I am your sensory organ
Gautama Buddha lived 2500 years ago in India.
All that I can find is just a bunch of sensations arising and passing away on their own.
Some of these sensations are strongly believed to be some entity called ‘me’ that always was and always will be here.
I find it from direct experience, that when I repeatedly say that I don’t like some quality in somebody, most often it means I don’t like this exact quality in myself.
This quality belongs to some of my shadow sub-personalities. I fear that I have this quality and I…
There is only this moment. This. Now. Nothing else.
Do you see it? Hear it? Smell it? Taste it? Feel it? Yes, yes, now.
This moment can be experienced completely, with openness, curiosity, not knowing. Raw, fresh, true.
We can make statements of three kinds.
This is beautiful/ugly for me, I like/dislike this.
It was a long (and winding) road, but we finally are in Pai, a quiet and beautiful small town in northern Thailand.
Life is shared meaning. Shared meaning is Life.
What’s the meaning of Life? To become more alive.
That’s probably it. For me. For now.
As always, it can get better, can get worse or stay the same.
We were thinking lately about the meaning of the verb “to have”. What exactly does it mean to have something?
Let’s start right with examples.
I exist and can make free choices.
Who am I?
I am a finite perspective on the infinite Reality. I am that through which Reality discovers and perfects itself.
You are the highest authority on your experience. No one can fully know what it is and how it feels but you.
Most people can make pretty good guesses. Some may even notice a thing or two that you miss in your experience.