Thank you for giving me an exercise to do many times over many days before responding.
What is it exactly that is choosing which hand to raise?
The hands are intently stared at in the moment of rest before one raises. Thoughts imagining one rising or the other sometimes come but are disregarded and the mind calms and I remember to rest and for one to raise. Nothing can be found behind one raising over the other.
Can you find a self/me or anything that is doing the choosing?
The lookings at the hands feels potent. Like 'this is it'. If the self/me/anything isn't going to show up now, it's not going to be found. So, no.
Is there a me/I controlling and moving the hand?
No thing like this.
Is there a ‘I’ controlling which hand to raise?
No, one hand simply raises following the rest.
Is there a controller? Where?
A controller would have to be found but nothing is found.
How is the decision made?
This is a good question. A hand raises as part of participation in this exercise. There is a wish to do the exercise. It happens and a hand raises. You could add stories, but they would be ideas.
Is the decision made by an I/self?
A decision happens in as much as one hand raises, but there are no component parts that would usually be considered part of decision making. Thoughts are disregarded and the raising follows from the hands being laid out and the rest.
Is there a decision maker? Where?
It's just a natural action. A decision maker is looked for but not located.
So, there is alive, and knowing, but no doer or chooser.
I do the above exercise and tend to get swept away in remembering that this alive now is arbitrary. The colour and shapes and sounds and patterns of life unfolding are all here and laid out. There was no course steered bringing to the here. No choice influenced who my parents were, family situation, experiences as they come.
So now there is knowing when thought is absent, there is knowing thought as thought only in the moment, and there is knowing that experience here is not chosen and not influenced by a chooser or doer.
The Longest Journey you will ever take is from your Head to your Heart. Sioux Indian