As you go about your day today and move around, see if you can find that there is a self moving things around.
Look for this I.
As you talk, walk, drive, eat, type, ..anything..check it out.
Is there a self living your life?
Or are there just thoughts about everything, including a self, seeming to live your life?
You don't have to decide or believe anything at all, just look at whats true for you.
In all that you are doing today, just keep looking at this. keep the focus on this.
Keep looking to see if there is something real, besides a thought, that owns and directs the body.
There was a long drive thru somewhat hazardous conditions, the like of which would have previously caused ongoing tension and anxiety. But it felt completely fine. There wasn’t anyone to ‘surround the car with a bubble of light’ (what a joke) Just watching it all unperturbed. A thought comes up --of the old Popeye cartoons where baby Swee pea crawls unsupervised into the city streets, thru a gauntlet of dangers, totally unconcerned.
At the hospital , there was a woman with Downs syndrome, who was telling anyone who would listen that she believes in Santa. “I believe in Santa... and Jesus,” she said, “Those two men.” the unspoken question arose in my mind, and what do ‘you’ believe? There was no answer. “I” have no idea, it never did, it was just a collection of opinions, most of them wrong.
There was a smoothness felt all day. A wonderful smoothness.Saw a license tag that read FL0 EZ-, at least it seemed to, (you already know about my unreliable eyesight.) But flowing easily is how it felt. There was Christmas music on the radio, “And Heaven and Nature sing” had a deeper meaning. It’s always singing but “I” was always on the other line.
The self seemed to have reassembled the next day. What then--- was the whole dead deer epiphany for naught?????? During a walk, the self was being obnoxious. The sun was out and suddenly, there was my shadow walking along beside me. A thought pointed out, “the self is like a shadow.” It is there, but has no substance, and can’t do anything. Will it always be there? The expectation was that there would be no need for reminders that there’s no one here to be affected by x, y, or z.
All day It felt like nothing matters. No Heaven and Nature singing. Like what’s the point of plans. Plans and goals were something the self thought important. There are no regrets though. They’ve evaporated. No regrets, no blame. Just wait and see what comes next.
Today, Is the self here? There is no doubt it’s here. Sometimes a doppelganger kind of thing, but at times I am me, totally back in the whole illusion, lock stock and barrel. Maybe I never really left it but just peeked out that (non existent) window. Thank you for your patience. If I need another dope slap, feel free to do so.