This is definitely an experience of ripening, in my case over 25 years of study and daily practice. I am much softer now, less rigid, more accepting, and my world has taken on a vivid new color, the color clear, received through what I can roughly describe as a seventh sense (inclusive and beyond body-mind fields). I feel the sheaths of which the Old Heads spoke, from gross matter to the finest mists of spirit. And I understand, too, why the really awakened ones basically call any attempt to verbalize, rationalize or categorize this stuff as hogwash, the chatter of human thought. Theirs was not to slice the pie up and fork it in one bite at a time. Theirs was a Zen pie to the face.
Reading "I Am That" registers, resonates, reconnoiters with a whole new way of looking at things. It puts me in touch with what I really am, so to speak, and constantly returns my prodigal thinking to its proper, subservient place. Then I just drop it all and rest in "am." We make a fundamental mistake when we view consciousness as a function rather than the substance, the timeless, place-less, object-less essence of everything that is.
Reading "I Am That" registers, resonates, reconnoiters with a whole new way of looking at things. It puts me in touch with what I really am, so to speak, and constantly returns my prodigal thinking to its proper, subservient place. Then I just drop it all and rest in "am." We make a fundamental mistake when we view consciousness as a function rather than the substance, the timeless, place-less, object-less essence of everything that is.
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