1) Is there a separate entity 'self', 'me' 'I', at all, anywhere, in any way, shape or form? Was there ever?
No there is no separate self, me, I anywhere in any way shape or form. There never was. Bodies occur, like bugs and mountains and rocks and cups of coffee and computers and planets and cars. A thought arises that says the illusory self, the phantom, clings in and around This body. And now poof--it's vaporized again. Not the body, darn it, but the clarity that the separate self is an illusion, story, concept. It's gone but it's still here, that fable. I can see thoughts that say, oh this is just your latest pipe dream, another fairytale you are indulging in to avoid reality. I can see that as merely a passing thought, not that it is something I made or chose, just an occurrence of an idea. And then more ideas intrude and doubts arise. Doubts and clarity coexist.
2) Explain in detail what the illusion of separate self is, when it starts and how it works from your own experience. Describe it fully as you see it now.
No details arise now. The illusory self is like a guy that showed up recently in a lucid dream. I was dreaming and I knew it, and this scary guy came up to me with no teeth and asked me for the keys to my car. I thought not to trust him, but then I thought he's in my dream, if he's not trustworthy that's how I dreamed him up. So I plastered a fake smile on my face to not hurt his feelings, not wanting to offend this criminal I had created to scare me. I don't expect that to make sense, but I hope you get it.
This separate me starts when I notice anything and then translate what I notice into words, ideas, or explanations. This translation/labeling/interpreting is the birth of the separate self.
3) How does it feel to see this? What is the difference from before you started this dialogue?
Please report from the past few days.
It doesn't feel like much to see this right this second. Pretty neutral. Sometimes, I feel some excitement like I know secret, but then the secret becomes a separator, mine not yours, and then self is there sticking her tongue out at me, saying "nice try sucker."
But now, unlike before we started this communication, theres more room for that nasty self to play peek a boo. It's more like ok you fooled me again , true, but that doesn't make you real.
4) What was the last bit that pushed you over, made you look?
I'm not sure. There we're different moments during the dialogue. Recently, staring at the cursor pulsing on the screen I saw me/nothing, kind of. Or, when I'd start to consider your latest questions (including prior to these last six) I'd start out feeling jumbled and approaching frustration and then a glimpse would shine through. Also, from seeing awareness as nothing to that morphing into the self as blank space. But just now this competing idea arises: the difference between self and Self. Oh shit. that. Well nothing is still nothing.
5) Describe decision, intention, free will, choice and control. What makes things happen? How does it work? What are you responsible for? Give examples from experience.
There's more clarity here. Happenings happen. Choices are just descriptions of what's happening that arise in the mind at the happening. Intention is patterns mirroring each other. How does it work? No idea! I'm just glad that it does. What am I responsible for? Nothing. nothing nothing nothing! cultural conditioning does not like that sound of that. Even the crap I ate today, not responsible. Fat Happens! That idea will get pushed out again by its competition and if I severely admonish "myself" for it, that too will just be happening.
6) Anything to add?
Well just that after seeing the illusion of the separate self, I had such a terrifying dream about an ongoing betrayal. I was filled with so much longing in the dream. Vast, vast desperate maiming desire (that has now lingered at least 2 days after the dream). I think in some way my separate self was clinging onto the hope of life. She was going for my jugular. I guess I was disappointed that seeing through her didn't reach into my dream state. It's like she's saying "I may not be real, but I'm not giving up." Also, the man in my dream, my former husband, it's like he's always personified my phantom self. Oddly, even before I ever met him. It was me I was losing when he left, it was me I'm so afraid to let go of, the me I thought he made me.
Goodbye to no one.