Yesterday evening I was contemplating the observation that I had never made a choice about any thought I'd had. No choice about beliefs, values, answers, understanding .... anything ... All this has just happened, taken to be true/real and limited and veiled everything.
This morning when I awoke and watched 'me' start up, there was clearer understanding and an opening to the possibility that all this limiting mental chatter is not what I am ... including the image of me. Effectively, the genuine sense there's an intruder in the house.
Deeper and deeper, clearer and clearer ...