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Stillness is your essential nature.
What is stillness?
The inner space or awareness
in which the words on this page are being perceived
and become thoughts.
Without that awareness,
there would be no perception,
no thoughts, no world.
You are that awareness,
disguised as a person.
Eckhart Tolle
Unknown Man: The Mysterious Birth of a New Species
Yatri
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btw: what am I?narcissus, molded from memories ...
Invariably the
internal answer will be autobiographical – an identity based on the
past. It will be a description of a continuity from childhood through
adolescence to adulthood which is all past memory and no longer
exists. Memory is the mirror and we live on the wrong side.
[In the absence of an autobiographical answer, one often offers an
ideological one – like "A child of God" or "I am that I am." Ideas are
the mirror here, and we are still on the wrong side.]
Seldom will anyone answer the question of "Who am
I?" with:
"I appear to be the process of reading
this page."
How did the sense of a continuing "I," the ego,
arise?
Consider the brain as a memory machine, either
storing the memories physically within itself or acting as apparatus
which tunes into a memory field.
The very first moment consciousness identifies with
even one memory in the brain machine the floodgates swing open and the
entire contents of memories pours through. This is the moment when
there is a sudden awareness of "past." A moment before there was an
absolute Here and Now, a "birth with no past" and a "death with
no future," then suddenly those twin aspects of one unity divided. On
one side was a memory of a "being" in the past and on the other was a
future with the possibility of that being "ceasing to be."
When past is separated from future we enter a new
world of time. We have sprung the trap upon ourselves. It is the panic
recoil from the terrifying possibility of a "death without future" which
splits the here/now, severs man from the unity of the whole and sends
him hurtling into a false mirrored world of illusions.
Man becomes a historical animal preoccupied
with the past and the future, and here we encounter the strangest of
paradoxes. From what we hear from the sages we exist out of time. When
asked what heaven would be like Christ replied, "There shall be time no
longer." We exist in eternity, but our new false identity can only
exist in time. The historical idea [or any other idea] of the self, the
ego, requires a constant re-living of memories in order to sustain a
continuity of its own. It is only aware of itself as a repeatedly
up-dated autobiography. The ego does not actually exist – it is an
illusion of continuity.
You cannot smell, see, taste, hear or touch either
the past or the future. In order to create a sense that it does exist,
however, it is first necessary to forget the here and now. We all do
this with the full approval of the whole social structure. We have
managed to set up an ego image of ourselves to adore and cherish. This
Narcissus is molded from the memories. These non-material ideas are of
course immune to death for they are abstract and therefore
incorruptible.
To the conventional ego, the false passport, is
built up from an edited picture album of our past. That version often
seems far more real than we are in the present moment. That is because
here/now we are in a constant flux and flow, but what we have been
is nicely and securely fixed. The false identity is frozen throughout
time, a final static noun. And just because it is unchanging we become
more clearly identified with that identity than we do with the real
living, moment-to-moment entity.
In order to support the new false self we have to
become more and more identified with the past, with old knowledge and
fixed belief systems which continue to bolster up our historical selves.
And we
forget there was ever anything else.
Yatri: Unknown Man: Mysterious Birth of a New Species
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adyashanti
advaita
awakening
chuang-tzu
eckhart tolle
hui-neng
j krishnamurti
ken wilber
meditation
nisargadatta maharaj
nondual
perspectives
original face
the eyeless eye
seeing without shadows
wei wu wei
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