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The Electrodynamics of Consciousness

When light sees itself, no longer is

there any evidence of light,

for light at the speed of light is timeless

and spaceless, and in this manifestly

impossible world of congregation

and weight, light has always been massless, and you,

in truth, have always been light.

 

sr.04.11

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Reblogged from pbburton

To think about “yourself” is to split into the thinker and the thought-about. What is divided by such a process will not be undivided.

Thinking and thought have made an artificial world based on division. Nature, heart, feeling, silence ~ these are closer to the real.

“Thought” is a cyborg implant. You must think what we think you must.

True intelligence is that power which protects inner silence and freedom *from* thought.

When you are certain all parallel lines meet in the infinite, there is nothing to worry about.

To be Self is the infinite. Duality does not so much “hinder” as keep the mind busy. Just look busy and enjoy Life inside.

The eternal is always recruiting secret agents. It’s a Life.

The aim of our revolution is bliss for all and the destruction of suffering. Are you in?

Abjure possession. To possess is to be possessed. It all ends up in bed with Linda Blair. Spirit is not to grasp but To Be.

That which contains every opposite is the only agency and power. You are That.

Distrust any attempt to define You.

Unless you can clearly see the fault lines, you cannot avoid the abyss.

If something is wrong then immediately make it right. Opinions about it are empty.

The true religion is what comes out of the Heart and not what sits on the head.

@Phil_B108 on Twitter (via pbburton)

Nisargadatta’s Way

No effort can take you there, only the clarity of understanding. Trace your misunderstandings and abandon them, that is all.

There is nothing to seek and find, for there is nothing lost. Relax and watch the ‘I am’. Reality is just behind it.

Keep quiet, keep silent; it will emerge, or, rather, it will take you in.

Nisargadatta Maharaj [I Am That ch-99]

Nisargadatta on Schools, Gurus, & Seekers:

Each seeker accepts, or invents, a method which suits him, applies it to himself with some earnestness and effort, obtains results according to his temperament and expectations, casts them into the mound of words, builds them into a system, establishes a tradition and begins to admit others into his ‘school of Yoga’. It is all built on memory and imagination. No such school is valueless, nor indispensable; in each one can progress up to the point, when all desire for progress must be abandoned to make further progress possible. Then all schools are given up, all effort ceases; in solitude and darkness the vast step is made which ends ignorance and fear forever.

The true teacher, however, will not imprison his disciple in a prescribed set of ideas, feelings and actions; on the contrary, he will show him patiently the need to be free from all ideas and set patterns of behaviour, to be vigilant and earnest and go with life wherever it takes him, not to enjoy or suffer, but to understand and learn. Under the right teacher the disciple learns to learn, not to remember and obey. Satsang, the company of the noble, does not mould, it liberates. Beware of all that makes you dependent. Most of the so-called ‘surrenders to the Guru’ end in disappointment, if not in tragedy. Fortunately, an earnest seeker will disentangle himself in time, the wiser for the experience.

Nisargadatta Maharaj [I Am That; ch-92]
Pip in the Open Sea:
In three minutes, a whole mile of shoreless ocean was between Pip and Stubb. Out from the centre of the sea, poor Pip turned his crisp, curling, black head to the sun, another lonely castaway, though the loftiest and the brightest.
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Now, in calm weather, to swim in the open ocean is as easy to the practised swimmer as to ride in a spring-carriage ashore. But the awful lonesomeness is intolerable. The intense concentration of self in the middle of such a heartless immensity, my God! who can tell it?
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By the merest chance the ship itself at last rescued him; but from that hour the little negro went about the deck an idiot; such, at least, they said he was. The sea had leeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul. Not drowned entirely, though. Rather carried down alive to wondrous depths, where strange shapes of the unwarped primal world glided to and fro before his passive eyes; and the miser-merman, Wisdom, revealed his hoarded heaps; and among the joyous, heartless, ever-juvenile eternities, Pip saw the multitudinous, God-omnipresent, coral insects, that out of the firmament of waters heaved the colossal orbs. He saw God’s foot upon the treadle of the loom, and spoke it; and therefore his shipmates called him mad. So man’s insanity is heaven’s sense; and wandering from all mortal reason, man comes at last to that celestial thought, which, to reason, is absurd and frantic; and weal or woe, feels then uncompromised, indifferent as his God.
~Herman Melville [Moby Dick ch-93]

Nisargadatta on Meditation

Meditation is a deliberate attempt to pierce into the higher states of consciousness and finally go beyond it. The art of meditation is the art of shifting the focus of attention to ever subtler levels, without losing one’s grip on the levels left behind. In a way it is like having death under control.

