Thanks Mark. Thought I was reporting thought rather than actively thinking but obviously no point in either of those. I really appreciate this opportunity to dialogue and see as deeply as possible.
That’s OK Glenn, tell me everything that’s going on. I’m just underlining the point that you can’t think your way out of self-view.
Can you feel where the body ends and floor/chair begins or is the experience itself seamless? Without using thought – before thought intervenes – what is the nature of the experience? Where is the experience taking place? What are its qualities? When thought tries to intervene, just drop it and return awareness to the raw experience. Can you find a 'me' that owns this experience?
No there is no me in direct experience, in thusness, in nowness. And in direct experience all experience is seamless. There’s no way to adequately say the nature of it, it just is. As for where it’s taking place, before thought, in direct experience there’s equally no ‘where’ to say. In raw experience no me no place no time, or here now as is.
That’s great Glenn. It usually takes folk a while to get this point. This is a crucial understanding worth deepening. Now extend the exercise – keep on doing the body sensation stage, then move on to the other senses, . . . look at smell, where is that sensation happening, try to stick with the pure sensation and notice how the mind kicks in AFTER the event by producing ‘selfing’ thoughts, e.g. ‘smell of incense in my nose’ – all this is imputed in thought and is not there in bare experience. Do it with taste, hearing, sight individually. Then, and this is the important part, try to keep all the various sensations that the mind says are happening in ‘MY body’ in awareness simultaneously – keep on building up to this and do it for 10 minutes at a time – in a chair, on the bus, on the park bench. Keep with the raw experience and notice there is a gap between the experience and the ‘selfing’ thoughts that impose to claim the experience as ‘mine’. Don’t hold on to the selfing thoughts – just keep coming back to the raw experience – in the felt, just the felt, in the smelled, just the smelled, in the tasted, just the tasted, in the heard, just the heard, in the seen, just the seen.
But when the I thought comes up in my mind I still believe in the existence of the I. Which is weird, because the seamlessness probably didn’t go anywhere (!) - but I seemed to be elsewhere, and separate. And one thing I notice in this process is “WTF?! The seamlessness didn’t go anywhere but something seems to (go elsewhere), and I believe that something exists.” That’s both a bit disorienting and very intriguing.
“I believe that something exists”. OK. Let’s call these “I thoughts”. They are just thoughts appearing like any other thoughts. Let’s do an exercise to see if there is actually an “I” that can believe anything. OK? (1) Think of a number between 1 and 100; (2) Think of a colour; (3) Think of an animal with four legs.
What did you find in experience when I asked you to think of these things? Is there an “I” behind the thought process that thinks “Oh 67, no wait, 33, no I know 17!” – or did a number just appear? Did you know what number was going to appear before it became a thought in the mind? Could it be that thoughts just arise but there is no “I” that is thinking them? Could it be that an “I” thought just randomly pops up to claim experience but it is just a thought? Take a look and see.
Hmm. Some resistance here. Please investigate this “something like pissed” feeling in direct experience. Just sit and look at it. What is the actual physical feeling like? Explore its dimensions. Don’t follow the feeling through into thought. Just explore its physicality for now and tell me what happens.
Unpleasant sensations in my chest, queasy, nausea? In direct experience, nothing but sensation, and with enough stillness not different than the bird song outside. Energy, if you like - in an open aware spaciousness that has no edges, although that’s thought labeling it. When the I thought comes up in this smorgasbord of changefulness-in-immovability then there’s an agitated quality of moving out into the future. Of course, a lot of the time in daily life I’m far from still like this.
Is awareness affected by these storm events? Or does awareness simply endure as these events arise and pass away? Look and see.
Does awareness endure as all this rises up and passes away? Absolutely. But in true direct experience, before thought I can’t find any difference between awareness and the experience occurring in it. Seamless. Do I live like that? Rarely. Mostly busy being I, separate-seeming.
OK, great observations here Glenn. Thoughts/thinking are part of reality too. They arise and pass away in awareness just as physical and emotional sensations do. We aren’t trying to get rid of them here. It’s just that some thoughts are useful and point to things that do exist such as “car” or “food” and some are unhelpful and point to things that don’t exist like “me” or “Santa”. Let’s try an exercise that helps us see thoughts as part of experience but without identifying with them as “my thoughts”.
Can you extend the direct experience exercise we discussed above to include thought? i.e. go through all the stages looking at the senses, then as the final stage include awareness of thought. Don’t try to control or get rid of thought. Just watch thoughts come and go. As you do this consider: Where do thoughts come from? Are they the product of a ‘thinker’ or do they just arise? Where do they go? What size or shape are they? What do they feel like? And can you discern a connection between thoughts?
As the final phase of this exercise try to hold all the sense sensations and the thoughts in awareness simultaneously – don’t follow the thoughts or get distracted by any one sensation, just try to bring awareness to the totality of experience and rest there for a while.
Where is “me” in all this?
I don’t know if this is worth anything but there’s a sense of chipping away at how much I believe this I thought, this I, as opposed to this seamlessness. A laugh comes up from the depth of me and gets pinched off in that place in my stomach where there’s been resistance - wouldn’t life be ultimately simple if it was just this seamlessness, and that’s all there is?
Yep. That’s what we’re doing chipping away. Blow by blow, till it crumbles.