Try as I might I can no longer separate these three little words: God and Life and I. Which is not to make the claim that “I am god” or “I am life”; but rather to point out that the fundamental sense of ‘I’ is what I used to conceive God to be – namely Life ITself. There’s no person involved in this equation.
Taken separately, the ‘God’-notion is a mine-field (pun intended). God is too burdened with beliefs to be a useful concept when it comes to self-inquiry. It’s a blunt and contaminated instrument; delusional infection is likely.
The ‘Life’ concept is less of a problem, and hard to argue about. One is, if still breathing, in full awareness of it. The word is not the thing, but at least we are in accord about what it feels like to be alive.
‘I’ is a hot potato, for in normal parlance language dictates its usage to denote personhood: me, myself, and there are as many versions of what that means as there are beings to think them up.
Strung together, and understood from the wideawake perspective they form a concept that might be more useful.
‘God-Life-I’ has nothing to do with beliefs or persons or language or even self-inquiry, yet IT cannot know ITself without them.
IT’s the self-appointed president of the GLI (glee) club. Chuckles.
Many traditional spiritual advisors love to dangle the ‘Mystery’ carrot in front of their flock – always, of course, just out of range and reach.
We go for it with our customary (and sanctioned) appetite for spiritual must-haves. We love a good mystery and in the spiritual stakes this one is particularly attractive. Awe and adulation descend and before we know it we’re on our knees begging for all to be revealed.
But mystery is just another red herring put out by mind’s concept-canning factory; a conceptual stand-in for what we honestly hunger – our real and changeless Self, which just happens to be the most immediate, intimate and non-mysterious marvel that we insist on overlooking.
Here IT is. IT’s never been anywhere but here, closer than one’s breath. Yet we crave the carrot!
Can mystery be found outside of mind’s ideas about it? If it’s only a product of the imagination then perhaps we should call it mystory rather than mystery.
Mystery and mystory. Alan Watts would have called them a “goeswith”.
all the body-brain conditioning
acquired over a lifetime remains
it’s a myth that it’s somehow all
wiped away with a whiff of awakening
what does go, is the reflexive ‘me’ mirage
that habitually identified with that conditioning
when conditioned responses to Life
Awareness lays them bare
some serve the survival needs of the organism;
these I associate with an intelligence
some serve the survival of the old illusory ‘self;’
these I associate with intellect
in its dualistic operation
so, what can be said about ‘right action?’
no action stands alone –
any action is an inevitable action
dependent upon and
the ceaseless activity
of non-personal, agenda-free
‘right action’ is just another concept
everything rises and falls
appears and disappears
within this ocean of unchanging Awareness
mind rises there too: a handy concept,
just another four-letter word
no better, no worse than any other
the resurrection is the knowing that one’s wideawake
has no preferences
and the ascension is the recognition of one’s own dear self