Go to the place beyond knowing, the place where the sound of one hand clapping takes you. Logically you know it exists, intuitively too: but you are uncomfortable there because it is way beyond the person you believe yourself to be, beyond the world of senses and intellect, beyond the planet, the galaxy, the universe. It is beyond physical and mental limitation. The best we can do is call it "God." Some of us call just the not-knowing God, and most of us throw in everything and the kitchen sink into God, that is the God we try to lean on to get us through life and death. But you and I both know that as soon as we wrap a word around something the concepts are close at hand. It is our nature to create problems because it is our nature to solve problems. So here's how you solve the problem you have made of God: rest, abide as much as possible in this place beyond name, beyond knowing. The ego will not be comfortable here. It will flail about searching for a toe-hold. Eventually, hopefully, you will learn to float with the current, and slowly you will dissolve like a salt doll thrown into the sea. There is no edge, there are no limits within or without; in the end, all that is is unqualified and one, and not that too. From where you sit, right here and now, lies the very heart of stillness and bliss. It is there always, obscured by the deafening noise between your ears, always on like a beacon to bathe you in illumination.
"It can be known by its effects on matter and consciousness. Look for it in beauty and bliss." N.M.
When I open up to this stuff, sometimes my head tingles and my hair seems to stand on end. The bad part is that this is distracting. The good part is that it it tells me when it's time to shave my ears. I am the Buddy Hackett of enlightenment.
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