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The following I wrote several years ago, and am including it herebecause I see it having relevance to the notion of a senseof " me " :I had always had a sense of " innerness " , a sense of a " center "

within. Then at one point it struck me that my sense of centercould be an assumption, not a fact. I suddenly realized thatthat assumption created a sense of inner/outer, of a " me " insideand of a " world " outside. With that realization I was able to

" let go " of that assumption. With that letting go consciousnessbecame as a point that was everywhere at once. There was no longeran " outside " . Everything was included in that expanded sense of

spaceless presence. It was as if the " subjective geometry " of experience became radically simpler, indeed as if there were nogeometry at all!At this point in time it continues much the same. For example, at

this moment consciousness is dispersed as a sparklng aliveness " everywhere " . There is a brightness that imbues everything andno sense of location anywhere within that expanded brightness.There is also no sense of boundary or " end " .

I do experience a sense of " within " at times, but in an odd sortof way, as there is no sense of " without " and no sense of any " point " within the " within " . It is more a heartful sense of

pure energy-awareness-love pouring out from a fathomless source " within " and expanding without bound.I find it interesting to note that the above last paragraph is no longer true.The previous paragraph that speaks of " sparkling aliveness everywhere "

now applies virtually all of the time (the exception being rare brief periods where there is a sense of " flow " in the field of awareness).My conjecture is that many, perhaps even most, people tend to assume

some kind of imaginary boundary that separates " them " from " the world " ,and with that a sense of center (of some sort) . Said " boundary " and " center " are only imaginary (as illustrated in my story above), but they

have a " virtual existence " in that they function as " strange attractors " ofa sort. That is, even if something is only imaginary, it can have effects.So, to conclude, I am suggesting that the so-called " me " is in effect an

imaginary center that functions as a kind of strange attractor suchthat experience (data) is ordered with respect to it. In other words, allthe requisite features of a so-called " me " .Bill

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Nisargadatta , Bill Rishel <illusyn wrote:

>

> The following I wrote several years ago, and am including it here

> because I see it having relevance to the notion of a sense

> of " me " :

>

> I had always had a sense of " innerness " , a sense of a " center "

> within. Then at one point it struck me that my sense of center

> could be an *assumption*, not a fact. I suddenly realized that

> that assumption created a sense of inner/outer, of a " me " inside

> and of a " world " outside. With that realization I was able to

> " let go " of that assumption. With that letting go consciousness

> became as a point that was everywhere at once. There was no longer

> an " outside " . Everything was included in that expanded sense of

> spaceless presence. It was as if the " subjective geometry " of

> experience became radically simpler, indeed as if there were no

> geometry at all!

>

> At this point in time it continues much the same. For example, at

> this moment consciousness is dispersed as a sparklng aliveness

> " everywhere " . There is a brightness that imbues everything and

> no sense of *location *anywhere within that expanded brightness.

> There is also no sense of boundary or " end " .

>

> I do experience a sense of " within " at times, but in an odd sort

> of way, as there is no sense of " without " and no sense of any

> " point " within the " within " . It is more a heartful sense of

> pure energy-awareness-love pouring out from a fathomless source

> " within " and expanding without bound.

>

> I find it interesting to note that the above last paragraph is no longer

> true.

> The previous paragraph that speaks of " sparkling aliveness everywhere "

> now applies virtually all of the time (the exception being rare brief

> periods

> where there is a sense of " flow " in the field of awareness).

>

> My conjecture is that many, perhaps even most, people tend to assume

> some kind of imaginary boundary that separates " them " from " the world " ,

> and with that a sense of *center *(of some sort) . Said " boundary " and

> " center " are only imaginary (as illustrated in my story above), but they

> have a " virtual existence " in that they function as " strange attractors " of

> a sort. That is, even if something is only imaginary, it can have *effects*.

>

> So, to conclude, I am suggesting that the so-called " me " is in effect an

> imaginary center that functions as a kind of *strange attractor *such

> that experience (data) is ordered with respect to it. In other words, all

> the requisite features of a so-called " me " .

>

>

> Bill

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

two referent and relevant episodes from Merrell-Woff:

 

1.

" I had been sitting in a porch swing, reading as previously stated. Ahead of the

sequence in the book, I turned to the section devoted to " Liberation, " as I

seemed to feel an especial hunger for this. I covered the material quickly and

it all seemed very clear and satisfactory. Then, as I sat afterward dwelling in

thought upon the subject just read, suddenly it dawned upon me that a common

mistake made in higher mediation---i.e., meditation for Liberation---is the

seeking for a subtle object of Recognition, in other words, something that could

be experienced. Of course, I had long known the falseness of this position

theoretically, yet had failed to recognize it.

 

At once, I dropped expectation of having anything happen. Then, with eyes open

and no sense stopped in functioning---hence no trance---I abstracted the

subjective moment---the " I AM " or " Atman " element---from the totality of the

objective consciousness manifold. Upon this I focused. Naturally, I found what,

from the relative point of view, is Darkness and Emptiness. But I Realized It as

Absolute Light and Fullness and that I was That. Of course, I cannot tell what

IT was in Its own nature. The relative forms of consciousness inevitably distort

nonrelative consciousness.

