Hi, Paulo,
Thanks for what you shared :)
Have you seen through the illusion of self?
Respond as honestly as you can, and if there are any doubts at all just let me know and we can take a look at them.
Honestly: I don't know what seeing through the illusion means really. I'll just describe my experience. It's long to describe, but it happened in a few moments.
It wasn't easy to decide me to write the following. In order to understand my ambiguity, I will say that I feel like someone that has seen a ghost, and is questioning his own sanity. But I'll write it, as an experience, and because it is disturbing for me, for my Reason. And I have the feeling I am moving too fast.
After my previous post, a question appeared : What is it that organizes my movements, my activities, so they don't fall into a chaos? Because we don't stay passive all the day to perceive things, we do things, we organize ourselves and control our movements for different purposes, and there is some coordination principle, a coordination center(s).
At first I admitted I am the person that organizes and controls my everyday life – at least some fictive person, so I could do what I do in my life and at least don't hit against people in the streets. Then I tried to perceive the “Organizer” while-planning-an-event. I saw it as some sophisticated thought/personality, and the moment I saw it – the organization process in me stopped, stopped in the middle of what I was doing. I saw the Me-organizer that was planning things, but I knew it is not me; and he was like frozen at that moment. There was something else that controlled everything but on a higher level – the will to see. Then I saw/heard (as I was still motionless and distant, without ANY intention to move) other “me”: a reasonable one, a joking one, a sage one: all they knew what I have or must do, all they were giving me algorithms for my everyday tasks or telling me what's good for my survival. They wanted me to do different things and exit my immobility. But I saw them, one by one, and again they were not me, there was something else that were observing them. … Like I already described, yesterday. But now it was different, it was stronger.
I felt/knew this :What can not be seen but tries to see itself is indeed EVERYTHING.
I can not see the real seer because I am the real seer. But I am not “I” anymore. The ultimate "I" is not a particular person, human, animal, plant, etc.
There is One thing, that “threw” itself out, that is throwing itself out every second, so it could see what it is. But it sees only parts of itself. It is moved by an eternal striving for perceiving/knowing itself and is constrained by the impossiblity to see itself
completely. I can not express the feeling – it's like, realizing that, you want to cry and laugh at the same time.
For several moments I felt I am not confined in my body. That I was also all that was surrounding me and I was looking at me/it. My head was only a “base” for a new angle of perception. Do you know how you could see your own eye? Through its reflection in a mirror or through other eyes/objectives/lenses. The world is full of eyes, ears, sensual textures of any kind... on purpose. The living world is covered with sensitive tissues. Because it_wants_to_see_and_be_seen/experienced. It sees through so many eyes. And that “it” - It's me, it's you also. And the whole thing is not the true perceiver only, it is part of itself, the other part is the perceivable world. And it can expand itself but can not cut itself in two parts really.
Nev