Dec 7, 2023
In between thoughts there is nothing to understand.
That’s all I know.
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In between thoughts there is nothing to understand.
That’s all I know.
In between thoughts there is nothing to understand.
That’s all I know.
Remember this: WHATEVER you come across in your inner journey, YOU ARE NOT IT.
You are the one who is WITNESSING it. It may be nothingness, it may be blissfulness, it may be silence, but always remember that however beautiful and however enchanting an experience you come across, YOU ARE NOT IT. You are the one who is EXPERIENCING it.
If you go on and on and on, you'll find that the ultimate peak in the journey is the point when there is NO EXPERIENCING LEFT – neither silence, nor blissfulness, nor nothingness. No object; just witnessing. The mirror is empty; it is finally not reflecting anything.
That's you.
(A quote from the Vedas on the Great Work.)
He thought he understood the illusory nature of matter: that forms were different vibratory fields….
…like the sum of dots in a newspaper photo, or the fickle relationship between consenting protons and electrons.
So he kept walking into walls hoping to find a hole in the molecules, a rift in the curtain.
He was an incorporeal wannabe, an optimistic non-local shotgun blast of hope.
A nice, poorly planned addition to the non-local window we installed this summer. The replacement floor is adaptive and the new walls seem pretty much perfect for holding up the roof.
Just finished helping my neighbor install a window for the non-local side of his house.
This is from IKEA's Escher line.
He thought he understood the illusory nature of matter: that forms were different vibratory fields like the sum of the dots in a newspaper photo or the fickle relationship between consenting protons and electrons. But he kept walking into walls hoping to find a hole in the molecules, a rift in the curtain. He’s a discorporeal wannabe, an optimistic non-local shotgun blast of hope.
Keeping busy is important.
Worked on a few projects I'd been procrastinating on for years. Just finished installing a window for the non-local side of the house.
This is from IKEA's Escher line.