Hi Trisha!
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The story of "me’ can seem to have continuity. Is it really continuous? Or are there simply isolated thoughts that never can truly touch each other, some of them claiming that there's one continuous story?
It's not continuous. It's the effort to make it look continuous that is continuous (and so the story seems continuous). Constant effort, constant thoughts that are IMPORTANT to do do, do things. And not look. That's what happens.
As you move around in your normal activities, check and see if you can find a self or 'I' moving the body around. Walking, driving, typing, dressing yourself, etc. Is there a WHO living your life? Or are there just thoughts about everything, including a self, including an 'I' seeming to live your life? Big difference. Just look at the evidence. In your daily life, in all your actions, keep returning to this focus on the thoughts as you move around. Keep checking if there is something real, besides a thought, that owns and directs the body."
There's NEVER anyONE doing the moving. It's a constant barrage of disjointed thoughts. In quiet moments there is recognition that these thoughts just jerk around attention -- look here, look there, listen to this, listen to that, think about this, think about that. And that part is kind of funny, seeing it that way.
So the absence of ‘I’ is a something that can do noticing?
No, that doesn't sound right. Nobody is noticing but there is noticing?
When we look very closely and precisely we come to see that “me” thoughts only refer to other “me” thoughts, not to an actual abiding “me.”
Observe thoughts with precision; can you ever find a ‘I’ within the “I” thoughts and feelings, or just a sense of an 'I'?
There's the habit of "I". It's a lazy habit, and easy out. A convenient label for the thoughts. And then the label is assumed to be true.
How can something that doesn’t exist be an it?
And how can it do noticing?
Please describe in Direct Experience, seeing, hearing, touching, smelling or tasting.
The words are seen on this screen. The TV is heard in the background. The fingertips touching the keys on the keyboard. It's just there, moving and changing. Nobody is actually there to do anything, just like thoughts popping in for commentary.
Like the world doesn't work anything like I have assumed.
Lisa