RaamS

[Lubo]

Hi Raam,

“Mind wants some place where it feels, ‘aah, now it’s clear.’”

Beautiful. Say thank you to the mind.
Can you notice—it's trying to help?

“One doubt: when I open my eyes, is it supposed to feel like this recognition continues? It feels like I have to go back into the pleasure to recognize again that this is what is here.”

Yes, open your eyes—and keep looking.
I’m here with you, step by step.

With open eyes:
step
1. Life is simply happening—forms, shapes, sounds, movement.

2.notice- But because you were told “you were born,” there’s an unexamined belief that you, the persona called Raam, are the one looking through the eyes.

3.notice this belief- And because emotions arise, there’s a feeling that they belong to that persona.

4. Notice- Thoughts, in their confusion, try to protect “you” from feeling these emotions.

5.So now, speak gently to the thoughts:
“Dear thoughts, I love you. Thank you for trying to help.
But now… please help me feel my emotions, or simply leave me alone with them.”

6.Then bring your attention gently to the belly.
Feel what’s truly here — sadness, anger, tenderness…

These are real emotions.
Not the surface-level reactions like fear, worry, or anxiety —
those are often just shadows, illusions created by the stories of thought.

Don’t get lost in the artificial noise.
Instead, drop beneath it.
Feel the raw, real emotion that lives deeper.

Just be with it.
Stay.
Breathe.
Let it touch you.

If the thoughts try to spin a story from the emotions, say:
“Dear thoughts, no story needed. Just let me feel.”

Stay there.
And after 5 or 10 minutes, something shifts.
You’ll begin to see clearly:
You are not the persona looking through the eyes.
Life isn’t yours.
It’s just a beautiful, mysterious experience appearing for you.

And if that clarity hasn’t come yet—simply stay with the emotions.

Feeling is not a task.
It’s a love affair with yourself.
Drop in.
It’s soft, it’s deep, it’s easeful.

Let yourself fully relax…
Fall into sadness.
Merge with it , notice that you are becoming sadness.


And from there… seeing becomes simple.

With love,
Lubo

[indianguy]

Dear Lubo,

Beautiful. Say thank you to the mind.
Can you notice—it's trying to help?

Yeah, it's continuously trying to help, and it doesn't know any other way to help.

Yes, open your eyes—and keep looking.
I’m here with you, step by step.

Yes, Lubo.

Life is simply happening—forms, shapes, sounds, movement.

2.notice- But because you were told “you were born,” there’s an unexamined belief that you, the persona called Raam, are the one looking through the eyes.

3.notice this belief- And because emotions arise, there’s a feeling that they belong to that persona.

Yes, Lubo.

4. Notice- Thoughts, in their confusion, try to protect “you” from feeling these emotions.

5.So now, speak gently to the thoughts:
“Dear thoughts, I love you. Thank you for trying to help.
But now… please help me feel my emotions, or simply leave me alone with them.”

Right now, there's a lot of guilt for not having replied to you for so long. A few sleep-deprived nights and some travel kept me from taking time. There was (is) also the fear and worry that even after all this time, even if I try with all my might, I might still not realize. From that a worry that I might be wasting your time, but I still want to realize.

That's the immediate thing I have been trying to stop myself from feeling. Sorry again, for delaying.

I'll continue looking:

6.Then bring your attention gently to the belly.
Feel what’s truly here — sadness, anger, tenderness…

These are real emotions.
Not the surface-level reactions like fear, worry, or anxiety —
those are often just shadows, illusions created by the stories of thought.

Don’t get lost in the artificial noise.
Instead, drop beneath it.
Feel the raw, real emotion that lives deeper.

Sorry, I guess what I expressed above was also the worry/anxiety. Not the raw feeling you speak of, Lubo.

I'm continuing to look.

Love,
Raam

[indianguy]

5.So now, speak gently to the thoughts:
“Dear thoughts, I love you. Thank you for trying to help.
But now… please help me feel my emotions, or simply leave me alone with them.”

6.Then bring your attention gently to the belly.
Feel what’s truly here — sadness, anger, tenderness…

These are real emotions.
Not the surface-level reactions like fear, worry, or anxiety —
those are often just shadows, illusions created by the stories of thought.

Don’t get lost in the artificial noise.
Instead, drop beneath it.
Feel the raw, real emotion that lives deeper.

