The next great paradigm shift in science will have to do with consciousness: how does this piece of meat between our ears, this organic sponge soaked with chemicals and shot through with minuscule electrical charges, create consciousness? The shift will take us from a material orientation to what some will call spiritual, and others, ever reticent about the connotations of spirit, will call primal or some other socially agreeable term. Meanwhile Advaitans everywhere will chuckle and say "this is news?" Sages long before Christ and Buddha recognized consciousness as the all-pervasive attribute of all that is - like wetness and water. Consciousness precedes the brain, constitutes and illuminates it just as the light of a projector infuses and illuminates the film. When the sages tell us that we are the light of the world, they speak literally. And all of it, all of this psycho-sensory overlay of pure being we call existence, is but a dim reflection of reality, of the Supreme, just as the sun's rays are not the sun but its effulgence, invisible until they illuminate creation.
"With the cessation of imagination and desire, becoming ceases and the being this or that merges into pure being, which is not describable, only experience-able." N.M.
This does not mean that imagination and desire cease. The mind will continue fabricating and the body chasing after those fabrications, but a kind of softness or distance born of clarity allows stuff to happen, with or without your participation, while you remain aloof and without friction. It sounds cold, but the experience is anything but. Pure being is pure freedom, all ties cut, all boundaries annihilated - "you" get out of your own way. With "you" gone, the atmosphere clears. Then this freedom from the fabricated, conditioned false self dawns as bliss - not ecstasies - bliss beyond expression. Pure being is being what you are this very moment, mindless, bodiless, undisturbed, your true nature unimpeded. "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form." This is the seesaw upon which everything balances, ever apparently rising and falling, but in reality still, immutable, one without a second.
Destiny defined as "what will be" is time-bound. We escape destiny in Presence.
"With the cessation of imagination and desire, becoming ceases and the being this or that merges into pure being, which is not describable, only experience-able." N.M.
This does not mean that imagination and desire cease. The mind will continue fabricating and the body chasing after those fabrications, but a kind of softness or distance born of clarity allows stuff to happen, with or without your participation, while you remain aloof and without friction. It sounds cold, but the experience is anything but. Pure being is pure freedom, all ties cut, all boundaries annihilated - "you" get out of your own way. With "you" gone, the atmosphere clears. Then this freedom from the fabricated, conditioned false self dawns as bliss - not ecstasies - bliss beyond expression. Pure being is being what you are this very moment, mindless, bodiless, undisturbed, your true nature unimpeded. "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form." This is the seesaw upon which everything balances, ever apparently rising and falling, but in reality still, immutable, one without a second.
Destiny defined as "what will be" is time-bound. We escape destiny in Presence.
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