 

Presently I felt the Ambrosia-quality in the breath with the purifying

benediction that it casts over the whole personality, even including the

physical body. I found myself above the universe, not in the sense of leaving

the physical body and being taken out in space, but in the sense of being above

space, time, and causality. My karma seemed to drop away from me as an

individual responsibility. I felt intangibly, yet wonderfully, free. I sustained

the universe and was not bound by it. Desires and ambitions grew perceptibly

more and more shadowy. All worldly honors were without power to exalt me.

Physical life seemed undesirable.

 

Repeatedly, through the days that followed, I was in a state of deep brooding,

thinking thoughts that were so abstract that there were no concepts to represent

them. I seemed to comprehend a veritable library of Knowledge, all less concrete

than the most abstract mathematics. The personality rested in a gentle glow of

happiness, but while it was very gentle, yet it was so potent as to dull the

keenest sensuous delight. Likewise the sense of world-pain was absorbed. I

looked, as it were, over the world, asking: " what is there of interest here?

What is there worth doing? "

 

Since that day I have been repeatedly in the Current of Ambrosia. Often I turn

to It with the ease of a subtle movement of thought. Sometimes It breaks out

spontaneously. "

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2

" After retiring last night I lay awake for some time. My mind, instead of being

calm, as has been its dominant quality during the last month, was rather

agitated...I first became aware of being enveloped in an extraordinary State of

Consciousness when I found myself seemingly surrounded by, and interpenetrated

through and through with, a quality for which there is no adequate word but

which is most nearly represented by calling it " Satisfaction. " I do not simply

mean that the State was satisfactory. It was Satisfaction...He who is enveloped

in this Satisfaction is in need of nothing whatsoever to satisfy him. The

Satisfaction I realized is a real and substantial Existence prior to all

experiencing.

 

Throughout this whole experience and the following more profound state, the

egoistic or subject-object consciousness was actively present. It was present,

however, as a witness on the sidelines, while all about and through and through

there was an immeasurably vaster Consciousness.

 

How long the state of complete Satisfaction continued I do not know, save that

it was for a protracted interval as measured in terms of objective

consciousness. But as time went on there was a gradual dimming, or fusing, or

being enveloped, on the part of the Satisfaction, by another and considerably

more profound state. The only expression that reasonably well represents this

higher State is the term " High Indifference. " Along with this was a sense of

simply tremendous Authority. It was an Authority of such stupendous Majesty as

to reduce the power all Caesars relatively to the level of insects.

 

In this State I was not enveloped with satisfaction, but there was no feeling,

in connection with that fact, of something having been lost. Literally, I now

had no need of Satisfaction. "

 

 

 

 

like that...

 

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Nisargadatta , Bill Rishel <illusyn wrote:

>

> The following I wrote several years ago, and am including it here

> because I see it having relevance to the notion of a sense

> of " me " :

>

> I had always had a sense of " innerness " , a sense of a " center "

> within. Then at one point it struck me that my sense of center

> could be an *assumption*, not a fact. I suddenly realized that

> that assumption created a sense of inner/outer, of a " me " inside

> and of a " world " outside. With that realization I was able to

> " let go " of that assumption. With that letting go consciousness

> became as a point that was everywhere at once. There was no longer

> an " outside " . Everything was included in that expanded sense of

> spaceless presence. It was as if the " subjective geometry " of

> experience became radically simpler, indeed as if there were no

> geometry at all!

>

> At this point in time it continues much the same. For example, at

> this moment consciousness is dispersed as a sparklng aliveness

> " everywhere " . There is a brightness that imbues everything and

> no sense of *location *anywhere within that expanded brightness.

> There is also no sense of boundary or " end " .

>

> I do experience a sense of " within " at times, but in an odd sort

> of way, as there is no sense of " without " and no sense of any

> " point " within the " within " . It is more a heartful sense of

> pure energy-awareness-love pouring out from a fathomless source

> " within " and expanding without bound.

>

> I find it interesting to note that the above last paragraph is no longer

> true.

> The previous paragraph that speaks of " sparkling aliveness everywhere "

> now applies virtually all of the time (the exception being rare brief

> periods

> where there is a sense of " flow " in the field of awareness).

>

> My conjecture is that many, perhaps even most, people tend to assume

> some kind of imaginary boundary that separates " them " from " the world " ,

> and with that a sense of *center *(of some sort) . Said " boundary " and

> " center " are only imaginary (as illustrated in my story above), but they

> have a " virtual existence " in that they function as " strange attractors " of

> a sort. That is, even if something is only imaginary, it can have *effects*.

>

> So, to conclude, I am suggesting that the so-called " me " is in effect an

> imaginary center that functions as a kind of *strange attractor *such

> that experience (data) is ordered with respect to it. In other words, all

> the requisite features of a so-called " me " .

>

>

> Bill

 

two referent and relevant episodes from Merrell-Woff:I am very grateful to you for sharing these passages, Bob.It was roughly three decades ago that I read, A Passage Through to Space.[did I get that right?]

I loved the book at the time, but later felt oddly fuzzy about whathe had said. But I recall # 2 below, and especially the referenceto High Indifference. Very interesting to be reminded of it here.[more below]

 

1.