The belly feels a little "far" away. I can't even say that the chest is near to where I feel myself, but the belly definitely feels a little far.

But this must also be a thought, right?

But when I look for what emotion is being felt, I just feel nothing. Especially when thought isn't trying to spin a story, or if attention/energy isn't invested in any such story, there's nothing being felt emotionally. There's a slightly uncomfortable sensation in the pit of the neck which comes up generally when I sit with eyes closed or try to meditate.

That's it.

Still looking, Lubo.

Love,
Raam

[indianguy]

Dear Lubo,

Don’t get lost in the artificial noise.
Instead, drop beneath it.
Feel the raw, real emotion that lives deeper.

Just be with it.
Stay.
Breathe.
Let it touch you.

If the thoughts try to spin a story from the emotions, say:
“Dear thoughts, no story needed. Just let me feel.”

Stay there.
And after 5 or 10 minutes, something shifts.
You’ll begin to see clearly:
You are not the persona looking through the eyes.
Life isn’t yours.
It’s just a beautiful, mysterious experience appearing for you.

And if that clarity hasn’t come yet—simply stay with the emotions.

Feeling is not a task.
It’s a love affair with yourself.
Drop in.
It’s soft, it’s deep, it’s easeful.

Let yourself fully relax…
Fall into sadness.
Merge with it , notice that you are becoming sadness.


And from there… seeing becomes simple.

There's just an empty space with sensations, some sensations are a little uncomfortable, needing me to scratch or readjust.

Apart from that, there's discomfort in the fact that I don't know what I am. I find myself trying very hard to figure out what I am, and trying to cling to a sensation or image.

I can only sit with this discomfort. "Okay, I don't know what I am, and I'm not able to see for sure."

This is what's there now, Lubo.
Much love to you,
Raam

[Lubo]

Auuuu, I love you Raam,

There's just an empty space with sensations, some sensations are a little uncomfortable, needing me to scratch or readjust.

Apart from that, there's discomfort in the fact that I don't know what I am. I find myself trying very hard to figure out what I am, and trying to cling to a sensation or image.

Let’s stay exactly where you are — with the simplicity and truth that’s already here.
Read slowly, pause often, and let each line land in direct experience.

🌀 Start Here:
Close your eyes for a moment.
Let everything be exactly as it is.

Notice what’s already here — without effort.
Just this:
Empty space… and sensations.
Some are neutral, some are uncomfortable, some may call for attention.

🌀 Now gently ask:
What is aware of these sensations?

Can you find the one who is feeling them —
or is there just knowing happening in a quiet, open space?

🌀 Now look even more closely:
Where does the knowing happen?
Is it inside something? Or is it… everywhere?

Let yourself take the shape of that empty space.
Let it be what you are — not a body in space,
but space in which the body appears.

🌀 Notice the nature of sensations:
What are they made of?

Not separate “things,”
but life force itself, expressing as movement, as energy,
as the dance of what we call “life.”

🌀 Now rest in this seeing:
The empty space is always here.
It doesn’t move. It doesn’t seek.
It doesn’t need to be figured out.

And everything that appears —
thoughts, feelings, identities, even the question “What am I?” —
they are like rainbows in this sky.

Appearing…
shimmering for a moment…
and gone.

🌀 Final invitation:
Stay with the space, not the content.
Let yourself be the groundless ground.
And see —
there is nothing to hold onto,
because you are already held
by what never leaves.
Feel the deep pleasure, existential erotism.

"you" did it Raam! :) LoL

A lot of joy here.

Love,
Lubo

[indianguy]

Dear Lubo,

Auuuu, I love you Raam

I love you too, Lubo.

Close your eyes for a moment.
Let everything be exactly as it is.

Notice what’s already here — without effort.
Just this:
Empty space… and sensations.
Some are neutral, some are uncomfortable, some may call for attention.

This much is clear, Lubo. There's still some labelling - this is the sensation of my tshirt on my chest, etc. "this sensation is below, that one feels above, does that mean I am somewhere in between? Is this just a label?"

But after the labelling is done and some thought-analysis also happens, there's the sensation alone.

What is aware of these sensations?

Can you find the one who is feeling them —
or is there just knowing happening in a quiet, open space?

I definitely cannot find the one who is feeling it. But regarding the second part - when I read what you say about "in a quiet, open space", it feels "maybe".

