Ready
Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 1:01 am
Hi, my name's Jackson. West coast USA. For the last two years I've been all over the place (mentally speaking) starting with psychedelics which kickstarted me into reading the Tao De Ching, Buddhist sutras, then going on one of those 10-day Goenka retreats, where, thank Whoever, someone clued me into Jed McKenna and Adyashanti. Went through a lot of their stuff, and a bit of UG Krishnamurti and Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj (thanks for having such easy names to spell dudes). I guess Gateless must have popped in my Amazon recs after that. I've been looking through the site, the threads and videos for a couple weeks now, honestly a little too chicken to take the next step I guess, of having someone help me with direct pointing. Probably because it seems to work.
At each step on this journey, I've found something to blow my mind, something to chew on (and then spit out of course!). I'm certain now that whatever this body-mind complex is, it's nothing like what I had always unquestioningly assumed it was. The ego is a sham, a silly joke that language has played on virtually all of humanity. I'm sure that there exists no combination of words or thoughts, no teaching or method, that can do anything more than vaguely describe true reality. Heck, maybe I'm most of the way through this thing, and just have some shred of selfness hanging onto the edge of that proverbial cliff.
My major questions seem to have shifted from is there an "I" (NO, although the structure is still there, nobody's home) to scarier things like does there exist such things as choice, free will and decisions? As I cannot control, stop, or influence my thoughts, it follows that the same is true for actions and choices. But are actions even a consequence of thought, or does acting simply happen while thought creates a tempest in a teacup and pretends it has something to do with it all? What is it in me thats not accepting this? What is left to give up or be surrendered? I don't know. *I* am not here, but I'm not quite *there* yet.
Even just writing this now I can feel the truth of it, but it's either too subtle or too terrifying to stare right into. All I see when I try is fear, but it's fear of what? Of losing my framework of time and space, self and other. And behind that fear...nothing that I can see. Just layers of automatic protection, jolts of adrenaline, sleepiness, anger. Seemingly anything to keep from me from looking right at it. But then again, there is no one here to be looking for anything! So...so what then?
Well hopefully thats enough rambling to get me started on here. You all seem fantastic and are likely performing the greatest service it is possible for one being to give another (not that you're giving or doing anything, but y'all know what I mean). So thanks in advance and lets get rolling!
At each step on this journey, I've found something to blow my mind, something to chew on (and then spit out of course!). I'm certain now that whatever this body-mind complex is, it's nothing like what I had always unquestioningly assumed it was. The ego is a sham, a silly joke that language has played on virtually all of humanity. I'm sure that there exists no combination of words or thoughts, no teaching or method, that can do anything more than vaguely describe true reality. Heck, maybe I'm most of the way through this thing, and just have some shred of selfness hanging onto the edge of that proverbial cliff.
My major questions seem to have shifted from is there an "I" (NO, although the structure is still there, nobody's home) to scarier things like does there exist such things as choice, free will and decisions? As I cannot control, stop, or influence my thoughts, it follows that the same is true for actions and choices. But are actions even a consequence of thought, or does acting simply happen while thought creates a tempest in a teacup and pretends it has something to do with it all? What is it in me thats not accepting this? What is left to give up or be surrendered? I don't know. *I* am not here, but I'm not quite *there* yet.
Even just writing this now I can feel the truth of it, but it's either too subtle or too terrifying to stare right into. All I see when I try is fear, but it's fear of what? Of losing my framework of time and space, self and other. And behind that fear...nothing that I can see. Just layers of automatic protection, jolts of adrenaline, sleepiness, anger. Seemingly anything to keep from me from looking right at it. But then again, there is no one here to be looking for anything! So...so what then?
Well hopefully thats enough rambling to get me started on here. You all seem fantastic and are likely performing the greatest service it is possible for one being to give another (not that you're giving or doing anything, but y'all know what I mean). So thanks in advance and lets get rolling!