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Arjuna ;)

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SA 09/25/14
« on: September 25, 2014, 02:42:47 pm »
I am a person in a body, living a linear life.

Is that true? Do I have a past? Will I have a future? Is there REALLY a now?

I believe those things. I have learned in recent years that there is no past and no future. And yet I do have memories of yesterday, 10 years ago, 40 years ago. I remember those things in any given moment, but do I KNOW them?

Check that. I SEEM TO remember things. I seem to remember that I remember things. Data seems to be stored in the cloud, things that I can access when I need to. And, yet, I also remember that I sometimes forget things, things I once remembered. I also remember that I recall something I forgot a bit ago.

Memory has never been perfect. It’s as if the Internet connected to my mind is not under my control. Some memories seem crisp and easily accessible. Other memories are fleeting and/or imperfect.

Can I say with absolute certainty that ANY of it is TRUE? I cannot.

Am I a body, then? That certainly seems to be my experience. I perceive appendages and a torso. My head? Well, Harding says I don’t have one, though I can lift my arm and touch it with my hand. I can look in the mirror and see it reflected back to me.

I also can remember my body when it was 20. It seems to look somewhat different now at 56.

But how do I know that this perceived flesh that seems to have continuity IS ME? I look down at hands on a computer. They seem somehow “connected” to consciousness that seems to reside behind eyes. It’s just not provable that the mind is directing this tapping that seems to be happening on this keyboard.

I could easily be being fed a narrative by the Matrix as I lay here in a pod waiting to be harvested for energy.

These thoughts that I think I think could be being fed to me by some cosmic force of some sort, to distract me, to test me, to amuse itself.

How can I possibly take ANY of this seriously?!

And yet for most of my “life,” this insubstantial pageant has been taken QUITE seriously. Maya has me in her snare, and I’ve fallen hook, line, and sinker for the Grand Illusion. Shame on me!

I know this.  I get this. And yet, like Pacino says in Godfather III, “just when I thought I was out...they pull me back in.”

How **** tiresome! I’m Wiley Coyote, thinking I’m finally going to catch the Road Runner. But the setup simply doesn’t allow for it!

Get that. Get over getting “it.”

But wait. Is there an inherent reason that Wiley cannot catch RR? Just because he hasn’t caught him before doesn’t mean he NEVER can.

Or, look at it the OTHER way. I already have it! Dorothy never left Kansas. The Tin Man always had a heart. The Scarecrow was quite crafty. And the Cowardly Lion always was brave. None of them needed the Wizard to tell them so.

The Wizard was tricking them into believing what they already knew!

I seem to recall Ramana saying something to the effect that we are all already enlightened. ANDA is no big deal, not really. ANDA is what we are. This personality that seems to have consciousness that “tells” fingers to tap...THAT is the lie!

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Jed McKenna

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Re: SA 09/25/14
« Reply #1 on: September 25, 2014, 11:45:01 pm »
Dear A:

Thank you and welcome. You explain an interesting point. It's only your series of memories that gives meaningless credence to the thingy you call 'me' or 'I'.

Memories are horribly inaccurate as we all know and when you think about it, a very silly thing to base what you think is the most important thing in your world on.

Those memories are like the Energizer Bunny, just keep going and going, until welcomed, accepted and fully observed. Fleeting is a huge exaggeration, they are less than nothing, but so darn important to you. Where do they go when you die? Are they important to any other human being? Not me. I couldn't care less what your memories are. Don't most memories, in one way or another, serve to prove you 'right'. You gotta be right, and if wrong, it was an unjust judgment?

Don't worry, you will remember to look both ways when you cross the street and that the stove is hot. This is muscle/survival memory and makes sense, but what about the flotsam and jetsam that is clogging your brain drain?

Don't resist as that only reinforces them. Welcome them, observe them, thank them and be diligent and sincere. Take ten minutes off and using a note pad, see how many bad memories you can come up with, note them and thank them, and then say 'next'. Be sure to make an abbreviated note on each one. Let me know how it goes.

Love ya, Jed.




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Re: SA 09/25/14
« Reply #2 on: September 26, 2014, 12:04:04 pm »
Interesting exercise, Jed.

While I didn't go into it INTENDING to do so, after I thanked the memories, reversals immediately came to mind. (My Inner Katie, perhaps?) I let the first "bad" memory come up, I thanked them, and then another interpretation came into my headspace.

I got into a bit of a groove with it all. That is, they came fast.


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Re: SA 09/25/14
« Reply #3 on: September 28, 2014, 06:09:04 am »
Did this again today.

Whereas the last attempt saw me reverse thoughts, making "negatives" into "positives," today's was more detached. This life is a cartoon, came up.

Getting sucked into the storyline of a cartoon, making it real, seems to be a mistake. Of course, there are no mistakes, not really. Accepting what looks like a mistake and KNOWING that none of it is real seems far more helpful.