Falling asleep again seems to be common enough in the early stages of the mindshift. But the fact that the dreamer eventually – via the presence of weird discomfort – remembers awake-ness, is evidence that apperception of the Truth has occurred. The energy pattern called brain has changed irrevocably.
The tracks of the past are deep ruts; the partner (if there’s one), the old friends, are still identified with their stories, and they still feature in the daily life of the one-who-remembers. Their stories of feelings, needs, desires, meanings, are revisited on cue. There’s potential distraction in this, for sure.
But if I think I don’t want to be caught in this soporific trap; if I chastise myself for having fallen for it all, again; if I feel I want to be rid of everything that triggers somnolence … I stop and reach for my precious little sanity-saving question:
ummmm . . . who owns that thought?
and maybe another ummmm . . . who owns that thought?
ahhhhhh . . . no one can be found!
How sweet it is, to be just what-is!
2 thoughts on “how sweet it is, to be just what-is!”
“The energy pattern called brain”. I like that bit of reductionism, the inverse of of that other, ‘scientific reductionism’ – so as to put things right; it is more than a poetic licence! A.
Poetic reductionism perhaps, AM? Is there such a thing? Poetry almost seems reductionist by default.
It never occurred to me; just wrote itself down . . . I looked at it and thought: hmmmm nice!