider, an intender, an owner of a will. There is no such thing; that would be a separate self, and there isn’t one.
Choice, control: these are labels bestowed by thought upon thoughts about the self. Thoughts are neutral; they have no agency and can’t make decisions or effect control. In truth, things ‘just happen’ and thought interprets them in linear time as a flow of events; cause and effect, not decision and resolution. An analogy I used for this during the enquiry was that of a cloud ‘telling’ a raindrop to make a flower grow. The raindrop doesn’t decide to land on the flower. It just falls from the cloud to the earth and the flower grows.
An example from today. I was working at my desk. My mouth got dry. Without thought I reached for the water jug on my desk, poured a glass of water and drank it. No conscious decision was made, no control enacted—a need spontaneously arose and was spontaneously met.
I’m also reminded of the interaction between attendees on a meditation retreat I attended. Silence and non-interaction was observed for ten days while many of us shared the same living spaces and facilities. Without words or other communication we all automatically flowed around each other like water in these spaces, no one making decisions or controlling anything, but instinctively co-operating and taking the path of least resistance to achieve whatever had to be achieved. Life does what it needs to do; nature is expedient.
b) What are you responsible for? Give examples from your own recent experiences to how this works.
That’s a question requiring a two-tiered answer. The first tier is that the concept of responsibility is inherent in the concept of a separate self and dependent on the concepts of decision, choice, ownership and morality, all of which are just thoughts, so purely on that basis “I” am not responsible for anything.
But, because THIS manifests as the paradoxical thing we call everyday existence, the second tier answer is that I’m responsible for taking care of myself, other beings and the world at large. Why? Because it just comes naturally. Sure, there are beliefs and values around it in thought, but the impulse just asserts itself regardless.
Of course, both me and these apparently separate things are all qualities of the universal whole, whether one regards them holistically, or separately as mum, dad and next door’s cat. Whatever may be apparent does not change the fact of what actually is. So, I think it’s fine to say that, just as it was before I saw through the illusion of self, I’m responsible for sharing love, help, fun, support and truth as and when I can.
Recent examples? I helped my elderly mother with her chores. I listened at length to the boyfriend woes of a female friend and soundboarded for her so she could get some clarity. I was patient with an insecure person at work. Any number of things.
With regard specifically to this work we’ve done here, I’m responsible for sharing information about this process and these insights with people who are interested, but emphatically not for proselytising about it. Unless people are predisposed to hearing about iconoclastic information like this, I think it’s likely they could dismiss it as nonsense or bewildering arcana, and that would be a dreadful shame. I’m blessed to know curious and open-minded people though, so let’s see. I'm responsible for remembering that even though it's clear to me now, it's challenging and complicated-seeming to start with. A dear friend of mine is in fact already interested in finding more. She and I have already had a few conversations, and perhaps there's an opportunity for me to try to formalise an approach for passing on what I’ve seen.
6) Anything to add?
This has turned out to be an unimaginably important breakthrough, and I am fascinated to see how it will deepen and develop as more of the old habits and assumptions fall away over time.
Kay, for your tireless, exacting, focused guiding through this process I am, I simply cannot thank you enough. Time is illusory but it’s also the most valuable commodity we have here in the mundane realm; you gave your time and energy unstintingly for almost half a year to someone you’ve never met or spoken to, literally a world away, and that is extraordinary largesse and immeasurably touching. I’m so happy this has been fruitful—for us both.
For intermittent slackness and waywardness along the way, I apologise unreservedly and, although I felt like a naughty, dopey kid on more than one occasion, thank you for introducing the ‘Zen stick’ when it was needed 😊 I knew always it was purposeful and compassionate, even if it did sting a bit sometimes. And when it did sting, it made me realise: if I’m feeling hurt by it, then that’s the ‘I’ thought getting hurt, which means there’s still work to do. It got done.
Bless you Kay. Please feel free to keep in touch if you would like to.
As always:
Love and thanks
Glenn