The weird thing about rapture is that it can’t be called an experience; it’s the absence of an experiencer. It can’t be recalled, although in retrospect there’s a sense that Awareness has been simply awareing Itself. It has to be the ultimate relaxation. Perhaps it’s the natural state of Being-ness.
Joseph Campbell spoke about finding the still point within where commitment falls away. But I think it’s impossible to find the still point. I found that when the seeker of the still point gives up the search
IT finds you
The still point is like a magnet: IT draws you to ITself. And once that magnetic beam has you in its pull, all that you thought you were disappears. Like into a wormhole. Like into another version of the universe.
There were about a dozen ‘eyes-shut’ dreams last night. Every old-time friend and colleague, every loved place on the planet, seemed to turn up in amazing and absurd stories to press all the buttons that evoke all the emotions that would like to convince one that a Real Person is ‘having a dream!’
I ask myself: Is there any difference at all between these ‘eyes-shut’ dreams and the daytime ‘wide-open-eyes’ dream?
The only difference seems to be that after dreaming while asleep I awaken and say, “Whew. It was only a dream.”
And when dreaming while not sleeping I say, “Oooops. This is real.”
Until wideawakeness kicks in: “Wow! No dream, real or unreal, no dreamer, asleep or awake – only an endless unfolding and dissolving of appearances happening here…”
Life’s spinning Its suchness stories
around Its still and silent dimensionless point.