" I had been sitting in a porch swing, reading as previously stated.

Ahead of the sequence in the book, I turned to the section devoted to

" Liberation, " as I seemed to feel an especial hunger for this. I

covered the material quickly and it all seemed very clear and

satisfactory. Then, as I sat afterward dwelling in thought upon the

subject just read, suddenly it dawned upon me that a common mistake

made in higher mediation---i.e., meditation for Liberation---is the

seeking for a subtle object of Recognition, in other words, something

that could be experienced. Of course, I had long known the falseness of

this position theoretically, yet had failed to recognize it.

At once, I dropped expectation of having anything happen. Then, with

eyes open and no sense stopped in functioning---hence no trance---I

abstracted the subjective moment---the " I AM " or " Atman " element---from

the totality of the objective consciousness manifold. Upon this I

focused. Naturally, I found what, from the relative point of view, is

Darkness and Emptiness. But I Realized It as Absolute Light and

Fullness and that I was That. Of course, I cannot tell what IT was in

Its own nature. The relative forms of consciousness inevitably distort

nonrelative consciousness.

Presently I felt the Ambrosia-quality in the breath with the purifying

benediction that it casts over the whole personality, even including

the physical body. I found myself above the universe, not in the sense

of leaving the physical body and being taken out in space, but in the

sense of being above space, time, and causality. My karma seemed to

drop away from me as an individual responsibility. I felt intangibly,

yet wonderfully, free. I sustained the universe and was not bound by

it. Desires and ambitions grew perceptibly more and more shadowy. All

worldly honors were without power to exalt me. Physical life seemed

undesirable.

Repeatedly, through the days that followed, I was in a state of deep

brooding, thinking thoughts that were so abstract that there were no

concepts to represent them. I seemed to comprehend a veritable library

of Knowledge, all less concrete than the most abstract mathematics. The

personality rested in a gentle glow of happiness, but while it was very

gentle, yet it was so potent as to dull the keenest sensuous delight.

Likewise the sense of world-pain was absorbed. I looked, as it were,

over the world, asking: " what is there of interest here? What is there

worth doing? "

Since that day I have been repeatedly in the Current of Ambrosia. Often

I turn to It with the ease of a subtle movement of thought. Sometimes

It breaks out spontaneously. "

2

" After retiring last night I lay awake for some time. My mind, instead

of being calm, as has been its dominant quality during the last month,

was rather agitated...I first became aware of being enveloped in an

extraordinary State of Consciousness when I found myself seemingly

surrounded by, and interpenetrated through and through with, a quality

for which there is no adequate word but which is most nearly

represented by calling it " Satisfaction. " I do not simply mean that the

State was satisfactory. It was Satisfaction...He who is enveloped in

this Satisfaction is in need of nothing whatsoever to satisfy him. The

Satisfaction I realized is a real and substantial Existence prior to

all experiencing.

Throughout this whole experience and the following more profound state,

the egoistic or subject-object consciousness was actively present. It

was present, however, as a witness on the sidelines, while all about

and through and through there was an immeasurably vaster Consciousness.

How long the state of complete Satisfaction continued I do not know,

save that it was for a protracted interval as measured in terms of

objective consciousness. But as time went on there was a gradual

dimming, or fusing, or being enveloped, on the part of the

Satisfaction, by another and considerably more profound state. The only

expression that reasonably well represents this higher State is the

term " High Indifference. " Along with this was a sense of simply

tremendous Authority. It was an Authority of such stupendous Majesty as

to reduce the power all Caesars relatively to the level of insects.

In this State I was not enveloped with satisfaction, but there was no

feeling, in connection with that fact, of something having been lost.

Literally, I now had no need of Satisfaction. " But the portion that I especially find interesting this time around is that last small paragraph.It says something that I have so often despaired of expressing...

Just now a new way to express it presents: A " bliss " in which there is no feeling of bliss.I could even say a " bliss " that is devoid of any attributes, is without qualities.And if someone should  reply to that: " But then how do you know or decide that it is 'bliss'? "

I could only reply, " Darned if I know! " Perhaps you can see the relation to what he says about satisfaction?Yeah, it's like some kind of transformation where subsequently there areno " mount points " for any verbalizations, if that makes any sense.

Huge thanks for posting this Bob.I'm thrilled.Bill

like that...

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> Yeah, it's like some kind of transformation where subsequently there are

> no " mount points " for any verbalizations, if that makes any sense.

>

> Huge thanks for posting this Bob.

> I'm thrilled.

> Bill

>

>

> like that...

>

> .b b.b.

>

 

 

I read Franklin Merrill Wolfe's books so many times they fell apart.

 

:-)

 

Sankara was his primary inspiration.

 

One of the men who has come for a visit studied in Big Pine with Wolfe when he

was alive.

 

He has a lot of wonderful stories.

 

He says that the group still meets but apparently has lost their focus.

