Sunday, March 31, 2013

In spite of what your parents told you

If you hear the message for the first time:

You are not the person you believe yourself to be

it seems just words,  strange,  maybe too abstract.

And yet if you investigate a little,  
you will find out that it is true.  
In spite of what your parents, society, 
everyone around you
seems to have instilled in you.:
You are not a person.

You are a perceiving capacity.

And this is your experience if you investigate,
if you actually want to find out if this is true.

Go to your actual experience,  right now.
Not to the mind,  not to the reasoning.

Perceiving is on going at all times.
Sights,  smells,  tastes, sounds,
sensations, thoughts and feelings.

Information coming into this Space at all times
This aware space.
Even the perception of a person,  this body mind
is noticed.

By whom?

It sees,
but can itself not be seen.
It notices everything
but is itself invisible.

It is identification with being a person which makes
one feel limited and separate.

As soon as the identification drops
( through simply investigating your own experience )
and one knows oneself to be a perceiving capacity,
one becomes aware that one is and always have been
this limitless aware Something
in which all takes place.

If you are interested..
find out.

Early morning sunlight
dancing through the windows

a dripping tap

crows, pigeons,  

tree pies and peacocks

a coppersmith
bird singing all around

the stone floor cool 
beneath the feet.

the blinking lights of the modem

some stumbling sounds from
the neighbors house

signs of appetite
and a thought of coffee and breakfast appearing.

Noticing,  perceiving
ongoing at all times
by no one in particular.

It is just seeing things as they are


  1. There are five, large, mature pine trees with mast-like trunks bearing branches and needles you can only see if you twist your head upwards and lean forwards, bringing your eyes nearer the window. The trunks themselves are robed in creeping ivy whose spade-sized leaves are crinkled, green, elongated hearts. Every morning, when I check my email, I look at them. This morning, I actually see them; after reading your writing, I see them and greet them, gladly, as though I were seeing them for the first time. Which feels strange because I seem to have disappeared - me - leaving justappeared - tree.

    If this is what you intended, giving someone the frisson of seeing something for the first time, then this is what you have accomplished for someone in Baguio City, Philippines.

    It was odd to see your profile, sparse as it is: the photo of a blond, blue-eyed, Northern European, female face, with a scattering of Tagalog text beside it.

    Good morning from me and the amplified Inglesia ni Cristo congregation I can hear (it being Thursday). Have a nice day!

  2. Dear quillancamper,
    Only now, ( 9 May ), i saw your comment,
    yes indeed, it is just the seeing, always new, as if for
    the first time..
    The person is only an addition which blocks the immediacy..
    Something to experiment with, to notice.
    All the best..