I am the space where life goes forth her myriad motions and death recedes with quiet devotion.
What else are we, if not a simple expression of this mysterious consciousness? If we remove the hard shell we call “me” and just observe the feelings, thoughts, actions, life still happens. But the suffering lessens.
The mystery is actually rather simple. Everything happens within awareness, or semantics, consciousness. Matter is then like a dream, seemingly real but not independently real. Not really independent from consciousness. Consider that everything you experience, from the softest inner whisper, to the hard rock falling on your toe, that all of these are simulated by your brain for you to experience. Even though they may seem different levels of real, different levels of manifestation, they are all just presented by the brain (or consciousness). Consciousness doesn’t happen within the body, but rather the body happens within consciousness (or awareness). Matter happens within awareness.
Fully awakened is never true for anyone, firstly because fully is an absolute term for a relative being. Words have that effect to distinguish, here between full and empty. In truth, everything in existence is both full and empty at the same time. Words can not automatically acknowledge that non-dual understanding of reality. We can be relatively more fully awakened or more empty. But everything that comes will go. Only our true nature never comes and will never go. We are already full and complete, when sleeping and when awakened. But every being will always oscillate between fully awakened and sleeping. It is the nature of being. Wouldn’t be fun otherwise. The notion that someone would be finished developing for all eternity is a distortion that is easily suffered from our overly focused plane of reality.
Jesus’ death and resurrection symbolizes that we ALL will transcend death. We are deathlessness itself, we are Brahman, nonseparate from anything in existence.
Today, I’m going to share something rather personal. Recently, my mother lost her twin sister, to whom she was extremely close. It was an unexpected death, and therefore even more devastating. I tried to console her the best I could, as my vision of death is not so final, but for her, that made little difference. My mother is a scientist, and has little inclination towards the ‘spiritual’. Understandably, she only believes in what she sees. She struggled with grief for several months.
Recently, she said to me: “You know, even though everything here reminds me of her, I feel a deep peace in my heart”.
Soul, or consciousness, blossoms like a flower, in its own time. Such ‘openings’ occur without us having to do anything. Some may call them ‘graces’.
We cannot rush spiritual awakening any more than we can rush the blooming of a flower or a fruit. It’s a natural process. We can speed up the ripening of a fruit with artificial hormones, but something would still be lost on the way, and the final product would just not have the necessary maturity to uphold itself.
So the spiritual process requires patience, nurturing and wisdom. Undoubtedly, we all go towards the unfolding of our highest potentiality: unconditional love and peace.
be careful of those who build a life around their thoughts and fiercely guard their own self-made prison.
I love the company of those who always challenge my views. Once we settle for one philosophy or model, our growth is sealed. Here is a wonderful parable about the experience of truth:
“A group of blind men heard that a strange animal, called an elephant, had been brought to the town, but none of them were aware of its shape and form. Out of curiosity, they said: “We must inspect and know it by touch, of which we are capable”. So, they sought it out, and when they found it they groped about it. In the case of the first person, whose hand landed on the trunk, said “This being is like a thick snake”. For another one whose hand reached its ear, it seemed like a kind of fan. As for another person, whose hand was upon its leg, said, the elephant is a pillar like a tree-trunk. The blind man who placed his hand upon its side said the elephant, “is a wall”. Another who felt its tail, described it as a rope. The last felt its tusk, stating the elephant is that which is hard, smooth and like a spear”
The moral of the parable is that humans have a tendency to claim absolute truth based on their limited, subjective experience as they ignore other people’s limited, subjective experiences which may be equally true.
today I may laugh with life tomorrow I may lay with death. I’m friends with both and cannot decide for whom to wear the better dress.
As long as we identify with just our body, death will loom dark and horrifying. And indeed, the body will one day perish. Spiritual practice lets us into the knowing that we are much more than the physical body and we begin to experience ourselves as fluid, unconfined consciousness. This is more of a remembrance, as consciousness is already complete and self-illumined. Who is it that forgot? The busy mind.
In our world, everything is relative to something else – such is the world of dualism: we recognize light by knowing darkness, we know kindness by experiencing cruelty, happiness by knowing sorrow, health by knowing illness, and so on. Taoism makes a point of not having preferences of any one state over the other, as one state can only be known by experiencing the opposite. We always run after those experiences that make us feel good, but how would we know what pleasure is if we didn’t also feel discomfort?
Ultimately, all these states come and go. When good fortune comes our way, we should let it be. When sorrow comes, we should let it be. We suffer more in trying to avoid the pain of sorrow, than by just allowing it to be. Remember, “This too shall pass”.
One benefit of meditation is to train the mind to not be attached and cling to any condition, pleasant or unpleasant. Eventually, it finds rest in a space beyond duality. When we can be comfortable with both pleasure and pain, suffering ceases, and true understanding and enjoyment of life begins.