Have you seen through the illusion of the separate self?
The separate self who is in charge is not there. It is clear there is no decision maker. But who are you talking to? And why? What is the "you" in the above sentence referring to? I can't find an agent doing the harmonizing. But I can consider a concept and see how things turn out.
…This is where the utility of a subject-verb-object structured language weakens. I need language to try to suggest a possible way ahead. The concept under the microscope is “self”. You need language to try and communicate what you are experiencing. Yet our language is poorly adapted to the discussion we are trying to facilitate…unless we recall that we aren’t really trying to foster any discussion, but rather a direct experience. All reports about the experience are just a bonus and whatever degree of accuracy of such reports can ony be fingers pointing at the moon.
Language makes concepts possible…or maybe it’s just the communication of concepts, I’m not sure. Either way, though, the focus isn’t on concepts - which are also nothing other than mental ephemera - but an experience... that you can come back and talk about, or not, but which fosters a liberation for which there is no analog.
Maybe we have chosen our words poorly.
Maybe we should say there is no continuous separate self, or there is no persistent separate self.
What seems to me is that action is taken. Then a self is created for review. Then the next action is taken. Rinse and repeat. Maybe this is why I can take direction and develop concepts and criticize myself for not following my own sage advice.
Words are chosen poorly, but I would take pity on them. They weren’t designed to do the job to which they are being applied…by what? Ah, and it breaks down again.
Concepts, words, ideas...use them like ninja stars, locate and discard them as quickly as possible...jump from crocodile's back to crocodile's back to get across the crocodile-infested river.
Yes, that was the conclusion here as well: there is no continuous, separate or persistent self. Something so ubiquitous surely couldn’t long hide from the kind of search this process ignites. But the telltales of a massive cover up of this simple fact are everywhere to be seen, when sincere effort is made to discover them. At first, it’s like suspecting something that could have previously only been thought ridiculous: that when you blink the universe (including the “my body” experience) no longer exists... and then over time, with close concentration, discovering ever more compelling evidence that supports it, until finally, for one, brief moment it is no longer speculation but an experiential fact.
Further delusion? Self-hypnosis? Wishful thinking? Maybe. You’ve done the math and found the self-thing to be conspicuously absent…what
should come next, but that experience?
Like those 3D poster images that, once seen, cannot be unseen. When you see, Knabo, you know seeing has happened. Forget words and concepts around what or who sees and what is seen. They only fog vision. Knowing is already there and the thing that defends against the knowing is the very thing that disappears when the light is shone upon it. But it’s really fucking good at dodging that light…until it literally dawns that it’s not that its good: it just doesn’t exist and you’ve been stabbing into the blackness in search of a phantom, that actually resides behind the light, not in front. Your light will never touch it for that reason, but unaware of this you feel you cannot release the search.
There’s a Jed McKenna concept, where he talks about “the little bastard”. Do you know it? Loosely speaking, it’s the underlying consciousness beyond the no-thing calling itself “Knabo”. It knows. That same consciousness is behind the pond scum calling itself “Michael” and has noticed the Knabo beacon in the darkness. These words and all the concepts, egos and…well, the whole fucking universe, really, are the sum total of that darkness. Looking outwards will only ever return shadows and darkness until you experience the only source of light - in the opposite direction.
I’m really not trying to bludgeon the self out of you, but you’ve realised by now that this is a mutually beneficial process. The reason I persist is because (again, very poor wording) I’ve seen something that you came here to find and it serves me to try and help you. You seem sincere, but I get a strong feeling of resistance to your own findings…an (albeit understandable) reluctance to call a spade a spade.
But isn’t this what you came here for? Surely you’re not expecting to be convinced of something that can only be recognised when conviction is abandoned and sincere investigation concluded? I cannot convince anybody. And, athough I’ve had sniffs of it, this isn’t a club, a religion or even a movement. It’s just a beacon for travellers in the neighbourhood, and one either zeroes in on it until they touch it, or passes by with whatever degree of curiousity brought them here.
Which are you?