There’s no one standing in the rain shouting for the rain to stop. It’s just raining.
Exactly! Let this sink in.
Look at this again and again that there is no one standing in the rain shouting for the rain to stop.
How does it FEEL to see this?
Yesterday the state of depression for lack of a better word settled in. The body felt tired, dull with some dizziness. Writing about this has become more involved as so much of what would normally be written or said, now seems untrue. So the writing starts and stops, redo, and redo. But having relayed that, there is also a release felt, a corresponding lightness that alternates with that dampened state. It’s not up to Stella/me to figure out how the world works because there is no Stella/me. There’s no need to figure it all out to go forward. There is no forward. There is just this.
Addendum: part of the dampened feeling had to do with “I won’t be able to do the things I love any more. I won’t be able to read, to meet with people, do this, do that....” because of some of the looking shared below an understanding/recognition that these thoughts are untrue. What will happen will happen just without a sense of Stella/me and the pain that goes with her trying to manage the world by herself. Again remnants of a fading belief.
“Just recognition of all that has been considered “me” doesn’t really exist unless I conjure it up and think about it all.”
“unless I conjure it up” – WHAT is it exactly that is conjuring up the me?
Is there a conjure-ER?
This is one of those examples of the normal way of relating being untruth. There seems to be layers of understanding to this no me/I. Maybe not but it feels like that. Even the thought that Stella is conjuring up those thoughts is a thought in itself and just happening. There’s no choosing by her to “now to not think”. That’s just happening too.
It’s so very amazing to look at how deep this belief in thinking as the way to freedom is. In the belief in this separate “person” striving to achieve something. The depression and perhaps even the lightness just spoken of are remnants of that fading belief in Stella.
This morning I looked out on the middle of town and saw everything unfolding. Just unfolding. I drove by two young men beginning to do some work with a tractor and thoughts rose about who they were, what they were doing, why he had that smile on his face, was he limping.... and knew they were thoughts just floating by. It all happened in an instant. That recognition just happened too. And just now, that those “people” were just thoughts floating by as well.
And yes, when looking, just looking, there’s no I/me to try and control thoughts.
And when not looking, is there a me/Stella?
Good question. Me/Stella is only a thought/belief that sometimes happens. Sometimes not. Sometimes my looking sees it and sometimes it doesn’t but it is not real. It just happens like other thoughts. Perhaps one day it will not happen anymore but that would be guessing and against the rules. :-)
This is probably the most revealing looking yet. It feels like a release, deeper release of responsibility to “do” or “become”. There’s no one to make a mistake or do good. To get it or not get it. There’s just this, happening as it does. The real difference is before when it happened, it was seen as a strong, truthful belief thought and now when it happens it is a fading belief/thought. Don’t know if it makes any sense or not to you but there’s no one deciding to think different thoughts or now to look left instead of right....there’s only what is happening and that’s all that is truly known. It’s all in the seeing, the looking in the moment. If there is going to be a change, it will be the looking in the moment that will precipitate it. Not sure where that last sentence came from but it feels so true, it will stay for now.