Good evening Casey.
Good evening vince.
Another guide asks; "Can a thinker be found? Can thoughts themselves think?"
No, a thinker can not be found. The second question seems trickier. I imagine it is due to language. Within the matrix of concepts, yes, thoughts clearly can think. Peering in to the abyss though... Leaves me with ERROR/INVALID. Like asking "Does the wind think?"
I'm asking rhetorically. Some "deep abyss" it seems.
Yes, (the great mystery). Now this is an important (ha) portal.
Your story of the sequence, that started with Karate Kid, may be approximately accurate, but i expect that you can see that there were many conditions that contributed, that remain unknown ?
Practically infinite. Yes.
i would go as far as to say, that every story is incomplete. Can you grok this ?
I just learned a new word. Yes, I grok this.
So how are stories (thoughts) useful ?
As a means of communication. To communicate what though...
Is it essential that for a story to be useful, that it has to be believed ?
Are these two separate questions? Stories definitely do not have to be useful... I was going to say that they don't need to be believed, but it seems as though, at minimum, "I" must believe them.
Is it true, that ALL stories are ABOUT something ?
That is, they describe.
Thoughts seem obsessed with explaining and describing. (they then apply meaning) i imagine that this is a language thing, and a purpose of that is to communicate.
But a lot of the time we are communicating to ourselves (literally)
A story about an experience is communicated to (and incorporated into) a story of Self.
With a 'self story' that consists mainly of useful chapters, (all of the personal stuff is gone) there is no need for most of the 'self communication'. ...and that which does happen, is recognized. (hopefully)
I followed that. I feel as though I should have started this with what I'm about to write below.
[Inserted after the below: "I took this with me when I meditated..."]
(all of the personal stuff is gone)
This seems to be giving it the "movie" feeling. Going to the abyss, coming back, seeing that there is no "I" (in the sense that I've been conditioned) allowed "me" to drop... everything (not completely and magically so as of yet). All that story. Not who/what I am. Seeing this "truth" within myself and applying it to all... is weird.
It's almost as if... I'm having a conversation with myself! (Talking to "you". lol) Two "thoughts from the abyss" communicating through man mediums and the internet... heh.
Does it take an experiencer to experience the experienced ? (don't think the answer, look to the experiencing of the sensation of the bum (concept) meeting (concept) chair (concept).
With intense focus in this sensation, what exists experientially ?
I took this with me when I meditated this morning.
I felt the bum (concept) meeting (concept) floor (concept). What happened was "my" "bum" "quickly" "fused with" "my" "foot/ankle", which "moved up" "my" "legs", and the "meeting" "fused with" "my" "bum"...
What started to happen was there was no separation between the bum, the floor and the meeting. Then, there was some wind outside. There quickly became no ear, or listening or wind. It all just was. It wasn't "outside" or "inside" of "me". What was interesting was then someone started talking downstairs. At first I listened to it like I normally would, but then each word started getting broken up and seeing all of the different concepts around it. Then it became apparent that the speaking was the same as the wind.
I didn't sit very long because there was other stuff I needed to do but what I left with was that... "I" am just kind of riding this wave. It's funny because it's experienced like I'm doing something (at least... it used to be... more than it is now) but really... it's all just happening.
The parallel between the wind and the speaking was interesting. I want to compare the listening (concept) to the meeting (concept) in that it got "fused" (no lines separating). When the speaking came in, concepts and lines were all over the place (something about a "bag" and "getting" and...) But "really" it was just wind (but it wasn't. :P )
Anyhow, I didn't get up trying to be "connected to all" but... the day wasn't really exactly weird, but extending that "abyss of thoughts" from "myself" out to others ("their" thoughts) and "fusing" (no borders between) left me with... a great sense of calm.
It was (is) like watching a movie (and not).