close, but no cigar..
Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 10:03 pm
Hello. I've been reading a lot of the material here for a couple of weeks now. Amazing work being done here. I'm hoping too for some sort of breakthrough of certainty.
I know that there is no one here, or anywhere, "doing" anything - or rather, probably I believe it, since it seems to come and go. Not infrequently the knowing of this brings a great sense of lightness; and every time this truth is remembered - laughter, recognition. But can this just be about remembering...? Surely not.
Moments of uncaused joy in this life from time to time, ease of being.
Then extended times of not seeing it. Stuck in the character, the thought story, quick anger at small silly things which don't go "my" way.
In spite of being unable to find "I" as anything other than a thought, there is always a sense that I AM. Existence, here, now. This sense is of course wholly subjective and there is nothing outside of it with which to see it objectively AS what I am. Impossible. I see this, in fact the realisation of it some years ago had me laughing quietly for days. The eye can't see the eye. What is sought is what is seeking. Of course!
I have probably read far too much on the subject for far too long. Decades. Bogged down for years with practices, disciplines, meditation - all a bit slapdash if I'm honest. Plenty of doubt - how can it be possible that the truth is hidden, let alone requires all this ludicrous man-made contorting and posturing to get to? Like wading through endless mud in thick fog on the strength of a promise of sunlit pastures just a little farther on. Hah!
If truth exists, THIS must be it. How could it not be - since here it is! The problem MUST be with perception of this.
Then meeting Tony Parsons, of whom I had never heard previously, had a real impact. I knew he was onto something. Instinctively I knew I was recognising something true. Then down the advaita rabbit hole I went, Leo Hartong, Sailor Bob, John Wheeler, dozens more.
Then along came Jed McKenna. Wonderful. So refreshing. Such a ring of truth. Such a relief.
So close it hurts. But never the cigar. Give it all up. What's the bloody point.
But of course it wont give up its victims, the search, the seeking monster.
I'm tired of it.
I also now fear that true seeing of no self, with no doubts, is just not on the cards for this one.
I no longer know anything except I exist. Whatever "I" might be - this certainty of being, AM-ness, is undeniable. I'd have to exist to deny I exist! It does seem that whatever I am, or whatever is appearing as me, consciousness, awareness, being, can only ever be an absolute mystery. Nothing outside of it to "find" it.
I mean, I'm laughing now, knowing this must be true.
But there's still a sense of separation. Plainly there's confusion here, lack of clarity..
Any chance of a good shake from someone who can see the problem here..?
Thanks in anticipation. Bit of a rant, I know...
I know that there is no one here, or anywhere, "doing" anything - or rather, probably I believe it, since it seems to come and go. Not infrequently the knowing of this brings a great sense of lightness; and every time this truth is remembered - laughter, recognition. But can this just be about remembering...? Surely not.
Moments of uncaused joy in this life from time to time, ease of being.
Then extended times of not seeing it. Stuck in the character, the thought story, quick anger at small silly things which don't go "my" way.
In spite of being unable to find "I" as anything other than a thought, there is always a sense that I AM. Existence, here, now. This sense is of course wholly subjective and there is nothing outside of it with which to see it objectively AS what I am. Impossible. I see this, in fact the realisation of it some years ago had me laughing quietly for days. The eye can't see the eye. What is sought is what is seeking. Of course!
I have probably read far too much on the subject for far too long. Decades. Bogged down for years with practices, disciplines, meditation - all a bit slapdash if I'm honest. Plenty of doubt - how can it be possible that the truth is hidden, let alone requires all this ludicrous man-made contorting and posturing to get to? Like wading through endless mud in thick fog on the strength of a promise of sunlit pastures just a little farther on. Hah!
If truth exists, THIS must be it. How could it not be - since here it is! The problem MUST be with perception of this.
Then meeting Tony Parsons, of whom I had never heard previously, had a real impact. I knew he was onto something. Instinctively I knew I was recognising something true. Then down the advaita rabbit hole I went, Leo Hartong, Sailor Bob, John Wheeler, dozens more.
Then along came Jed McKenna. Wonderful. So refreshing. Such a ring of truth. Such a relief.
So close it hurts. But never the cigar. Give it all up. What's the bloody point.
But of course it wont give up its victims, the search, the seeking monster.
I'm tired of it.
I also now fear that true seeing of no self, with no doubts, is just not on the cards for this one.
I no longer know anything except I exist. Whatever "I" might be - this certainty of being, AM-ness, is undeniable. I'd have to exist to deny I exist! It does seem that whatever I am, or whatever is appearing as me, consciousness, awareness, being, can only ever be an absolute mystery. Nothing outside of it to "find" it.
I mean, I'm laughing now, knowing this must be true.
But there's still a sense of separation. Plainly there's confusion here, lack of clarity..
Any chance of a good shake from someone who can see the problem here..?
Thanks in anticipation. Bit of a rant, I know...