False Idols

I have noticed how my mind has been habituated into thinking about 'me'.

It is an authority that is never questioned.

I think that is why one of the Ten Commandments is something like, "Thou shalt put no gods before me." Or "Thou shalt not worship false idols."

The ego is a false idol, comprised of only of non-substantial thought.

At times, I become so identified with it, that I become it, and live as if I am it.

I can see it now. I can see how it comes into being. It is a phantom, carried on the waves of thought.

If I can see the entirety of it, then who is looking?

Who is it that is beyond thought?

Transform The World

Life is constantly shifting and changing around us.

It is always offering new opportunities, challenges, and problems.

It is always offering the mystery of life, the amazing and sublime reality.

The illusion of passing time.

We are looking from that still, aware space at all of this.

When everything is wiped away from our seeing, we are left with only that - the still, aware space that we are.

It is vibrantly alive. It is filled with power, love, and aliveness.

From there any action is filled with its energy.

These actions transform us and the world.

Waking From A Dream

There is this point when I am falling asleep, a moment when the gravity of being tired overcomes my consciousness and pulls me into sleep. 

I think it is the same with waking consciousness. There is a gravity to emotions and reactions. They pull me out of awareness and into unconscious, automatic reactions. 

It is strange to think that even though my eyes are open, I am actually unconscious in those moments where my ego has taken over. I am the reaction. My awareness is along for the ride.

I think that suffering is the alarm clock that wakes me up out of the ego. It is the silver lining of suffering. It is good. Without it I may never wake up out of the ego.

I have heard that people are more likely to wake up out of a nightmare than those who are not. 

Use suffering to wake yourself up.

The Awakened Self

I still haven't put my finger on it. I don't think I ever will.

But here goes.

There are moments in life where I wake up. 

Same as when I wake up in a dream, and I realize I am dreaming. I wake up in my life and realize that everything has a dreamlike quality to it. 

In these moments I am becoming more and more aware of how my internal state of thoughts and  emotions is trying to keep me in the dream of "life". Thoughts and emotions act like gravity, pulling me back into the sleep of identification.

I can see that there is more beyond just the inner concern about "me" - what I am mad at, what I am hurt by, what I am frustrated with, what I am afraid of. There is another kind of life that has nothing to do with "me". A life where I am not a concern. 

I have awakened, and I am out of the dream. 

The dream is the dream of the ego. 

When the ego is not, the awakened self is.

Living With A Paradox

It is hard to explain. 

There is what is seen. 

There is the one who sees. It is apart from thought. 

Then there is the content of consciousness - all the thoughts that make up identity. The story that is being constantly told. The meaning that is being constantly made about everything that is seen. That is the content. 

The trouble is when the one who sees gets identified with the content. 

It is a paradox. In reality, the one who sees is never touched by thought. It has no memory, no past. It is always fresh and new. It lives in the moment.