If I were to try and describe it, I don't think I would use those words. That's not because I know where and am not able to describe it. It is because I'm trying and trying and cannot understand where or to whom the knowing is happening.

Where does the knowing happen?
Is it inside something? Or is it… everywhere?

Let yourself take the shape of that empty space.
Let it be what you are — not a body in space,
but space in which the body appears.

The same goes for "is it everywhere". From my experience, it doesn't feel like everywhere.

Maybe I can say it seems to be "spread out". The knowing seems to happen not from a point or something.

Maybe it's the space. I'm having trouble, because if I don't see the space in the way I understand things, it feels like I don't know.

I'm giving up trying to, for now. For now, I'll let whatever knows, be me.

I'm not sure if I'm the space in which the body appears, but from here the body is perceived.

What are they made of?

Not separate “things,”
but life force itself, expressing as movement, as energy,
as the dance of what we call “life.”

I guess. Not sure what I'm struggling with here.

The empty space is always here.
It doesn’t move. It doesn’t seek.
It doesn’t need to be figured out.

And everything that appears —
thoughts, feelings, identities, even the question “What am I?”

The "doesn't need to be figured out" part is the issue. So, when can I say I've understood or haven't understood? Is it supposed to feel like this? Or is it supposed to feel a different way?

Stay with the space, not the content.
Let yourself be the groundless ground.
And see —
there is nothing to hold onto,
because you are already held
by what never leaves.
Feel the deep pleasure, existential erotism.

"you" did it Raam! :) LoL

You say it so easily, Lubo. I wish I could grasp it as easily as you say it is.

Sorry.

Love,
Raam

[Lubo]

Hi dear Raam,

This may help:

"I'm giving up trying to, for now. For now, I'll let whatever knows, be me."

→ Consider removing “me.” That’s actually the issue — the “me” is just a role the mind is playing. It creates confusion and blocks the full picture from being seen.

"I'm not sure if I'm the space in which the body appears, but from here the body is perceived."

→ Right now, space appears as this — and all bodies, plus the mind playing the role of someone who is separate, not accepted, trying to awaken.

🌌 With eyes closed, notice the vast dark luminous space — and label it: “This is HIM.”
👁 With eyes open: “HE appears as this.”

2. Notice how the mind plays the role of someone alive, separate, unworthy…

Now invite the mind to self-adjust… and relax.

Notice the enjoyment. The Nirvana-eroticism.
Right here.
So - what is "me" - can you see the mind's story?
Try to find the "me" -not me's body/thoughts/life/shirt/job but the owner of all these?
So?

With warmth,
Lubo

[indianguy]

Dear Lubo,

Consider removing “me.” That’s actually the issue — the “me” is just a role the mind is playing. It creates confusion and blocks the full picture from being seen.

I'll try doing that, Lubo.

With eyes closed, notice the vast dark luminous space — and label it: “This is HIM.”

Yes, Lubo.

With eyes open: “HE appears as this.”

This part is a little difficult to inderstand. I could say "this appears to HIM". Even saying "this appears in HIM" does not seem obvious.

Notice how the mind plays the role of someone alive, separate, unworthy…

Now invite the mind to self-adjust… and relax.

Every search for a 'me' generally leaves me with some idea/some thought, that's all. I guess it's possible to say that it's the mind that's playing these roles.

Notice the enjoyment. The Nirvana-eroticism.
Right here.

There's still some waiting for a 'shift', for something to be understood/realized.

So - what is "me" - can you see the mind's story?
Try to find the "me" -not me's body/thoughts/life/shirt/job but the owner of all these?
So?

It's a bit unsettling, uncomfortable to not find a centre. The mind either frantically looks for something to hold on and call as a me, or it says "I don't get it".

I don't know what to do then.

Love,
Raam

[Lubo]

Hi dear Raam,
Are you ready to break through the illusion?

Even saying "this appears in HIM" does not seem obvious.

Place your attention behind the eyes. With your eyes open, your attention is not on what is seen, nor is it in your thoughts, but in the eternal existence—the blackness that is looking through the eyes.

When this focus happens, say to yourself: "I am a vast, empty space. There is only me, and I now speak through this mouth."

Then, notice this: Instead of living in pure eroticism and enjoying your sexuality, what if you were lied to? What if you were spending your timeless time in fear instead of enjoying yourself? Instead of living in a beautiful, erotic movie, you have been living in a horror movie, a projection of fear.

