Re: Unraveling
Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2023 5:46 pm
This morning I see it's all a phantom display. I lives in and only as an imaginary fabrication. We could go on for eons pointing a me to this or that experience, and a me could have different experiences based on those pointers. But it could be endless without the recognition of the root enthrallment of being the character whose inner world this is. All of it, aside from the bare sense experience, was/is a story, ceaselessly morphing phantom display. There was just a glimpse of all this from the outside.
The habituated story was "I am thinking. My mind is too active. I'm not getting this right. I get lost in thought. I am caught because of past trauma that led me to retreat into a world of my own making. Now I must go into direct experience to work my way out of this dilemma. I'm being pointed out of this fixation."
With the realization of it being a "phantom display", the game is recognized. It was all imagination. When a pointer would come, it was merely being taken into, fitted into the familiar landscape of the enchantment. I could see or sense there was enchantment and fixation and going in circles, I just never recognized it was all nothing BUT circling, all retreading the same ground inside the one and only bubble. Every turn was just another turn within the bubble. Every thought and all the inner experience had the same center of gravity.
I will redo the exercise. I think. I kind of just want to sit and cry.
The habituated story was "I am thinking. My mind is too active. I'm not getting this right. I get lost in thought. I am caught because of past trauma that led me to retreat into a world of my own making. Now I must go into direct experience to work my way out of this dilemma. I'm being pointed out of this fixation."
With the realization of it being a "phantom display", the game is recognized. It was all imagination. When a pointer would come, it was merely being taken into, fitted into the familiar landscape of the enchantment. I could see or sense there was enchantment and fixation and going in circles, I just never recognized it was all nothing BUT circling, all retreading the same ground inside the one and only bubble. Every turn was just another turn within the bubble. Every thought and all the inner experience had the same center of gravity.
I will redo the exercise. I think. I kind of just want to sit and cry.
