For example, I can dream, but not wanting to sleep.
see that everything is unreal, even be here ... let shocked and linear process of thinking.
The same mind that built the complication, must deconstruct.
Once upon a time it is now,
this whole bag of trends,
as vast bubble containing
the voices of thousands of expressions
that Dante, Michelangelo,
Ella Fitzgerald, David Bowie,
Valmiki and Teresa de Jesus
have left traces of expressions,
colorful Songs,
erogenous zones carved out of existence ...
and how a free-flying eagle takes a look
to see what prey is fed
in life-giving care at a vibrating sensation.
Adventures
've had, floods, earthquakes, cannibals, changes of residence, countries, core ... of clans and families to ... ufff ... and much more!
born and reborn identity, often even during the same timeline called "life." But "this life" is not Life, but the story it tells of something (something called identity).
Life never dies
yl to death is not
but the thought of ceasing,
thing
thinking can not assimilate,
because thinking is the opposite of removal.
's death itself
really is inconceivable
to realize that nothing real
never been born.
Functional means that the laws of this world are still working ... gravity, time, space, that the body continues to function within a universe that works ... but is it not all that a Mental Creation ?
If discover reality means seeing as anything built by the mind is not real in an absolute sense, then even the functional is unreal. Once we know the reality, what sense does it want to keep any kind of unreality although call this function?
And something that is beating since time immemorial, ink stamped on a day called May 11, 2004.
Love is not based on what the substance is safe ... uncertainty
Love has nothing to do with the mind or the thoughts
Love is freedom
To be free requires courage.
lies behind the safety of the known ...
My desire is freedom
My heart ... love
Uncertainty is
freedom
The only fear is the loss of mental structures ...
Fear mind
Who wants to live in such a prison?
The deep desire that drives me is the freedom ... of love ...
Love itself, as the essence of myself ... God.
Happy New Year 2011!
Hahahaha .... Why not possible? :) So is how we build our supposed reality and a future filled with hope that we will go again and again, in many ways, in many universes and worlds created by this tireless mind that this is built like pearls on a necklace, and another and another ...
But in this love without end nothing is as an identity ... I embrace all with infinite love ... all the reflections of my eternal existence.
The other day I came to these hands a tiny camera, very light, so fascinated I went to pick up a ride in the form of film. He was in the car with a friend up through the winding streets of Valparaiso, capturing the end what had long wanted: some beautiful buildings that originally would clean, neat and now have the stain of time, erosion, smog, earthquakes , fires, being soiled, skated and outdated. An interesting mix of styles that belie the varied economic means were built with the imprint of an era. And the location in an even more interesting and beautiful hills which hatch ways in which we climb, quite steep at times, with the magnificent presence of the Pacific to look back.
From behind my ears, from behind my eyes, back of my mind I see everything and it appears like there are things and actions. There is also the appearance of things and I choose to think thoughts ... as if with a camera filming the future, what we call life. Silent cameraman does not interfere with the captured, but it goes by looking ... as a flashlight that focuses things, one by one, in a dark room.
Trying to see how my new toy, I noticed that every time I pressed the record button image linearity began that ended when a traffic jam in inviting me to stop vehicles recording. So inevitably I was getting small films. Open the shutter, the shutter closes, and there, trapped, a little history, as seen in this period. I figured I should do a later edition to build a movie with some continuity and connection, eliminating the undesirable.
There are moments in which the perceptions are on the side ... out, disappeared, as have closed the shutter of the camera, but no one thinks about it ... so whether you see it then I gather as world or to display an absolute vacuum of shapes, colors and lights ... even vacuum darkness ... (empty = no) ... look see something or not ... it is clear that there is nothing and no one who sees something ... just see ... a view that I hold as Himself. A see through the blind is also true, because this view is beyond the senses. One is to know and see that is beyond question, mostly because there are no thoughts about the question (not sure about) ... maybe no thought, perhaps impersonal thoughts, but the possibility of View is always there. The torch is there, on or not.
The View that holds all seen ... besides there are apparently existing things or feelings, but the only life that is ... this View
Watch and listen ... listen to the light, hear the way I hear the idea.
Listen and feel .... I feel the light, I feel the presence and absence.
The common denominator is the self and perception, be it the look, feel, hear, know ... self and Consciousness, the permanence of the eternal, timeless unborn. The Self beyond the (presumed) authority, body or personality built. Even beyond the sensation itself, because until the sensations are impermanent.
function operates as a conscientious mind in motion that will delineate shapes, space, time, which gives meaning to the existence of the person, like a video editing program, which are discarded some incomprehensible events or perceptions that do not fit the whole story with which "wants to give 'an identity. Is a selection of what is understood, of what is acceptable and which are related to identity, the person. This sleep pattern of personal life, with the main actor projected to be faithful to the argument that, at best, be edited from moment to moment.