You were cheated. You missed the best fun, the best erotic movie ever.

What is it like to find that?

So much love,
Lubo

[Lubo]

Hi dear Raam,
What is going on, are you still with me?

Warmly,
Lubo

[indianguy]

Dear Lubo,

What is going on, are you still with me?

Yes yes, Lubo, I'm fully here.

Place your attention behind the eyes. With your eyes open, your attention is not on what is seen, nor is it in your thoughts, but in the eternal existence—the blackness that is looking through the eyes.

When this focus happens, say to yourself: "I am a vast, empty space. There is only me, and I now speak through this mouth."

I've been trying this for several days now, but I don't know what to reply.

What is it like to find that?

"There's conscious space in here, not a local me. This visual field out here is a gift" This lingers around like a thought for some time.

I try to just be in that. At that moment, there's no question, but also just the usual sensations and everything else.
After some time, there's the waiting for some shift, for some realization to dawn, and that's it.

This is what it has been, repeatedly.

Feeling a bit ashamed to reply because I don't see anything so far.

Love,
Raam

[indianguy]

Dear Lubo,

Place your attention behind the eyes. With your eyes open, your attention is not on what is seen, nor is it in your thoughts, but in the eternal existence—the blackness that is looking through the eyes.

When this focus happens, say to yourself: "I am a vast, empty space. There is only me, and I now speak through this mouth."

Tried it a few more times. One of of two things happens:
1. A "thing" is still being searched for within the empty blackness because there is some discomfort. It doesn't feel like i am the space, but like I am hidden somewhere in this space.
2. There is a string tendency to look for any sensation. I find my hands just reaching out to touch the elbow of the other arm just to feel some sensation and identify with it. It's not even deliberate, it's almost by instinct.

I'll keep trying.

I'm really sorry for delaying my replied. I'll make it a point to reply even if i feel there's not much to tell, Lubo.

Love,
Raam

[Lubo]

Hi dear Raam,
I am with you!

After some time, there's the waiting for some shift, for some realization to dawn, and that's it.

Yes. Let's clarify what the shift is from what to what?
What exist and sees through the eyes?
What is now idea ? And what the realisation will bring?

1. A "thing" is still being searched for within the empty blackness because there is some discomfort. It doesn't feel like i am the space, but like I am hidden somewhere in this space.

Ok. Slowdown here. Blackness Is! and any idea of "me"/"you" Raam existing is an idea, and you are here to pass through it, right?
The reality is what you share in this: "the empty blackness ... there is some discomfort"
Notice the quality of "Blackness" can die, disappear, change?
Discomfort - this is the only little obstacle here,
Follow me.
This "Blackness" we are - the Eros itself - now notice the discomfort is deep shadow pleasure for Eros/"Blackness?

Notice the stability to "step" to be this "Blackness" ?

Notice what is to find that the discomfort is Eros's deep hidden pleasure (desire or something else)?

Love,
Lubo

[indianguy]

Dear Lubo,

Yes. Let's clarify what the shift is from what to what?
What exist and sees through the eyes?
What is now idea ? And what the realisation will bring?

Right, Lubo.

Ok. Slowdown here. Blackness Is! and any idea of "me"/"you" Raam existing is an idea, and you are here to pass through it, right?

Yes, Lubo.

The reality is what you share in this: "the empty blackness ... there is some discomfort"

Right, Lubo. I can also say this much: There is the blackness, the body is noticed. And then there is a question, "where am I in between these". There is discomfort at the fact that an "I" is not found anywhere in between these, and a tendency to identify with anything - any sensation, feeling, etc. There is the constant search alone for an "I" and a dissatisfaction that it is not found, and this search kept continuing.

This is how I felt yesterday when looking, and posting.

Will try again today, Lubo.

Love,
Raam

[Lubo]

Hi dear Raam,
The idea that "I am born" is a fundamental, innocent belief passed down from our parents. It's the root of the "destiny of Me Raam."

The key is simple: just for a moment—for a second, for half a second—see through this story of the "destiny of Me Raam."
And simply notice what is left.

Thoughts will never grasp it; thoughts create a map, but the map is not the reality. You are not looking for an understanding or a map.
So, what is here, without the destiny of "Me Raam"?
Without "me raam " for half second - who what is looking through the eyes this wall in front?

So much love,
Lubo