INVISIBLE GURU FORUM

The words I am writing serve as symbols to express thoughts from "I" to allow for communication between "I" and "it" (it being you).

The following is a breakdown of my current perception of the dual/non-dual.

Object for Analysis:

My fingers are typing thoughts to find truth.

Dual:

My: possessive adjective to describe the relationship between "I" and the following noun

Fingers: noun to describe the object of the "I" body

Are: describes the 2nd person in present moment of the verb Be

Typing: verb to describe the action of the following noun

Thoughts: noun to describe the action of the "I" mind.

To: infinitive marker to describe the following verbs intention

Find: verb to describe the action in relation to the following noun

Truth: noun to describe a state of being

Non-dual

The experience of typing the "Object for Analysis"

I kicked myself for the dictionary term. I am sitting here typing a reply. But I wasn't here before and I won't be here in the future, just like the laptop, apartment, city, world etc. Turtles on turtles. Duality consisting of subjective (I) and objective (it). Truth exists outside both because it is both. It is what always was, is and will be. Truth is what is when everything else is stripped away. Which leads me to emptiness. Which I cannot describe further because further description is objective, objective being false.

Empirical biology, chemistry and physics can be observed to explain how my presence came to be. Why the Earth is in the Milky Way Galaxy and beyond. Why I am Canadian. The little things to the big things can be explained. This is the surface of Truth.

Due to our development of an intelligence capable of introspection, I am able to reflect inwardly forever. Varying degrees of awareness are achieved through a process of identifying, conflict and transcending. This is the depth of Truth.

Truth is the sum total of Surface and Depth. I am I but I am also the Earth. I am you and also the Kosmos. The Earth existed in this space, in this time before I. I am a being capable of reflecting inwardly and able to comprehend ideas bigger than myself as an individual part. I am able to see that while I am an individual (1), I am part of something greater (many). And this many is ultimately all one.

Because of behavioral programming, based on a lifetime of external stimulus and story telling, I identify as a part (an individual 1). This is in order to stay alive and progress, through reproduction as an organism. The story of my life is an endless cycle of positive and negative. Good and bad. Ebb and flow. A duality of events. The individual ego, as a defence mechanism to stay alive, separates events as one or the other in a narration. But I am just a part of a greater whole. These good events and bad events are neither good nor bad but simply happening. An unfolding.

Truth cannot be pinned down. Truth is beyond language. Truth is the stillness and the unfolding. When I die, my narration will end but Truth will remain. It will always be True that I was “here” but it is also True that I wasn't.

At first I saw a smiley face and felt a smug sense of satisfaction. Then I noticed the eye roll. An eye roll! Are you kidding me?! I spent a week thinking about the question. What is your experience? I sat down for an hour and reduced and refined everything. For an a eye roll!!!

I went to have a smoke on my fire escape. It's Canada, so it was **** cold. I understood immediately that part of me wanted approval from a guru and thus the initial flare of emotion. So I was more confused than anything. There's something missing. I started laughing as I replayed my reply in my head. All I did was condense my previous explanation. It was still just an explanation. An eye roll. So what was I missing? I shifted my feet back and forth to keep warm. I looked at the sky. No, it can't be that simple. I looked at a tree, a skeleton without leaves. I kept looking out, convinced that the answer was outside. That I'd keep looking further out and then fall off the map.

My experience is the feeling of the cold metal on my bare feet. It's the sharpness of the air as I take a breath. It's the hum of electricity in the air as I write this. It's the itch on my nose. It's the street light that is shining uncomfortably bright into my right eye.

Seems like one of your half jokes. So it's all the same then? Same experience?