 

 

 

 

 

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Nisargadatta , Bill Rishel <illusyn wrote:

>

> Nisargadatta <Nisargadatta%40>, Bill

> Rishel <illusyn@> wrote:

> >

> > The following I wrote several years ago, and am including it here

> > because I see it having relevance to the notion of a sense

> > of " me " :

> >

> > I had always had a sense of " innerness " , a sense of a " center "

> > within. Then at one point it struck me that my sense of center

> > could be an *assumption*, not a fact. I suddenly realized that

> > that assumption created a sense of inner/outer, of a " me " inside

> > and of a " world " outside. With that realization I was able to

> > " let go " of that assumption. With that letting go consciousness

> > became as a point that was everywhere at once. There was no longer

> > an " outside " . Everything was included in that expanded sense of

> > spaceless presence. It was as if the " subjective geometry " of

> > experience became radically simpler, indeed as if there were no

> > geometry at all!

> >

> > At this point in time it continues much the same. For example, at

> > this moment consciousness is dispersed as a sparklng aliveness

> > " everywhere " . There is a brightness that imbues everything and

> > no sense of *location *anywhere within that expanded brightness.

> > There is also no sense of boundary or " end " .

> >

> > I do experience a sense of " within " at times, but in an odd sort

> > of way, as there is no sense of " without " and no sense of any

> > " point " within the " within " . It is more a heartful sense of

> > pure energy-awareness-love pouring out from a fathomless source

> > " within " and expanding without bound.

> >

> > I find it interesting to note that the above last paragraph is no longer

> > true.

> > The previous paragraph that speaks of " sparkling aliveness everywhere "

> > now applies virtually all of the time (the exception being rare brief

> > periods

> > where there is a sense of " flow " in the field of awareness).

> >

> > My conjecture is that many, perhaps even most, people tend to assume

> > some kind of imaginary boundary that separates " them " from " the world " ,

> > and with that a sense of *center *(of some sort) . Said " boundary " and

> > " center " are only imaginary (as illustrated in my story above), but they

> > have a " virtual existence " in that they function as " strange attractors "

> of

> > a sort. That is, even if something is only imaginary, it can have

> *effects*.

> >

> > So, to conclude, I am suggesting that the so-called " me " is in effect an

> > imaginary center that functions as a kind of *strange attractor *such

> > that experience (data) is ordered with respect to it. In other words, all

> > the requisite features of a so-called " me " .

> >

> >

> > Bill

>

> two referent and relevant episodes from Merrell-Woff:

>

> I am very grateful to you for sharing these passages, Bob.

> It was roughly three decades ago that I read, *A Passage Through to Space*.

> [did I get that right?]

> I loved the book at the time, but later felt oddly fuzzy about what

> he had said. But I recall # 2 below, and especially the reference

> to High Indifference. Very interesting to be reminded of it here.

> [more below]

>

> 1.

> " I had been sitting in a porch swing, reading as previously stated. Ahead of

> the sequence in the book, I turned to the section devoted to " Liberation, "

> as I seemed to feel an especial hunger for this. I covered the material

> quickly and it all seemed very clear and satisfactory. Then, as I sat

> afterward dwelling in thought upon the subject just read, suddenly it dawned

> upon me that a common mistake made in higher mediation---i.e., meditation

> for Liberation---is the seeking for a subtle object of Recognition, in other

> words, something that could be experienced. Of course, I had long known the

> falseness of this position theoretically, yet had failed to recognize it.

>

> At once, I dropped expectation of having anything happen. Then, with eyes

> open and no sense stopped in functioning---hence no trance---I abstracted

> the subjective moment---the " I AM " or " Atman " element---from the totality of

> the objective consciousness manifold. Upon this I focused. Naturally, I

> found what, from the relative point of view, is Darkness and Emptiness. But

> I Realized It as Absolute Light and Fullness and that I was That. Of course,

> I cannot tell what IT was in Its own nature. The relative forms of

> consciousness inevitably distort nonrelative consciousness.

>

> Presently I felt the Ambrosia-quality in the breath with the purifying

> benediction that it casts over the whole personality, even including the

> physical body. I found myself above the universe, not in the sense of

> leaving the physical body and being taken out in space, but in the sense of

> being above space, time, and causality. My karma seemed to drop away from me

> as an individual responsibility. I felt intangibly, yet wonderfully, free. I

> sustained the universe and was not bound by it. Desires and ambitions grew

> perceptibly more and more shadowy. All worldly honors were without power to

> exalt me. Physical life seemed undesirable.

>

> Repeatedly, through the days that followed, I was in a state of deep

> brooding, thinking thoughts that were so abstract that there were no

> concepts to represent them. I seemed to comprehend a veritable library of

> Knowledge, all less concrete than the most abstract mathematics. The

> personality rested in a gentle glow of happiness, but while it was very

> gentle, yet it was so potent as to dull the keenest sensuous delight.

> Likewise the sense of world-pain was absorbed. I looked, as it were, over

> the world, asking: " what is there of interest here? What is there worth

> doing? "

>

> Since that day I have been repeatedly in the Current of Ambrosia. Often I

> turn to It with the ease of a subtle movement of thought. Sometimes It

> breaks out spontaneously. "

>

> 2

> " After retiring last night I lay awake for some time. My mind, instead of

> being calm, as has been its dominant quality during the last month, was

> rather agitated...I first became aware of being enveloped in an

> extraordinary State of Consciousness when I found myself seemingly

> surrounded by, and interpenetrated through and through with, a quality for

> which there is no adequate word but which is most nearly represented by

> calling it " Satisfaction. " I do not simply mean that the State was

> satisfactory. It was Satisfaction...He who is enveloped in this Satisfaction

> is in need of nothing whatsoever to satisfy him. The Satisfaction I realized

> is a real and substantial Existence prior to all experiencing.

