Reality isn’t conscious. That would imply a conscious subject aware of an object. Reality is conscious-ness. There is no second.
Experientially we find the subject has no object other than itself. We can find no point of separation between so-called subject and object.
The universal subjective. The Self knowing Itself.
Descriptions, descriptions. These are just words. A conceptual commentary spontaneously appearing as part of the display of consciousness.
Who knows it?
Sometimes it’s hard to remain unattached. The secret is to release as you notice it and keep doing it. Patiently, repeatedly, endlessly if necessary. It’s that willingness to let go when you see you’re grasping, contracting, resisting. The practice is notice and release or notice and return. Or even notice and allow. There’s no…
Awakened mind has no prescriptions, only descriptions. But since the world at large is dualistic, we have to translate much of what we hear into non-personal terms. So doing becomes happening. And moral or spiritual injunctions become the recognition and description of our nature and tendencies rather than actions we take as autonomous individuals.
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…
Among other things, spiritual awakening is the trigger for radical release, the popped cork that frees up the suppressed energetics held in place by the egoic self. So post-awakening there can often be — but not always — a strong and sometimes lengthy release of embodied trauma. Many people experience this to varying degrees, but…
We don’t know what we’re going to do or what’s going to happen. We can only speculate. It’s knowing that we don’t know that’s the trick. And it might be that this constitutes powerlessness. But it also amounts to freedom from the need to control. There’s this deep mystery around what we ‘choose’ to do….