I dont quite get what you mean.
Snapping with intent builds a feeling of control and a 'me'. With thoughts explaining, that 'i now intend to snap'. After it already happened.
The movement of snapping also slows down.
That feeling of control is a feeling of control.
Adding 'me' to it, whilst habitual, is un-necessary.
No, like walking does not need a walker or snapping a snapper.Does control need a 'controller'?
Ok. It snapped. I dont know when or how it exactly will happen, but it does/did."With thoughts explaining, that 'i now intend to snap'."
Just snap with intent.
That feeling of control is a feeling of control.
Adding 'me' to it, whilst habitual, is un-necessary.
S.th. has control, but it is not me.
No, like walking does not need a walker or snapping a snapper.Does control need a 'controller'?
Ok. It snapped. I dont know when or how it exactly will happen, but it does/did."With thoughts explaining, that 'i now intend to snap'."
Just snap with intent.
That is really interesting.
I thought 'control' is a construct or illusion like responsibility and shame and crumbles away with realizing that Anne is an illusion.
There is control somewhere. And nobody has to worry.
Ah, maybe there is responsibility too, but it is not mine.
d 'Anne' clap? How can 'she', 'she' is a story. So, not 'Anne' then.
Well, did clapping just happen?
But then you were the one that clapped, not Mary down the road.
Ah, but are you 'Anne'?
No. You are not 'Anne', you are you, the one that thought she was 'Anne' for years.
But now you're not 'Anne', you think you are no-one.
That's another fiction.
You can clap anytime.
You can also think that clapping just happens, anytime.
You are un-observable, so no point in looking.
Just entertain the possibility that you are clapping, and you are not 'Anne'.
OK
I totally get it.
But… then i don’t
:-)
I am not sure what the positive outcome is of transfering doing and control and making shitty descisions from Anne to something bigger.
What is the difference between living as Anne and living as me?
Anne is an illusion with limited and sometimes restricted habits, perspectives, likes and dislikes.
Living as ‘Anne’ depended a lot on thinking. I took all toughts as true and important.
Living as unlimited me is effortless, bc things are done and emotions happen and nature is seen without thought commenting everything and trying to control events.
(No apologies for going all Zen on you.) :D
(No apologies for going all Zen on you.) :D
No worries, throw everything at me that you've got. Hit me with the zen-stick if necessary.
:-)
The suns out. I'll go, sit in the sun, ponder about your answer and 'll come back in the evening.
The clapping one is the one conditioned, the one that was living as 'Anne'.
Do you want to be unlimited, untouchable, effortless, deathless?Living as unlimited me is effortless, bc things are done and emotions happen and nature is seen without thought commenting everything and trying to control events.
Then, just align as awareness, as observing.
You may be very happy there. :) YouTube is full of it.
The one that clapped...actually, clap again to renew it.
(No apologies for going all Zen on you.) :D
Ok, that one, for simplicity's sake I'll call you, can do that very well.
You can also align as the body, you can do that very well. You'll control there.
You can also align as some probability of existence, how does that sound? Oops, no control here.
These are all possibilities. If you can align with 'Anne' for years (which is some achievement), then you can do any of the above.
If we strip away the layers for a moment, what are we left with?
Strip away the body, thoughts, feelings, sensations.
Depending on what you've been taught, and agreed to see as true, you will interpret it one way or another.
That is, add another layer, onto an indescribable, unobservable, yet perfectly obvious, you.
Clap. There you are, and there you go.
You can't hold on to you, because that is wanting to make it an idea.
Where is the you that just clapped?
Gone forever.
Clap again.
You is a river.
Hmh, that was an unexpected information. And just ‘clapping’ without ‘one’ is also the conditioned one?The clapping one is the one conditioned, the one that was living as 'Anne'.
Is that being at ease in the world?
What else is on the menue?
a) Unlimitedness by being aware.
and
b) Living as a conditioned something but knowing that it is limited.
c)
???
bc i changedWhere is the you that just clapped?