There is a constant impermanence ... and this "constant" is permanent. Impermanence is permanent. The constant refers to what can not be absent: the base, the essence, also named as the source or origin, meaning that water is not separated from the source, but the jet is a continuity without fragmentation. And the source is not something that can loosen or separate perception. The source says the feelings, says it seen, heard, the known existence.
The structure of identity, as a centralization of consciousness through which filters the View is composed of a body and idiosyncrasies. Does the spider say that I weave mesh is mine?
" dreams do not end, nothing or everything very strange. I am everything and everything is myself, I have no form or name. What is salt when dissolved in water? Crystalline form, structured and crystallized disappears, as if something touches nothing, becomes nothing. The dreams do not end even if it is in waking and I'm watching from the back of the eye. "R. Malak
Magnificent becoming (coming into being), the inscrutable plot, in which the mind is not claim more than the cramped, structuring it as saying it's mine. What a beautiful love that unfolds itself in and as a person, catching small glimpses of the vastness of being in motion Consciousness of Being ... in the Total Happiness spilling everywhere.
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I'm on the subway from the center to the mountain, an underground tour amid a throng pressed forward to reach their destination, eager to see the urban landscape, the sun and the air a little cooler.
That
this and that is an illusion and pretend to evade it, as also the one who wants to avoid, overcome or transcend an illusion of equal weight, is the substance of the total illusion. Content in consciousness, where does the insight that separates me from the known.
Everything that happens and what works, and works happening in consciousness. Drowning air, fresh air, I take the subway or take me to my feet, and say: Where do I go or I'm taken?
Of this I am aware. I am aware of the full range of feelings, emotions and feelings, perceptions and ideas: doubt, anxiety, pain, fear, pleasure, relief, gratitude, happiness and concepts created to accompany each collection. Also the distance, time, past, present and future ... concepts. Noisy, crowded, cool, sharp, slow, transparent ... sensory perceptions. And yet there is the desire to escape the din and reach their destination. Quiet, and I see it.
sensations, ideas, perceptions ... consciousness.
So far, we can guess more or less take all this as an idea. From then on, the amazing and indescribable knowledge or "know" that above and below, before, during and after all content in consciousness ... I am. This knowledge shines the beam of attention, with an uncanny ability, aspects that become parties in cases involving mental function which makes the duality. In the background is clear that I have not moved from my house to the mountains. My house, mountain, mine, what is not mine. I watch all these thoughts stunned.
And is that ... the absolute light of all content, to such an extent that the measures lose, the forms disappear, feelings become a single issue: Light that reflects pure, pristine, shiny and as they say the Vedas and other mystical references ... like the light of a thousand suns, which shine but do not burn.
lighting which I'm still conscious.
In the act of being aware - and be aware that the move - it turns out that attention is attached to the first sense of being. So my subjective, so that immediate consequence, like a flash, it becomes the perceived object. That is the duality. So it is that This world appears to exist and I have identified a body that moves in him.
The celebration of breathing and notice the faces of thousands of strangers whose eyes emanating from one and the same are: "I am, I see", a self hidden in so many faces. Still, each facing different sides, ignoring. As a heart like a bunch of grapes scattered and unclaimed.
Observing the duality, witnessing the trials, the first impression of witnessing, it happens that this is diluted and just what I am is beyond the control. What left? Is everything and there is no separation. Hence, everything is the Self and that is real ... and the consideration of objects, sensations, perceptions, and everything you can name, are illusions generated by the impression of separation from them. When there is no separation between observer and observed, that is, when there are no judgments, no idea when I, when there is no division or conflict, or names that define me, only the self I am, is.
And if there are judgments, separation, ideas, duality, conflict and anything ... what am I remain, with the addition that has clouded the understanding, appearing a world of difference and I perceive it.
spiritual discernment, as that is dedicated to the rational function, combined with silent note that it is always in the background, are, as a first step (and last) betray the clouds of misjudgment , delivered by then, inevitably, precipitate in the flames of the fire that consumed the ignorance, the mind back to its source, thus giving free expression to the spontaneous brilliance, ultimately, explains the confusion of having seen what I am.
First is the strength of a feeling or a strong emotional burst ... then given a name ... When did the language? Perhaps an expert can tell me. Give me a date and a description of the historical moment, cultural, the "man who populated the planet at the time. The moments go together like beads held by the thread of memory forming the collar of the story.
For example, after a night's sleep, the kind where the person's misfortunes are forgotten and fatigue repaired, wakes up again, in silence ... what day is today? What do I have to do? What happened yesterday? What ideas or feelings was holding? Seems to require re-member (draw the line memory) to start the day with an identity and do what must be done according to the story that we are representing.
