Don't Eat the Menu|Savoring the Indescribable and the Unavoidable.

There is no realization.

There is only the seeing that you’ve always been realized.

It’s like wiping the fogged up window pane. The only thing keeping you from the view is the condensation. The only thing keeping you from realization is the foggy thought: “I’m not yet realized.”

Once that thought is wiped away, or rather given no investment, then you will see what’s always been right outside your own window “pain”.

Thoughts and feelings are arising:  unpleasant ones, joyful ones, peaceful ones, agitated ones.

Here they come… some slowly and languorously… some at a sprint, nearly knocking you down.

Just watch them come. They have a will of their own. They are none of your business.

Don’t get in their way, and tell them “you  shouldn’t be here!”

Don’t cling to them because you find them favorable.

Just get out of the way and watch how they come and go without any permission from you.

Let Your thoughts run nilly willy.

You were never in control of them anyway.

Don’t think that the mind has to stop for you to know who you are.

The chatter of the mind cannot exist unless you are there first.

How could anything be wrong in oneness?

The way you look, the way you speak, any insecurity arises from the belief that oneness could be wrong. And yes, even the belief that there is something wrong arises from oneness itself.

Don’t worry about it. You are oneness.

Even the grandest scheme you can imagine for your future or the most horrific mistake you can recall from your past is still simply a thought occurring in this, right now.

That’s all they ever are. Thoughts occurring in this timeless unfolding moment.

See this now.

Everything is allowed here.

Everything.

The confusion, the hurt, the indignation, the tears, the fear….These things do not go away. The absence of discomfort in not what is being pointed to.

That which knows the waxing and waning of discomfort, that is what you are.

The days are shorter. Sadness arises here. Tears fall, loneliness is felt.

And through it all there is a watching. A knowing that this is a state which has arrived and will depart. I was there before this state.

There is the seeing of a strong sense of a lonely, disconnected “me”, a feeling of hopelessness and so many thoughts. A river of thoughts that I’ve taken a plunge into and I get carried away for awhile.

And yet, even this is watched.

If I am witness to this, if I am experiencing this which before was not there… then I cannot possibly be this contracted ball of suffering that has arrived and will soon depart.

And it’s very easy to see that this body-mind is simply suffering from a lack of sunlight and sleep.

Here is a guided meditation by Mooji. Stunning in it’s directness and unyielding pointing.

ONE WITH EVERYTHING.

It’s become a bit of a clichè. Overused, overworked, overdone without insight into what the words actually point to.

Here’s another one:

ALL IS ONE.

Hmm. Same problem.

Ask anyone who is seeking this “oneness”, this state of unicity and they will tell you, yes, that it’s a given: All is one.

But there is an error to this logic of seeking oneness when all is one. Can you see it?

If all is one, then how can oneness be sought from outside itself? That would make two: Oneness and the one who seeks it.

This isn’t a conundrum for the mind to tackle. All it takes is simple seeing.

If all is one, then the one seeking and even the seeking itself is oneness. The effort to get this, to become enlightened, to know oneness – all of these cannot be separate from oneness.

Oneness excludes nothing.

Anything that is happening, that is being experienced, felt, thought or done IS oneness. Oneness appearing as that. It cannot be any other way.

So….

the frustration of seeking?

oneness.

The anxiety over money woes?

oneness.

The elation of falling in love?

oneness.

The aggression that starts a war?

oneness.

The hum of this laptop?

oneness.

This body that rest in the seat, the fingers that tap the keys?

oneness.

The car that just went the wrong way down Haley Street?

oneness.

The distant horn of an Amtrak train?

oneness.

Oneness is appearing as everything without exception.

EVERYTHING.