Know Thy Self

Who is the ‘thy’ and who is this ‘self’? Thy cannot be described. Thy is the Mystery. ‘Self’ is all that we think we are, the memories, experiences, thoughts and ideas. Self is ‘created’. It is a result of circumstances, etc.

‘Thy’ is beyond words.

The sun is out this morning, light reflecting on all things, the sunlight is a reflection of the light of consciousness, but of course that light cannot be seen with the eyes, for, that is the light that sees through the eyes.

On my way to work in the mornings, everybody is reading the news. Mostly tabloids, information which will have no impact on their lives whatsoever. The news in London is more entertainment. All news is the past. It is a commentary on something that has already happened. I stopped watching or reading the news a long time ago.

Where is my 10 year old body? The me that was not even aware I had a body! Gone… along with that mind… so it is with my 18 year old body?… gone along with how I used to think of myself at the time… soon this ‘model’ and mind will be gone… what makes me think that I am the same person? It is an illusion, a trick of memory. And what do we remember?

Even that is not factual and yet the holding on to past is what apparently creates our identity, the same identity, which we defend and are afraid of loosing.

It is close to 6pm and it has been a long day, but not without a feeling of complete newness, Now and Now and Now. In a few minutes, I will take a walk along the scenic Thames, enter the London Underground and find myself walking home… and so it is… a leaf dances along a stream, moved by the breeze, caused by the singing of the planets beating as my heart.

Absolute Relative Acceptance

Life is relative, this is a big insight. What we consider as being a bad day, now, could be a lot worse in the next moment, and then the next moment. The same, if we think it is good, what we measure as a good or bad day is relative, it is fleeting. Is there a feeling of equanimity behind the good and bad moments we experience?

Who is the one that experiences the frustrations, anxieties, joys and sorrows of everyday?
(Impersonal) This word implies that there is less communion, or intimacy, or personal contact and yet is this true?

When we are personal, we bring with us our judgments, our ideas, our beliefs, our hopes and our expectations. In fact it seems that, to be ‘personal’ means to be further removed from a person or an event, than to be impersonal.

When you are impersonal, you are free to let the other be… you do not get in the way. To be impersonal to is to be intimate.

The Gift Of Seeking

Your Seeking is a gift. Take care of it, be thankful for it. For, like everything else, it is destined to die

I’ve been searching for Truth, for as long as I can remember. But even before I started to ‘search’, before questions such as ‘Who am I?’ and ‘What am I here for?’ arose, there was the mindless knowing filled with wonder, that all of this is a Mystery.

As I grew older, I wanted an explanation for that Mystery. I read books, joined organisations and followed teachers, all of which, I believed, had the answers to the wordless Mystery that I intuited in my heart. Some of these answers made sense; some others were fascinating insights, especially the metaphysical ones. The rest turned into unquestioned beliefs. My desire to have answers clouded the rays emanating from the Sun of my knowing.

Truth is beyond description, and this is what makes speaking or writing about it so wonderful.  It is a Mystery prior to knowledge and it cannot be captured. We start from a place of not-knowing and then weave a world of descriptions on that, which is essentially the Unknown.

The desire to find or discover the Unknown is what I call seeking – it is an expression of the Mystery.

Authentic seeking reveals what Always IS. As long as you have a mind, you shall seek. Seeking is a function of the mind and that is okay. It is okay to seek. It really is. Your seeking is a gift that breaks the spell of ignorance. It is like a time-bomb, packaged with various colours of wrapping paper. It will lead you, as it must, to the unspoken wonder-filled Mystery that IS this very moment.