Someone tells me, migraine-wracked me, “It’s all an illusion.”
In spite of vomiting and pain I have to agree, since there’s no suffering happening. I have learned that to avoid, to move away from whatever suchness is presently presenting, is to suffer.
But in the contrary way of unbidden questions something asks, “If the experience of sickness can be said to be an illusion, what’s aware of the illusion; what knows it to be an illusion?”
The Awareingness that’s aware isn’t a thing. And nothing can be found outside of this Awareing-Knowing, so, how could any experience be said to be an illusion or not-an-illusion?
“Don’t overlook the Reality within the illusion!”
said someone very wise
and this is the most powerful and comforting
mind-medicine one can offer