Wednesday, September 14, 2016

NONDUALITY: PLAIN, PROSAIC, AND WITHOUT ROMANTIC NOTIONS



If there is some kind of a shift that occurs in existence for the body-mind, and this can go under a hundred and more different names, then obviously there has to be an adjustment. The paradigm or gestalt (figure-ground) relationship has changed. In nonduality such a relationship has practically or full disappeared. So now we are standing in the same spot, but living in a new world. What will you hold on to? 
 
We can only hope that there is some intrinsic and built in intelligence or order, grace or compassion, in the whole, in this greater and new reality. If not, there is going to be big trouble. The adjustment can go on forever I guess. There is no point really listing the symptoms, syndromes, and whatever they should or could be called, because there is really nothing that can’t be included. One would have to list everything. Not only that, but to add confusion to the mix, - they appear and overlap or intersect, like a ven diagram, all kinds of other ailments (and also good things).

Some things that can happen are changes to the perception. The sound that is in the ears, that soft buzzing/humming sound, can be amplified and appear more often. The body can feel tired, no longer motivated by the regular ways of men and women,- the accepted insanity of ambition, greed, secular viewpoints, petty entertainments, gossips, strivings. The eyes and sight can change, such as since there is not a person inside the body like a little robot, - one might not be able to close the eyes for a nap through a sheer act of will if the body does not want to sleep. There might not be a fighting, even subtly, to debate or even express one’s opinion about politics, spirituality, the arts, or even whether the weather is bad or good. It might be difficult to ascribe a value to things one way or the other. In this sense, though if it rains the body will get wet and at that moment prefer to be dry, - there is in a larger sense a feeling of all things being equal. 

It can be like a snapping into reality. Once there was a person moving along, trying to navigate and negotiate the world- to get this or that, - however subtly. And this includes Spiritual ‘getting’ which is just a more hidden, perhaps mostly falsely humble desire, - very tricky. Then snap, something gives for what reason nobody can really know I would think, - and there is reality. Gone is the romance of the books and search, of darshan or satsang or gurus or ideas about it all. It’s like a high and hard sort of Atheism, oddly enough. You set out searching for God and find that since as some say its reality itself, - that it can’t ‘found,’ and is whatever is. Now the world, the entire existence, wants you for some reason, - or you are it, - playing out whatever occurs, - until this is no longer the case. It’s like you thought once you could change the weather through some will power, and then it was seen that such a notion was a purely insane idea. So in a big snap, like a lightning bolt itself hitting, - you are just there, or appear to be there, or whatever IT is. Maybe some have powers of some sort, maybe others do not,- but those are just things that occur inside of IT,- and oddly enough even those things such as visions or something like that don’t even really seem to matter too much. 

Things just are what they are and shall be whatever they will be.  The old ways can show up as tools, but really all or for the most part the one using the tools isn’t really there anymore. What is really happening is that the Whole is working for some reason, probably just because that is the way it is set up, through a person. And it can be unromantic, - meaning the whole, as here might want the person to take out the trash, to walk the dogs, to make the bed, - that kind of thing, as opposed to talking to angels or divining the future. But it must be different for everyone and would probably depend on who you talk to, listen to, or read. Here, there is nothing romantic, but rather just good old or bad old prosaic, everyday reality,- the hum-drum,- sometimes the weather feels too hot and humid, while at others a nice wind comes and sways the trees and land. 

That is about all.


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