>

> Throughout this whole experience and the following more profound state, the

> egoistic or subject-object consciousness was actively present. It was

> present, however, as a witness on the sidelines, while all about and through

> and through there was an immeasurably vaster Consciousness.

>

> How long the state of complete Satisfaction continued I do not know, save

> that it was for a protracted interval as measured in terms of objective

> consciousness. But as time went on there was a gradual dimming, or fusing,

> or being enveloped, on the part of the Satisfaction, by another and

> considerably more profound state. The only expression that reasonably well

> represents this higher State is the term " High Indifference. " Along with

> this was a sense of simply tremendous Authority. It was an Authority of such

> stupendous Majesty as to reduce the power all Caesars relatively to the

> level of insects.

>

> In this State I was not enveloped with satisfaction, but there was no

> feeling, in connection with that fact, of something having been lost.

> Literally, I now had no need of Satisfaction. "

>

> But the portion that I especially find interesting this time around is that

> last small paragraph.

> It says something that I have so often despaired of expressing...

> Just now a new way to express it presents: A " bliss " in which there is

> no *feeling

> of bliss.*

> I could even say a " bliss " that is devoid of any attributes, is without

> qualities.

> And if someone should reply to that: " But then how do you know or decide

> that it is 'bliss'? "

> I could only reply, " Darned if I *know*! "

> Perhaps you can see the relation to what he says about satisfaction?

>

> Yeah, it's like some kind of transformation where subsequently there are

> no " mount points " for any verbalizations, if that makes any sense.

>

> Huge thanks for posting this Bob.

> I'm thrilled.

> Bill

>

>

> like that...

>

> .b b.b.

 

 

i'm glad you liked it Bill.

 

the tome you're thinking of was entitled:

 

" Pathways Through To Space "

 

i was a slight acquaintance..

 

and more seriously a student of FMW.

 

i was yet young in those days.

 

also not so far in the past i communicated..

 

with his daughter Dorothea..

 

His " Consciousness Without an Object " ..

 

is still one of my all time faves.

 

i return again and again to those pages.

 

when attended to " properly " ..

 

a profound sense of insouciance ensues..

 

then... " deepening " ...

 

an Adumbration of Identity and Presence.

 

in like manner..Merrell's " talks " would oftentimes..

 

" infect " me (and many " others " )..

 

with the same Radiance and Certainty and Absorption.

 

i miss him and yet...

 

no words.

 

 

..b b.b.

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Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain wrote:

>

>

> > Yeah, it's like some kind of transformation where subsequently there are

> > no " mount points " for any verbalizations, if that makes any sense.

> >

> > Huge thanks for posting this Bob.

> > I'm thrilled.

> > Bill

> >

> >

> > like that...

> >

> > .b b.b.

> >

>

>

> I read Franklin Merrill Wolfe's books so many times they fell apart.

>

> :-)

>

> Sankara was his primary inspiration.

>

> One of the men who has come for a visit studied in Big Pine with Wolfe when he

was alive.

>

> He has a lot of wonderful stories.

>

> He says that the group still meets but apparently has lost their focus.

>

>

>

>

>

> toombaru

 

 

what was the man's name and in what years was he at Lone Pine?

 

i may very well have met this fellow.

 

yes the groupings are not at all the same as in the day.

 

with Franklin and Sharifa life was Grand!

 

still IS.

 

:-)

 

..b b.b.

 

p.s.

 

as well as Shankara a lot could be said..

 

(and Franklin would not deny this i assure you)..

 

of the influence and depth that mathematics played..

 

in his thought.

 

far more indeed if you will than his early occult leanings..

 

in Theosophy etc.

 

what a guy!

 

..b b.b.

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Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote:

>

> Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain@> wrote:

> >

> >

> > > Yeah, it's like some kind of transformation where subsequently there are

> > > no " mount points " for any verbalizations, if that makes any sense.

> > >

> > > Huge thanks for posting this Bob.

> > > I'm thrilled.

> > > Bill

> > >

> > >

> > > like that...

> > >

> > > .b b.b.

> > >

> >

> >

> > I read Franklin Merrill Wolfe's books so many times they fell apart.

> >

> > :-)

> >

> > Sankara was his primary inspiration.

> >

> > One of the men who has come for a visit studied in Big Pine with Wolfe when

he was alive.

> >

> > He has a lot of wonderful stories.

> >

> > He says that the group still meets but apparently has lost their focus.

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> > toombaru

>

>

> what was the man's name and in what years was he at Lone Pine?

>

> i may very well have met this fellow.

>

> yes the groupings are not at all the same as in the day.

>

> with Franklin and Sharifa life was Grand!

>

> still IS.

>

> :-)

>

> .b b.b.

>

 

 

 

 

His name is Tom Kelly.

 

He also spent years with Jan Cox Atlanta.

 

Very nice company indeed.

 

:-)

 

 

I used to drive by Big Pine on ski trips to Mammoth.

