Is the world really split into “this” and “that?” Look carefully— background-foreground, here-there, inside-outside center-periphery, me-not me, past-present-future— Are there really discrete “things” or is there only ever this dynamic, seamless continuum?
The reality of experiencing is always here, an effortless explosion of life that can never be switched off. We are never apart from nor is it possible to find anything but this, the ceaseless, ever-changing, unpredictable flow of experiencing, the spontaneous reality of here.
What is reality? Well, we could say that reality is that which is being experienced, the felt sense or presence of that. And what is experience? It is a dynamic, spontaneous, unpredictable apparition of zero duration, yet always present.
Look at anything and ask yourself, “Where am I seeing this?” Listen to any sound. Where is it occurring? Feel any feeling or think any thought and notice where those are arising. Whether we imagine events to be occurring inside or outside the body’s skin line, experience is always experienced, right HERE. Even if we
Who would have guessed that uncertainty which appears at first glance to be so terribly flimsy and unstable would turn out to be the only firm and stable ground we could ever stand upon.
In any given moment, we may not like the particular shape Reality is taking. But the good news is that Reality is always present. Reality (aka, the presence of experiencing) is uninterrupted and continuous even if unfathomably diverse in the ways that it expresses itself. And so there can be no obtaining or losing Reality for there
Our attempts to accurately convey in words or concepts, the staggering complexity, depth and detail contained in every momentary flash of experience is akin to taking an eye dropper of water from a single wave and imagining we have somehow captured the entirety of the sea.
On Saturday, my Mom who had been valiantly battling pancreatic cancer for almost two years took a turn for the worse. It was fairly clear to all of us that day that she wouldn’t be with us for much longer. Sunday was a very rough day for her. But on Monday, she seemed somewhat revitalized.
One way to understand the function of human thought is that it’s a way the organism tries to model reality and through that modeling, make sense of it. Thinking is essentially an interpretive process, a natural functioning of consciousness/intelligence in which mental frameworks are spontaneously generated in an effort to map the territory of our
I used to imagine that I knew what things actually were in some sort of definitive sense. I had certain maps I invoked to make sense of and describe reality, ways of framing either the spiritual path I was on or the one I was inviting others to take up. And while I didn’t see