RE: Silver,come back to us

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--- s_i_l_v_e_r1069 <silver-1069 a

écrit :

 

 

 

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 "

 

P : it is important to make that distinction of

movements, color and geometrical patterns, of thoughts

colliding in one another, of desires conflicting

w/each others,... .and then, the witness:

 

To immerse in the witness, one has to be totally

immobile, because witness himself is a totally

immobile flame of pure attention.

When one is absolutely burned out by the senseless

changes occuring from second to second, one starts to

long for immobility. The witness has become my life

raft, life has been doing a fine job at crushing me

into little pieces, and as I thought it was over,

am being now reduced into powder.

Witness is the only life-source that gives me the

impulse to go on.

 

Patricia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Nisargadatta , OConnor Patricia <gdtige>

wrote:

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> --- s_i_l_v_e_r1069 <silver-1069@h...> a

> écrit :

>

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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 "

>

> P : it is important to make that distinction of

> movements, color and geometrical patterns, of thoughts

> colliding in one another, of desires conflicting

> w/each others,... .and then, the witness:

>

> To immerse in the witness, one has to be totally

> immobile, because witness himself is a totally

> immobile flame of pure attention.

> When one is absolutely burned out by the senseless

> changes occuring from second to second, one starts to

> long for immobility. The witness has become my life

> raft, life has been doing a fine job at crushing me

> into little pieces, and as I thought it was over,

> am being now reduced into powder.

> Witness is the only life-source that gives me the

> impulse to go on.

>

> Patricia

 

Hello. Quite an interesting post there! I like how you refer to the

witness as " a totally immobile flame of pure attention. " That's a

very pretty picture of the witness. The witness is pure attention.

 

What is pure attention? Is it not a sort of looking out onto the

world and seeing the Universal rather than the labeled particular? I

think so. Or something like that.

 

Who knows? It could be. Or not.

 

I don't really think it's all that important, now that I think about

it. I have to admit, though, that sometimes I do pause a movie to

think about what I just saw on the movie screen. When I do that, I

don't realize how much attention I've given that movie. So much so,

that I find myself thinking about nothing really that important. At

least I realize so. Heh, some people don't!

 

Life can sometimes seem cruel and crushing. The appearance of evil

in the world in its various guises makes it so for every one of us.

Humanity shares one thing in common: suffering. Humanity suffers.

Look around. What do we see? What do we read in the newspapers?

What do we watch on TV? What do we hear on the radio? We witness

suffering on a grand scale among the human race. Life is cruel. It

does crush. There's no doubt. There's no denying it. It's in our

face every day. We can pretend like none of it exists or matters but

we know deep down that it does and it affects us deeply.

 

Well, I don't understand any of it. I have no opinion.

 

" Silver "