Without memory we are somebody. "Without memory may represent a social role? If a woman wake up one morning not remember your children and out the back door to see the light of day and goes for a walk admiring and enjoying just being, leaving the children in the house ... how will his account That night, when you need to assemble the plot of the last day? I leave this story to your imagination.
memory, the database provides the pattern to give continuity to a representation. Often laborious and it is not surprising that needed vacation, those days when you can get up and just be, without having to think about doing.
memory is required for daily functions. No doubt it serves. The other is to realize how identity is held in something as fragile as memory. Why fragile? Because you can lose.
If one day lose the ability to recover the memory of my past days, and I wonder who am I, then what's the answer? may almost certainly could not define me, but do they have ceased to be? That I am still be there, perhaps as a recognizable feeling, and certainly like to know, know that I even can not know what I am. What difference does this be the one may or may not define it? The difference is that it gives a performance in the movie of life. It's different to know what I am, know what I'm representing identity. So know I am no memory of any kind, has, from the rational point of view, one way for purposes of a peace that underlies the whole movement to do, play and perform. That peace is valuable. And this is recognized under the purest intellectual acuity and, above all, it becomes pure observation, which does not depend on pre-held judgments or reasoning.
For the purposes of making, represent a sustained role in memory is what gives meaning to our biographies. And with proper preparation and learning makes us socially self-sufficient entities, ie without dependence on anyone to take care of the basic issues. Memory is crucial for survival. The memory that gives a sense of identity is the medium that sustains the individual. Without memory there is no "person" or even entity, as to a plant cell, are based on DNA memory.
L memory is also reminds me a transformative experience ... reminds me of the teachings and talks with the teacher, even that it exists. R. Malak says
"Memory is unstable and impermanent ... is the construction of the rolls and weaknesses, which arms the identity ... barriers and conflicts ... is the same memory that removes the sense of wonder ... and makes us see things through the veil of habit. Seeing with new eyes ... is to see ... without the burden of memory. "
Then, in the first instance, the immediate reflection on the issue of reality is referred to: 1. The identity is memory. 2. Being without identity is the underlying.
First I am, and due to a data memory I build an identity. There are spiritual investigators who report dissatisfaction due to constant fluctuation between peace and conflict do not identify with the processes and information in the report that produces anxiety, doubt, instability. This means that there is no certainty about what is the point of view that is closer to reality, to serve as a stabilizing anchor consistently help to dispel the error or misunderstanding. Still less is it certain that you are looking for in the research, about what is real and what is not. The assurance comes in a flash, a glow.
"Upon the light, as shown effortlessly substantive, nothing to achieve because achievement is synonymous action synonymous with the verb. Glow has occurred as a leap in understanding, look different, tangible observation, no notes, no trial. By observing without trial waives all. If not born a thing, nothing is born, this occurs as an intuitive knowledge. Those who do not see it, talk about methods as different from each other, are lost in the multiplicity of methods, turning without end. " R. Malak
Therefore, no memory ... just be "undifferentiated consciousness. And realize this, making their own, knowing nevertheless be done, and with a certain treasure which implies stop giving so much importance the person that represents us as a role in this film biography. Realize that necessarily must be accompanied by the happiness shown on this understanding, this glowing look, to ensure compliance with certainty. That happiness, that Ananda does not belong to the identity, but Himself, is the certification that does not leave even the slightest trace of doubt about what was to be supplemented by doing. Nothing to complete, this movie time and space is an illusion of becoming, becoming, being. Just being-consciousness-bliss ... being. And the absolute understanding that happiness is not the end of a journey.
"The purpose of creation is the fulfillment of desire. Each drop, each seed and each root connected like threads of light, arrive at my sooner or later. The repetition gives the idea of \u200b\u200bcausality. If all you see as essential, then it is indescribable, and if all you see as the phenomenal world, then it is dual. The perception depends on observing, either with or without trial. " R. Malak
The resolution of the real and the option to live in it and like it, no rational process is optional. Observation without trial is shown as "That which is This" and looking always, always and forever, both as clear as confusing.
"In this space-time prairie, where the sensitivity is mixed with the interests and every branch, plant, leaf, flower and fruit are not understood in its size, is the mind that creates the world of subject and object. The relationship between them resolves the bird of understanding, that in heaven no form of consciousness is unmanifested dreams of me. " R. Malak
Instantly without words, in the timeless moment, in this present active in the bond disappears in the process of thinking, as if it were a temporary tag to the bright sun look from myself, soon, immediately, diluted any cloudiness.
"On one trip I'm in the heart, like the air I breathe, I watch from the depths of the eyes. I essence, even on apparently in deep sleep my mind is submerged and out of state peace'm silent. A small desire begins an action and a spark ignites a forest of errors, I open my eyes and I'm seeing in transparency. " R. Malak
What what other words?
No two: What is and what is not, no two: the body and be clear in-show, no two, reality and illusion, no two: noumenon and phenomenon or being and nonbeing, neither clear nor dark ... No I do not no me ... No '. "
Only Being-Awareness-Bliss ... and everywhere itself.
