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Immersed in thought again...lost in outer space. Consumed by

thinking...random nonsense running through head/no-head. Space all

around, filled with thingness...the five elements...including body-

mind. All thoughts...arise for a time and

disappear...vanish...gone. Where do they go? Where do thoughts come

from? How do they arise?

 

Who cares? I really don't.

 

Why ask?

 

Isn't it enough to know that there is thinking happening? And if

there is thinking going on, then there is a thinker behind all the

thinking. Who is this thinker? The Universal Concsiousness comes

knocking at your door and wants to know who occupies this place.

Universal Consciousness is curious to know Who He is. Lol. Ah well,

I'll never get it straight. It's all over my head/no-head anyway.

 

The moth may stumble in darkness

but he violently collides with light.

 

The watcher behind the toughts, who is that? The witness. The

Silent Witness. Allways passionately dispassionate, in the

background. Observing everything quietly. Free of emotion, too. It

watches emotion, detached from its effects. Who is that? Who is

really asking this question?

 

Who cares? I don't.

 

Why ask? I don't know anything.

 

I've lost my mind...and good riddence. It's there in front of me

like any other object in sight. With outer-sight, I see fingers

tapping letters on computer keyboard; with inner-sight, I see mind.

Over there, fingers and keyboard doing something or other; in Here,

mind roaming around aimlessly from one thought to the next. Some

clear and some not. Many disjointed thoughts.

 

I see both simultaneously. I witness mind and body and world. I Am

That To Which all this happens. Nothing could happen without This in

Here to Witness it all.

 

But only when conscious. When unconscious, I witness nothing. I

witness everything when conscious but in point of fact, I remember

very little of what I witness. I forget most of what I witnessed but

I know I was there to witness it because I always Am. Or where do I

go when I'm unconscious? A lapse in memory there, that is all. I

witness nothing but a black hole where once there was something

happening. I think it goes something like that.

 

Oh, why bother trying to figure anything out? I'll never get it.

I'd have to be a child without ego again. A child without ego. Just

looking around at everything. Not misperceiving. Not affected.

Just watching the world in pure innocence, free from judgement. I'd

have to be like that. Like a newborn with a fresh brain.

 

Imagine being like a baby again...really imagine it...close your eyes

and imagine you're a newborn baby. The first thing I notice is my

breathing. Then the sounds my body makes, when I swallow, for

example. Body temperature. I can sense hunger. And when I open my

eyes, I see a jumble of color and an odd mixture of geometrical

shapes.

 

" Silver "