 

I would look up that beautiful canyon and wonder.

 

 

 

 

toombaru

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Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote:

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> Nisargadatta , Bill Rishel <illusyn@> wrote:

> >

> > Nisargadatta <Nisargadatta%40>, Bill

> > Rishel <illusyn@> wrote:

> > >

> > > The following I wrote several years ago, and am including it here

> > > because I see it having relevance to the notion of a sense

> > > of " me " :

> > >

> > > I had always had a sense of " innerness " , a sense of a " center "

> > > within. Then at one point it struck me that my sense of center

> > > could be an *assumption*, not a fact. I suddenly realized that

> > > that assumption created a sense of inner/outer, of a " me " inside

> > > and of a " world " outside. With that realization I was able to

> > > " let go " of that assumption. With that letting go consciousness

> > > became as a point that was everywhere at once. There was no longer

> > > an " outside " . Everything was included in that expanded sense of

> > > spaceless presence. It was as if the " subjective geometry " of

> > > experience became radically simpler, indeed as if there were no

> > > geometry at all!

> > >

> > > At this point in time it continues much the same. For example, at

> > > this moment consciousness is dispersed as a sparklng aliveness

> > > " everywhere " . There is a brightness that imbues everything and

> > > no sense of *location *anywhere within that expanded brightness.

> > > There is also no sense of boundary or " end " .

> > >

> > > I do experience a sense of " within " at times, but in an odd sort

> > > of way, as there is no sense of " without " and no sense of any

> > > " point " within the " within " . It is more a heartful sense of

> > > pure energy-awareness-love pouring out from a fathomless source

> > > " within " and expanding without bound.

> > >

> > > I find it interesting to note that the above last paragraph is no longer

> > > true.

> > > The previous paragraph that speaks of " sparkling aliveness everywhere "

> > > now applies virtually all of the time (the exception being rare brief

> > > periods

> > > where there is a sense of " flow " in the field of awareness).

> > >

> > > My conjecture is that many, perhaps even most, people tend to assume

> > > some kind of imaginary boundary that separates " them " from " the world " ,

> > > and with that a sense of *center *(of some sort) . Said " boundary " and

> > > " center " are only imaginary (as illustrated in my story above), but they

> > > have a " virtual existence " in that they function as " strange attractors "

> > of

> > > a sort. That is, even if something is only imaginary, it can have

> > *effects*.

> > >

> > > So, to conclude, I am suggesting that the so-called " me " is in effect an

> > > imaginary center that functions as a kind of *strange attractor *such

> > > that experience (data) is ordered with respect to it. In other words, all

> > > the requisite features of a so-called " me " .

> > >

> > >

> > > Bill

> >

> > two referent and relevant episodes from Merrell-Woff:

> >

> > I am very grateful to you for sharing these passages, Bob.

> > It was roughly three decades ago that I read, *A Passage Through to Space*.

> > [did I get that right?]

> > I loved the book at the time, but later felt oddly fuzzy about what

> > he had said. But I recall # 2 below, and especially the reference

> > to High Indifference. Very interesting to be reminded of it here.

> > [more below]

> >

> > 1.

> > " I had been sitting in a porch swing, reading as previously stated. Ahead of

> > the sequence in the book, I turned to the section devoted to " Liberation, "

> > as I seemed to feel an especial hunger for this. I covered the material

> > quickly and it all seemed very clear and satisfactory. Then, as I sat

> > afterward dwelling in thought upon the subject just read, suddenly it dawned

> > upon me that a common mistake made in higher mediation---i.e., meditation

> > for Liberation---is the seeking for a subtle object of Recognition, in other

> > words, something that could be experienced. Of course, I had long known the

> > falseness of this position theoretically, yet had failed to recognize it.

> >

> > At once, I dropped expectation of having anything happen. Then, with eyes

> > open and no sense stopped in functioning---hence no trance---I abstracted

> > the subjective moment---the " I AM " or " Atman " element---from the totality of

> > the objective consciousness manifold. Upon this I focused. Naturally, I

> > found what, from the relative point of view, is Darkness and Emptiness. But

> > I Realized It as Absolute Light and Fullness and that I was That. Of course,

> > I cannot tell what IT was in Its own nature. The relative forms of

> > consciousness inevitably distort nonrelative consciousness.

> >

> > Presently I felt the Ambrosia-quality in the breath with the purifying

> > benediction that it casts over the whole personality, even including the

> > physical body. I found myself above the universe, not in the sense of

> > leaving the physical body and being taken out in space, but in the sense of

> > being above space, time, and causality. My karma seemed to drop away from me

> > as an individual responsibility. I felt intangibly, yet wonderfully, free. I

> > sustained the universe and was not bound by it. Desires and ambitions grew

> > perceptibly more and more shadowy. All worldly honors were without power to

> > exalt me. Physical life seemed undesirable.

> >

> > Repeatedly, through the days that followed, I was in a state of deep

> > brooding, thinking thoughts that were so abstract that there were no

> > concepts to represent them. I seemed to comprehend a veritable library of

> > Knowledge, all less concrete than the most abstract mathematics. The

> > personality rested in a gentle glow of happiness, but while it was very

> > gentle, yet it was so potent as to dull the keenest sensuous delight.