Gone forever.
I wrote a new story. I guess it has some meaning, but i am not sure which.
“Oh, look”, says Pooh to Piglet. “The yellow dandelion turned into a fluffy white ball.”
Piglet steps beside his friend and bows down to the fragile crown of the flower to take a closer look.
“Pretty.” He sneezes.
The white cloud bursts into feathery little stars.
“Oops, sorry”, Piglet says and glances at Pooh.
“There it goes”, says Pooh, “just like my mind when I am trying to think.”
“Your mind?”, asks Piglet, relieved that Pooh is not angry at him for sneezing.
“Yes, first there is a thought and at the end there is confusing fluffy stuff flying around in my head.”
“Hmh”, says Piglet, because he doesn’t know anything else to say. He glances at Poohs head. From the outside it looks quite normal, but you never know.
A soft wind sweeps the dandelionseeds up.
“Maybe I have it backwards”, Pooh mutters to himself and watches the seeds gliding over the meadows.
Piglet sniffles. “You mean, thinking is like sneezing at a dandelion?”
“I mean, you can’t sneeze a dandelion back together.”
“No, I guess you can’t”, says Piglet, “but I haven’t tried yet."
c)
"What are causes and conditions," asked Piglet.
"Why do you ask?" said Pooh, wanting to be doing other more important things.
"Oh, I just wondered."
"Shall we go for a walk?" said Pooh.
"Yes, I'd love too," said Piglet.
And off they went, Piglet wondering what causes and conditions were at play.
Piglet bit into an apple. It was crisp.
Who wrote this?
I don't use 'John' as a reference point. 'He' is long gone.
Haha!!!c)
No place to lay my head.
Who wrote this?
No Anne - check
No causes and conditions - check
Me / conciousness / life / mystery
No reference points.Do you have a/several reference point/s?I don't use 'John' as a reference point. 'He' is long gone.
It was never there as a fixed entity.Where is the you that just clapped?
Gone forever.
bc i changed
You can't change.
You can tell a story of change, of how 'you' changed.
Here, right now, you know you are here - check it.
...and you don't know what that is.
You know without knowing how you know.
Spend a short while knowing you are here without any attempt to solve, or think about it.
Relax and let go, nothing to achieve, nowhere to go.
Given.
All is given. Receive for a short while.
If you popped a budding rose in a glass of water.
And visited it each day to see the rose.
Which rose is the rose?
Each day, the rose is anew. Maybe a new petal, different hue.
Is there a frozen rose?
Feel into the anewness of the rose.
Here, right now, you know you are here - check it.
Yep, i m here.
I am sitting at a bench in the forrest, looking at the river. I can hear birds and sheep and even frogs. The sun is shining through layers of green. I didnt have to do anything for this. Just be quiet and look and listen.
If you popped a budding rose in a glass of water.
And visited it each day to see the rose.
Which rose is the rose?
Each day, the rose is anew. Maybe a new petal, different hue.
Is there a frozen rose?
Feel into the anewness of the rose.
My minds says, its just semantics. Bc its the rose i put into the glass. Nobody exchanged it for a different one.
But i understand your perspective.
Like me being different from yesterday… new cells, new microbiome inside and on my skin, different air in my lungs. All without me doing anything conciously.
But still we are only talking about the body of the rose or my body.
Somebody said recently to me that i didnt change much since i was a teenager. And it was not meant as a compliment. That hurt a lot.
I already told you about the monster-dream in the house.
I sometimes had dreams lying i bed and not being able to move and people came in and i was afraid.
Yesterday i dreamt about driving in a car. I was on a parking lot and wanted to leave but the car was not doing what i wanted. In the end the car drove backwards over a kind of cliff and i felt falling and i knew i would die but it was the first time i was ok with it. I was courious what would happen.
It might be a story i am telling myself but i think there is less fear of loosing the story of Anne.
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