one conductor

this little vessel made of sand and stone – this shape that reforms itself anew at each moment – is but a moving pictogram, struck, as they all are, by the light of the origin. cascading waves of desert grain create, in the blink of the eye, a remnant of perception; a bare shift of energy within the creator’s reality. what remains after the glimpse of eternal being is that same sandstone: ever refining, ever deepening, ever opening – a dance of mind and body coagulating into the varying forms of Life’s celebration.

the wry musculature of this formed body asks for release…and simultaneously yearns to be rebuilt, a construction project built on the grounds of peace. It is a failing attempt to contain the multitudes of feeling within – failing because any container will soon overflow where Love is concerned. 

In this little corner of the infinite, I – although which I, I don’t know – learn somehow to play this instrument with a little more precision and a little more grace, to tune in to the harmonic symphony of the absolute where we all all played by the same Conductor. The conductor is fully in charge, and in fact he too is the only one musician with a million faces and a million bows. We could say he works through our bodies and minds as we learn to live in greater harmony with what is here, and all we can do is to truly disappear – to become transparent to him – to rest as our self and allow his work to be done.

Some Thoughts on the Collective Unconscious

the waking state mind is like a narrow film of seemingly concentrated objectivity, i.e. through these human minds we typically only have a thin view of the goings on here, our attention firmly attracted to the seeming density of objects. however, this objective denseness is only an assumption – through the investigation of the substance of what is here, this denseness dissolves into subtler and subtler fields, the mind becoming more and more transparent to the reality from which objects arise. in other words, through relaxation into the ‘space’ of consciousness all aspects of our perceiving, the seeming density of perceivable mentations becomes looser and less fixed, and even the waking state can become invisibly permeable to deeper realms of Mind-at-Large. these deeper realms are shared perhaps by a collective space acting behind the scenes, a realm wherein objects are only half-formed and have not yet broken through the veil of the viewable transcript of what is known in waking. creative inspiration and deep, vivid dreams are two examples of the arisings of information from a deeper realm of mind.

it is sometimes called the collective unconscious, not because it’s ultimately unconscious, but because we typically don’t have access to it in the waking state – it’s more like the ‘collectively unattended’. it is possible that our actions and thoughts and perhaps all our endeavours are informed by deeper realms of Mind to which we have no perceivable access, but when distinct material arises from this deeper well-spring it comes with the stamp of primordial, perhaps archetypal creativity. so it’s not that you can ‘see’ the collective unconscious, as per the limits of the waking state, but that what streams into this waking state can be ideas not bound to the rigid patterning of our typical mentations. the human mind has its limits of attention – but the objects arising within this attention can be informed by deeper realms as we relax into presence and openness.

Freedom Within

Is it possible that this very consciousness that is perceiving in this moment is completely free? Free from the feelings – pleasant or unpleasant – of a body, its up and downs, pains and enjoyments, moods and emotions, even the raw sensations that pulse along throughout the states. Free from the thoughts – the buzz of the mind, the projected self-image, the internal dialogue, even thoughts about the truth. And free from the world – not limited to these five human senses but ‘sensing’ itself in a dimension not quite known to man but rather, man being known through it. Is it possible that we are simply playing this game of being people – and yet we have made these bodies out of our own substance and the world they play in too, while all along we watch happily as the person lives it out, set within. Is it possible that the substance of our being is completely intimate with all seeming things, that nothing arises that is not chosen by It? This Being, this Consciousness, has not for one moment parted itself from its home. It has always been, resting in itself, contemplating itself, loving itself, being itself. This knowing, with which you know yourself and out of which all appearances are made is Freedom…

Birdfeed

The world within often draws me towards itself – to leave the cares of moving life behind and to rejoin the eternal. There, I find a jewel that I cannot give away. I might well share it if I could. I would make of it an offering, but it’s stuck in my lungs and hands and all the rest. All I can do is Be it. In the moment, it’s just this sweet sense of Being, and these words, a gesture of gratitude with my attempt at a little stamp of light.

Maybe I’ll spend the morning with the geese that hang out near here, fearless creatures they are. They stroll along busy streets causing a mess and don’t care much about the drivers who gets chuffed along the way. Sometimes I think: I am but a bird singing my song for the simple joy of singing it, not (necessarily) to attract a mate, however, just because it’s my thing. That’s a nice image, but today, I think I’d like to be a goose walking in front of traffic, for the simple joy of charting my own course, not (necessarily) to stump anyone or cause a rift, but just because I’m alive. Let’s not get too romantic about it.

There is more here than just the endless inner world, or at least, I’ll give myself, as bird-feed, the illusion that there is, and touch hands to face under the breaking light of day.

The Path to Reality

This is what I think the path is, at least the first stretch. Really it’s the path to the path, the path to the initiation, but it’s the part of the spiritual journey you hear about the most. It’s not the end, it’s really just a new beginning, but there’s a path towards it, and this is how I see it these days:

First of all…

It isn’t a theoretical path. It’s an experiential one. It isn’t really a path for the mind, it’s a path to what’s beyond the mind. (Which has always been, but you have to realize it, and that’s what happens.) It’s not a path for the mind but it has to be communicated somehow, and words, and the thoughts they form, are the quickest means to deconstruct belief systems, it seems.

That’s what this part of the path is about, it’s a big rug-pull under the kitchen table holding your Big Belief Sandwich.

The reason, by the way, people write about non-duality (hopefully): is not to advance some grand scheme or theory for the mind but in a deconstructive sense – to deconstruct what was previously held to be true, for the one reason that there are beliefs we hold about reality (namely, that we are separate from it) that cause us suffering.

With that said, the path to the path beyond suffering is, in fact, very simple:
you just have to realize the reality of your awareness.

It’s always been real. It doesn’t become more real or less real. Nothing happens to it. It’s just, first, you realize ‘Hey, awareness is real’.

What do I mean by real?

I mean, that you know that you are aware, with 100% certainty. Always have been. Any time you check, awareness is there. And everything else, you don’t know, this might be a dream, but the awareness part is real.

You know you are aware. I am aware, awareness is real.

Then you’re sitting under a gate (a gateless gate), that says ‘Awareness is Real’ in gold letters above. And you sit there for a while, knowing full well that awareness is not a body, or a mind, or a world, having no idea where else to go. And eventually the gate opens and you’re pulled in and when you look back up at the gold letters above, they’re flipped around from this side and now they say:

‘Reality is Awareness’.

Or whatever words come to you that signify The Infinite-Eternal Self, which is actually more like a silence than gold letters, but there you have the limits of blogs.

This is all figurative, by the way, the words are just pointers and can be replaced any number of ways. There’s no literal gate, but somehow you’re still taken to the other side of your preconceptions.

You discover, in your own way, that awareness and reality are synonymous. There’s only One, one awareness, one reality, one indivisible Self, and You are That.

Awareness is real, Reality is Awareness. It’s just about realizing the reality of your awareness.

The truth is, this is always the way it’s been:

Our reality has always been awareness, we just think and feel that we’re separate from it when we’re not. We are always That, The One Being seeming to take many forms.

The good news is that the ticket through the gate is the Love of the Truth, and the other good news is that the gate is a gateless one. You, awareness, are already in your steady Home,

the place beyond time and space where we all

(ALL of us)

meet, in the end.