Re: Who am I really?
Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2025 6:02 pm
Hey Elad, just an update on where things seem to be now—
I’m still sticking with the question “what am I.” Looking feels open-ended. “What am I?” then… a space. The feeling right now is a mostly relaxed, but somewhat urgent or expectant sense of looking. This even though the mind knows at some level that the answer to the question is not found there. The body feels alive and full of sensation.
The dominant story is still a very subtle belief in the separate self. One that can’t be found on inspection. One that tells itself the story that this looking is for its benefit. One that feels there is something to protect—that this looking is to get it something that will make it safe. One that does not want to look closely at the thought that it is not actually real or separate but that its just being experienced as such. Thoughts protest that idea as if it’s too wild to be true. This one feels like it’s finite and will die.
The story is also very critical of the seeking process, calling it lukewarm, half-assed, etc. It wants to take credit for seeking and also blame for not seeking enough. It wants to grab onto techniques only to let them go soon afterwards. It tends to criticize itself for not wanting to sit and meditate or for getting distracted from seeking by all kinds of stories. “If this is the most important thing to you, why aren’t you doing it ‘better’?”
Thoughts that want to have their cake and eat it too. Like… “I’ll keep seeking but I’ll also not stop living life and enjoying it normally in case all this doesn’t work out.“
At the same time, going back into the story, life in the relative sense has clearly changed. Suffering is much subtler and less frequent, in fact it’s hardly there at all most of the time. It sometimes comes up in response to situations very intensely, be allowed and felt, then dissipate almost as quickly. There’s a lot more love and acceptance of life and of other people. Situations that were previously met with a ton of resistance are now not problems at all. There are lots of undeniable synchronicities.
I sort of hesitate to even believe this story because another story of “making the prison room more comfortable” comes up. I don’t want to settle for that.
Another story that I hesitate to look at because it seems like it’s just another story that’s trying to distract me from looking is that my path is less of a direct path and more one of the heart. So much has changed in that way so quickly. When I read A Course in Miracles or similar it feels breathtakingly beautiful and opening. Direct inquiry sometimes feels open but often ends in more of a feeling of frustration—it’s harder to maintain a beginner’s mind there and start fresh each time.
There’s still some frustration and doubt that the first step hasn’t really been taken but I can also see that that frustration is only here when I give it attention.
I’m still sticking with the question “what am I.” Looking feels open-ended. “What am I?” then… a space. The feeling right now is a mostly relaxed, but somewhat urgent or expectant sense of looking. This even though the mind knows at some level that the answer to the question is not found there. The body feels alive and full of sensation.
The dominant story is still a very subtle belief in the separate self. One that can’t be found on inspection. One that tells itself the story that this looking is for its benefit. One that feels there is something to protect—that this looking is to get it something that will make it safe. One that does not want to look closely at the thought that it is not actually real or separate but that its just being experienced as such. Thoughts protest that idea as if it’s too wild to be true. This one feels like it’s finite and will die.
The story is also very critical of the seeking process, calling it lukewarm, half-assed, etc. It wants to take credit for seeking and also blame for not seeking enough. It wants to grab onto techniques only to let them go soon afterwards. It tends to criticize itself for not wanting to sit and meditate or for getting distracted from seeking by all kinds of stories. “If this is the most important thing to you, why aren’t you doing it ‘better’?”
Thoughts that want to have their cake and eat it too. Like… “I’ll keep seeking but I’ll also not stop living life and enjoying it normally in case all this doesn’t work out.“
At the same time, going back into the story, life in the relative sense has clearly changed. Suffering is much subtler and less frequent, in fact it’s hardly there at all most of the time. It sometimes comes up in response to situations very intensely, be allowed and felt, then dissipate almost as quickly. There’s a lot more love and acceptance of life and of other people. Situations that were previously met with a ton of resistance are now not problems at all. There are lots of undeniable synchronicities.
I sort of hesitate to even believe this story because another story of “making the prison room more comfortable” comes up. I don’t want to settle for that.
Another story that I hesitate to look at because it seems like it’s just another story that’s trying to distract me from looking is that my path is less of a direct path and more one of the heart. So much has changed in that way so quickly. When I read A Course in Miracles or similar it feels breathtakingly beautiful and opening. Direct inquiry sometimes feels open but often ends in more of a feeling of frustration—it’s harder to maintain a beginner’s mind there and start fresh each time.
There’s still some frustration and doubt that the first step hasn’t really been taken but I can also see that that frustration is only here when I give it attention.