> > Likewise the sense of world-pain was absorbed. I looked, as it were, over

> > the world, asking: " what is there of interest here? What is there worth

> > doing? "

> >

> > Since that day I have been repeatedly in the Current of Ambrosia. Often I

> > turn to It with the ease of a subtle movement of thought. Sometimes It

> > breaks out spontaneously. "

> >

> > 2

> > " After retiring last night I lay awake for some time. My mind, instead of

> > being calm, as has been its dominant quality during the last month, was

> > rather agitated...I first became aware of being enveloped in an

> > extraordinary State of Consciousness when I found myself seemingly

> > surrounded by, and interpenetrated through and through with, a quality for

> > which there is no adequate word but which is most nearly represented by

> > calling it " Satisfaction. " I do not simply mean that the State was

> > satisfactory. It was Satisfaction...He who is enveloped in this Satisfaction

> > is in need of nothing whatsoever to satisfy him. The Satisfaction I realized

> > is a real and substantial Existence prior to all experiencing.

> >

> > Throughout this whole experience and the following more profound state, the

> > egoistic or subject-object consciousness was actively present. It was

> > present, however, as a witness on the sidelines, while all about and through

> > and through there was an immeasurably vaster Consciousness.

> >

> > How long the state of complete Satisfaction continued I do not know, save

> > that it was for a protracted interval as measured in terms of objective

> > consciousness. But as time went on there was a gradual dimming, or fusing,

> > or being enveloped, on the part of the Satisfaction, by another and

> > considerably more profound state. The only expression that reasonably well

> > represents this higher State is the term " High Indifference. " Along with

> > this was a sense of simply tremendous Authority. It was an Authority of such

> > stupendous Majesty as to reduce the power all Caesars relatively to the

> > level of insects.

> >

> > In this State I was not enveloped with satisfaction, but there was no

> > feeling, in connection with that fact, of something having been lost.

> > Literally, I now had no need of Satisfaction. "

> >

> > But the portion that I especially find interesting this time around is that

> > last small paragraph.

> > It says something that I have so often despaired of expressing...

> > Just now a new way to express it presents: A " bliss " in which there is

> > no *feeling

> > of bliss.*

> > I could even say a " bliss " that is devoid of any attributes, is without

> > qualities.

> > And if someone should reply to that: " But then how do you know or decide

> > that it is 'bliss'? "

> > I could only reply, " Darned if I *know*! "

> > Perhaps you can see the relation to what he says about satisfaction?

> >

> > Yeah, it's like some kind of transformation where subsequently there are

> > no " mount points " for any verbalizations, if that makes any sense.

> >

> > Huge thanks for posting this Bob.

> > I'm thrilled.

> > Bill

> >

> >

> > like that...

> >

> > .b b.b.

>

>

> i'm glad you liked it Bill.

>

> the tome you're thinking of was entitled:

>

> " Pathways Through To Space "

>

> i was a slight acquaintance..

>

> and more seriously a student of FMW.

>

> i was yet young in those days.

>

> also not so far in the past i communicated..

>

> with his daughter Dorothea..

>

> His " Consciousness Without an Object " ..

>

> is still one of my all time faves.

>

> i return again and again to those pages.

>

> when attended to " properly " ..

>

> a profound sense of insouciance ensues..

>

> then... " deepening " ...

>

> an Adumbration of Identity and Presence.

>

> in like manner..Merrell's " talks " would oftentimes..

>

> " infect " me (and many " others " )..

>

> with the same Radiance and Certainty and Absorption.

>

> i miss him and yet...

>

> no words.

>

>

> .b b.b.

>

 

>>> His " Consciousness Without an Object " ..

 

I remember being intrigued by that title, but

didn't come across the book itself.

 

It was the " without an object " that intrigued

me.

 

Bill

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Nisargadatta , " billrishel " <illusyn wrote:

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snipped some wonderful diaglogue...

 

 

> >>> His " Consciousness Without an Object " ..

>

> I remember being intrigued by that title, but

> didn't come across the book itself.

>

> It was the " without an object " that intrigued

> me.

>

> Bill

>

 

 

Perhaps it has something to do with finding the

objector has nothing further to object to.

 

Sort of like: " Tag, you're it. "

 

~A

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Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana wrote:

>

> Nisargadatta , " billrishel " <illusyn@> wrote:

> >

>

>

> snipped some wonderful diaglogue...

>

>

> > >>> His " Consciousness Without an Object " ..

> >

> > I remember being intrigued by that title, but

> > didn't come across the book itself.

> >

> > It was the " without an object " that intrigued

> > me.

> >

> > Bill

> >

>

>

> Perhaps it has something to do with finding the

> objector has nothing further to object to.

>

> Sort of like: " Tag, you're it. "

>

> ~A

 

 

the object is a project of a projection as objection.

 

the objection IS projection

 

no one behind the projector...

 

no producer nor director

 

no screen projected on/for.

 

subjected as a subjective It is infective and collective.

 

whilst all through and through and in and out and below as above..

 

no subject is when no object is.

 

It " stars " no one.

 

It commands no price save sacrifice..

 

of self and other as subject and object.

 

the Alpha and Omega is not a supplement.

