Re: Home
Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2017 3:07 pm
Hey Bill … Happy Sunday :) It’s a beautiful day in Edinburgh … when the sun comes out in Scotland, AND it’s warm, it’s what’s known as a ‘momentous’ occasion ;)
Thanks for your latest - I'll work my way thru these exercises and report back as I do them. First up, 'The Chair'.
Similarly for the ‘self’. There is a solid shape, a body, that exists that has been given the description of Pauline - my self. All kinds of circumstances seem to have come together to reinforce the Pauline-ness of this specific body. There is the calling of this body ‘Pauline’, not just by Pauline but by others too. And yet, looking, Pauline can’t be found - the body is no more Pauline than the chair is. There are thoughts arising ‘about’ Pauline, that seemingly describe Pauline - she’s 5’8”, has blonde hair and green eyes and long fingers and lots of other physical attributes. Similarly, Pauline went to art school, likes daffodils, taught English in Mexico, wants to live by the ocean and has a fear of deep water. These descriptions of Pauline are descriptions, thoughts. I can point to myself and shout, “ME!” - and this feels very real, very ‘me’. I’m me! ME! Pauline! Helloooo?! But …. all that’s happening is just ‘’happening - there’s no one doing it. No one owning it. The body belongs to no one, the description of Pauline belongs to no one. Pauline is nowhere to be found - all there are, are thoughts arising about Pauline. There is no ‘self’ there. I stop and look at my hands of the keyboard. The sensation of the cushion on my knees, the sound of the river outside … then trying not to think - here she goes! ‘Trying’ to just look again. Back to the senses … more space. Quiet for a moment. Nice.
Stop thinking! And 'don't think, look', next :) Watch this space ...
Thanks Bill!
Thanks for your latest - I'll work my way thru these exercises and report back as I do them. First up, 'The Chair'.
I look at a chair - there is a 3 dimensional shape, colour, texture - it’s an object being seen that the mind has labelled ‘chair’. It looks and feels as the mind describes it. If someone were to tell me it was a candle, the mind would object because there’s an idea/thought of what a chair is. Really, all there is, is a solid mass - and even that description is something the mind has given to what is seen, because as we know, the mind is The Great Labeller. There is the seeing ... then ... the seeing of a chair, a golden colour, 1970s, my Nan's, I remember it from her house, I probably shouldn't let the dog on it .... the big story.Look at a chair. Do you see the chair? Look at your self. Do you see a self?
Similarly for the ‘self’. There is a solid shape, a body, that exists that has been given the description of Pauline - my self. All kinds of circumstances seem to have come together to reinforce the Pauline-ness of this specific body. There is the calling of this body ‘Pauline’, not just by Pauline but by others too. And yet, looking, Pauline can’t be found - the body is no more Pauline than the chair is. There are thoughts arising ‘about’ Pauline, that seemingly describe Pauline - she’s 5’8”, has blonde hair and green eyes and long fingers and lots of other physical attributes. Similarly, Pauline went to art school, likes daffodils, taught English in Mexico, wants to live by the ocean and has a fear of deep water. These descriptions of Pauline are descriptions, thoughts. I can point to myself and shout, “ME!” - and this feels very real, very ‘me’. I’m me! ME! Pauline! Helloooo?! But …. all that’s happening is just ‘’happening - there’s no one doing it. No one owning it. The body belongs to no one, the description of Pauline belongs to no one. Pauline is nowhere to be found - all there are, are thoughts arising about Pauline. There is no ‘self’ there. I stop and look at my hands of the keyboard. The sensation of the cushion on my knees, the sound of the river outside … then trying not to think - here she goes! ‘Trying’ to just look again. Back to the senses … more space. Quiet for a moment. Nice.
Stop thinking! And 'don't think, look', next :) Watch this space ...
Thanks Bill!