One begins with the lowest levels: social circumstances, customs and habits; physical surroundings, the posture and the breathing of the body, the senses, their sensations and perceptions; the mind, its thoughts and feelings; until the entire mechanism of personality is grasped and firmly held.

The final stage of meditation is reached when the sense of identity goes beyond the ‘I-am-so-and-so’, beyond ‘so-I-am’, beyond ‘I-am-the-witness-only’, beyond ‘there-is’, beyond all ideas into the impersonally personal pure being.

But you must be energetic when you take to meditation. It is definitely not a part-time occupation. Limit your interests and activities to what is needed for you and your dependents’ barest needs. Save all your energies and time for breaking the wall your mind had built around you. Believe me, you will not regret.

At the end of your meditation all is known directly, no proofs whatsoever are required. Just as every drop of the ocean carries the taste of the ocean, so does every moment carry the taste of eternity. Definitions and descriptions have their place as useful incentives for further search, but you must go beyond them into what is undefinable and indescribable, except in negative terms.

After all, even universality and eternity are mere concepts, the opposites of being place and time-bound. Reality is not a concept, nor the manifestation of a concept. It has nothing to do with concepts. Concern yourself with your mind, remove its distortions and impurities.

Once you had the taste of your own self, you will find it everywhere and at all times. Therefore, it is so important that you should come to it. Once you know it, you will never lose it.

But you must give yourself the opportunity through intensive, even arduous meditation. Give your heart and mind to brooding over the ‘I am’, what is it, how is it, what is its source, its life, its meaning. It is very much like digging a well. You reject all that is not water, till you reach the life-giving spring.

Nisargadatta Maharaj [I Am That]
Both poetry and mysticism spring from the depths of the soul beyond the senses, but whereas the poet seeks to embody his experience of this inner mystery in words and images, the mystic seeks to go beyond word and thought to experience the hidden mystery from which all words and thoughts are derived. Bede Griffiths [Pathways to the Supreme]
Poetry can, indeed, help to bring us rapidly through that early part of the journey to contemplation that is called active; but when we are entering the realm of true contemplation, where eternal happiness is tasted in anticipation, poetic intuition may ruin our rest in God “beyond all images.”

A man should remain at the same time a mystic and a poet and ascend to the greatest heights of poetic creation and of mystical prayer without any evident contradiction between them.
Thomas Merton [Poetry and Contemplation: A Reappraisal]
Poetic experience brings the poet back to the hidden place, at the single root of the powers of the soul, where the entire subjectivity is, as it were, gathered in a state of expectation and virtual creativity. Into this place he enters, not by any effort of voluntary concentration, but by a recollection, fleeting as it may be, of all the senses, and a kind of unifying repose which is like a natural grace, a primordial gift, but to which he has to consent, and which he can cultivate, first of all by removing obstacles and silencing concepts….In such a spiritual contact of the soul with itself, all the sources are touched together, and the first obligation of the poet is to respect the integrity of this original experience. Any systematic denial of any of the faculties involved would be a sort of self-mutilation. Poetry cannot be reduced to a mere gushing forth of images separated from intelligence, any more than to a discursus of logical reason… Jacques Maritain [Creative Intuition in Art and Poetry]
Meditating an action is different from doing it. To do, there must be a doer, a self-conscious someone performing. When you meditate an action, you have already released all thoughts, even the thought, ‘I’ There’s no ‘you’ left to do it. In forgetting yourself, you become what you do, so your action is free, spontaneous, without ambition, inhibition, or fear. Dan Millman