No-one has ever experienced unconsciousness for even a moment. There is zero first-person evidence for it’s existence.
Consciousness is always present. It’s only the content that changes, comes and goes.
You are that consciousness.
No-one has ever experienced unconsciousness for even a moment. There is zero first-person evidence for it’s existence.
Consciousness is always present. It’s only the content that changes, comes and goes.
You are that consciousness.
It’s always interesting how destructive expectations can beParticularly in the event that reality fails to meet them That’s the secretHave low to no expectationsAnd if reality happens and you feel demoralised by itThen it’s a sure sign there are expectations present It’s better to take each step as it comesAnd not get ahead of oneself…
The human world is all concepts made manifest. You can’t look at a human construction without recognising its conceptual basis. But what of the constructions of nature? Who’s conceptions are they?
For those who seek Truth And leave the dream circus behind The Self is liberation All pointings are imperfect But when the Self wishes to be known Who could stop it? What could obscure it? Likewise The seeker is helpless to see What is right under their nose Hidden in plain sight As the Seer…
Trust Trust God Trust the Absolute Trust Life Trust consciousness Trust yourself Whether it’s Him or Her or It or I It doesn’t matter how we conceive of the Transcendent Supreme Just trust that the ‘Power Greater Than Ourselves’ is at work In all things And although those things and those workings May be beyond…
Buddhism has this notion of Dharma Gates. It means that there are ways of entering into this primordial state of freedom and joy. And what’s important is that these gates are plentiful, diverse and always present and available in every moment. In other words, paradise is right here and now if only you’d ‘enter into…
Use your words, they say. But recently I saw a sunset that was so sublime words couldn’t even get near it. The subtlety of colour and form of the endlessly changing expressionist painting in the sky, the deftest touch, the impossibly tender sensibility of the creator. There’s really nothing I could say that could begin…