 

no addendum

 

nil desperandum

 

..b b.b.

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Nisargadatta , " billrishel " <illusyn wrote:

>

 

snipped some wonderful diaglogue...

 

> >>> His " Consciousness Without an Object " ..

>

> I remember being intrigued by that title, but

> didn't come across the book itself.

>

> It was the " without an object " that intrigued

> me.

>

> Bill

>

 

Perhaps it has something to do with finding the

objector has nothing further to object to.

 

Sort of like: " Tag, you're it. "

 

~A------my view at that time was that there are no " objects " in reality,a view I continue to have today. It intrigued me becausethe title suggested it was from a point of view I could wellrelate to, and in those days there was not so much expressing

such a viewpoint.Bill

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Nisargadatta , Bill Rishel <illusyn wrote:

>

> Nisargadatta <Nisargadatta%40>,

> " billrishel " <illusyn@> wrote:

> >

>

> snipped some wonderful diaglogue...

>

>

> > >>> His " Consciousness Without an Object " ..

> >

> > I remember being intrigued by that title, but

> > didn't come across the book itself.

> >

> > It was the " without an object " that intrigued

> > me.

> >

> > Bill

> >

>

> Perhaps it has something to do with finding the

> objector has nothing further to object to.

>

> Sort of like: " Tag, you're it. "

>

> ~A

> ------

> my view at that time was that there are no " objects " in reality,

> a view I continue to have today. It intrigued me because

> the title suggested it was from a point of view I could well

> relate to, and in those days there was not so much expressing

> such a viewpoint.

>

> Bill

>

 

 

It's interesting, Bill...

 

I've been mulling over the way I am here now.... everything perfectly

applied and/or denied, seen and/or unseen, known and/or unknown.

 

So, after all is said and done, who am I?

 

The exact same me, with layers added, layers removed.

 

Much Love.

 

~A

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Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana wrote:

>

> Nisargadatta , Bill Rishel <illusyn@> wrote:

> >

> > Nisargadatta <Nisargadatta%40>,

> > " billrishel " <illusyn@> wrote:

> > >

> >

> > snipped some wonderful diaglogue...

> >

> >

> > > >>> His " Consciousness Without an Object " ..

> > >

> > > I remember being intrigued by that title, but

> > > didn't come across the book itself.

> > >

> > > It was the " without an object " that intrigued

> > > me.

> > >

> > > Bill

> > >

> >

> > Perhaps it has something to do with finding the

> > objector has nothing further to object to.

> >

> > Sort of like: " Tag, you're it. "

> >

> > ~A

> > ------

> > my view at that time was that there are no " objects " in reality,

> > a view I continue to have today. It intrigued me because

> > the title suggested it was from a point of view I could well

> > relate to, and in those days there was not so much expressing

> > such a viewpoint.

> >

> > Bill

> >

>

>

> It's interesting, Bill...

>

> I've been mulling over the way I am here now.... everything perfectly

> applied and/or denied, seen and/or unseen, known and/or unknown.

>

> So, after all is said and done, who am I?

>

> The exact same me, with layers added, layers removed.

>

> Much Love.

>

> ~A

 

 

stageless and changless..

 

nothing ever changes..

 

" Nothing " never changes.

 

it's really not a paradox.

 

..b b.b.

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Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana wrote:

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> Nisargadatta , Bill Rishel <illusyn@> wrote:

> >

> > Nisargadatta

<Nisargadatta%40>,

> > " billrishel " <illusyn@> wrote:

> > >

> >

> > snipped some wonderful diaglogue...

> >

> >

> > > >>> His " Consciousness Without an Object " ..

> > >

> > > I remember being intrigued by that title, but

> > > didn't come across the book itself.

> > >

> > > It was the " without an object " that intrigued

> > > me.

> > >

> > > Bill

> > >

> >

> > Perhaps it has something to do with finding the

> > objector has nothing further to object to.

> >

> > Sort of like: " Tag, you're it. "

> >

> > ~A

> > ------

> > my view at that time was that there are no " objects " in reality,

> > a view I continue to have today. It intrigued me because

> > the title suggested it was from a point of view I could well

> > relate to, and in those days there was not so much expressing

> > such a viewpoint.

> >

> > Bill

> >

>

>

> It's interesting, Bill...

>

> I've been mulling over the way I am here now.... everything perfectly

> applied and/or denied, seen and/or unseen, known and/or unknown.

>

> So, after all is said and done, who am I?

>

> The exact same me, with layers added, layers removed.

>

> Much Love.

>

> ~A

>

 

Oh... so you are not so forgetful as I, Anna.

 

I could never keep track of all that.

 

If I need a designated driver, maybe I call you?

 

Just one layer at a time already maxes me out.

 

And I never have any idea where it came from.

 

Gee... I just get started noticing a layer

is there and it is changing already...or

I've lost track of it... where did it go?

.... perhaps you can see the problem...

 

I'm in a bit of a tumble...

 

like inside the dryer on slow

in Fluff mode....

 

I start a sentence and never know

how it is going to come out...

 

thoughts are all curliques...

 

don't know what to do with them

so I make funny bracelets and

and mobiles of them.

 

In this way I pass the time.

 

 

Bill

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