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.
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.
Maria Luisa
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