What does the "I" point to? Please guide me!
Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2013 5:07 pm
I was reading the gatecrashers book and I got completely stuck with this question: What does the thought of "I" point to?
The deepest answer I could get to is that the "I" points to that element which creates meaning in all the sense perceptions that flow into the body. It is like a center where all these perceptions end up and are put into a unifying story: I am me and this is my house. I am sitting in my chair looking out the window at a tree in the garden. "I" am the storymaker so to speak which based on memories and experiences of the past filters and orders the input of the now into a coherent story. And one of the key elements in the creation of this story is that all the perceptions seem centered "here". I cannot hear or see what is going on at the other end of the street. I cannot even know that there is any other end of the street, it only exists as an idea. So "I" feel localized where my body is and where the world is being sensed.
I completely understand that this story the "I" is creating is relative and based on the specific filtering of my beliefs and understandings of the world. None the less I cannot seem to feel my way behind this "I". It seems to be always there as the center, the lense, the point of focus through which the world is being experienced. I can have moments, sometimes long ones, of pure joy in experiencing what is. I can walk in the woods and everything is simply what it is and I feel a great peace and freedom and all is OK including that I tell my "I"-stories, but then it goes and always sooner or later I am back as "I" projecting a past or future story about freedom and so not experiencing it now.
I have sort of learned to live with this since I saw through the whole predicament of seeking and how that is in itself what pushes me out of now. But then I happened to come across LU and although mixed with a lot of doubt and fear of disapointment the story has awoken again: maybe here is the final solution, the ultimate liberation, the permanent freedom - all these things that I clearly still hope for and desire like nothing else. And I am afraid of this desire. I fear that it will only lead to frustration. That frustration is build into it, that the dream of liberation is an illusion with which we haunt ourselves and that only a precious few experience it for real and that the rest are simply lying to themselves, living in a fantasy world which I really want to avoid.
Needless to say that also sparks some doubt towards you who would offer to guide me: Can it really be done? Are you the real deal or just someone fooling yourself with the best intentions? The last thing I want is to fool myself into anything. What I want is the truth. That above all else.
Well. So many words. Too many, my mind says. Noone will want to guide me now, it says. I am lost.
So be it. Rather lost than dishonest is my answer. But behind that, underneath, hidden because I believe that it will hurt me less if I don't admit it: a childish hope that someone - the right one - will hear this call and help me through.
Ernest
The deepest answer I could get to is that the "I" points to that element which creates meaning in all the sense perceptions that flow into the body. It is like a center where all these perceptions end up and are put into a unifying story: I am me and this is my house. I am sitting in my chair looking out the window at a tree in the garden. "I" am the storymaker so to speak which based on memories and experiences of the past filters and orders the input of the now into a coherent story. And one of the key elements in the creation of this story is that all the perceptions seem centered "here". I cannot hear or see what is going on at the other end of the street. I cannot even know that there is any other end of the street, it only exists as an idea. So "I" feel localized where my body is and where the world is being sensed.
I completely understand that this story the "I" is creating is relative and based on the specific filtering of my beliefs and understandings of the world. None the less I cannot seem to feel my way behind this "I". It seems to be always there as the center, the lense, the point of focus through which the world is being experienced. I can have moments, sometimes long ones, of pure joy in experiencing what is. I can walk in the woods and everything is simply what it is and I feel a great peace and freedom and all is OK including that I tell my "I"-stories, but then it goes and always sooner or later I am back as "I" projecting a past or future story about freedom and so not experiencing it now.
I have sort of learned to live with this since I saw through the whole predicament of seeking and how that is in itself what pushes me out of now. But then I happened to come across LU and although mixed with a lot of doubt and fear of disapointment the story has awoken again: maybe here is the final solution, the ultimate liberation, the permanent freedom - all these things that I clearly still hope for and desire like nothing else. And I am afraid of this desire. I fear that it will only lead to frustration. That frustration is build into it, that the dream of liberation is an illusion with which we haunt ourselves and that only a precious few experience it for real and that the rest are simply lying to themselves, living in a fantasy world which I really want to avoid.
Needless to say that also sparks some doubt towards you who would offer to guide me: Can it really be done? Are you the real deal or just someone fooling yourself with the best intentions? The last thing I want is to fool myself into anything. What I want is the truth. That above all else.
Well. So many words. Too many, my mind says. Noone will want to guide me now, it says. I am lost.
So be it. Rather lost than dishonest is my answer. But behind that, underneath, hidden because I believe that it will hurt me less if I don't admit it: a childish hope that someone - the right one - will hear this call and help me through.
Ernest