The return of the me
(or how some friends just let you be).
The thing you cannot find in the absence of me
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The unfindable identification that is always present
To ‘identify with’ is a strange verb isn’t it? It’s not something that we can decide to do at will or decide not to do at all.
The essential part that makes itself up
Whatever we say about the reality we experience, it always is an interpretation. And does an interpretation really differ from a dream? Both are consist of images, words and sensations. Both of them seem real when experienced from the inside.
Finally freed from Freedom
I am finally freed of freedom! The biggest mindfail I found is now unfindable. I am no longer findable or unfindable, I am neither and both as everything has fallen apart together.
Drowning in the honey pot
“Rest in or as Awareness.” In many teachings such advice is given as an answer to the question ‘What can I do?’ There is a shadow hanging over every answer and the opposite of it is always just as right. Especially if one sticks to it!
Freedom – target locked, all is lost
Expecting to find ‘peace of mind’ or ‘inner peace’ somewhere out there is an adult version of believing in your own lies and fantasies the way kids can do. Each time we aim for freedom ‘out there’ we lose it right here. Thank God that’s over!
Whatever is limited… is not real
Two things came together yesterday. First this statement: ‘whatever has limits is not real’. and then a Living Inquiries session that first seemd to be not so succeseful and then got a nice little twist and another mind construction could fall away.
Creativity without a purpose – the paradox of blogging
What is the purpose of creativity other that self-expression? And if self expression is the goal, then why publish? What is the meaning of this blog anyway? It’s another of those paradoxes, but this one seems to have gotten hold of me lately.
Deeper, deeper, deeper at the surface
Digging deeper into life, peeling the onion that we are… These are just crazy concepts! All I can do is look at the surface and see what it reflects back to the unanchored point of focus I am. The Paradox is that sometimes there is an identification with a new deeper me, that contains less me than before. Ooh silly me!
A giraffe on my balcony – the crazy contents of thoughts
Thinking equals hallucinating. I like that statement! When regarded as a process thinking often comes down to piling up thoughts, at least in my head. I even have thoughts about thoughts, thoughts about the thinker and sometimes a superthought that thinks that all these thoughts combined are me. Yes, you can call me crazy!