E.T. chooses his words carefully, and "alert stillness" is right on the money. It pairs disparate modalities in a kind of poetry of the spirit, like the French surrealists bringing words and images together in radical collisions, koan-like, and we suddenly find ourselves in the belly of something heretofore unknown. I can only express what I feel in weird new combinations of words like "spacious stillness," or like being swallowed up in an emptiness chock full of manifestation. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. It is one thing to experience this as so, and quite another to express it.
Saw some well done TV last night--"The Science of the Soul"--which pointed out some of the ongoing investigations into consciousness. They're starting to recognize that, as one scientist put it, "reality may be more wonderful than we can conceive." They danced around Advaita, never naming it as such, and as would be expected they teetered now and then between New Age and religion. I guess that's how truth will slowly be dispensed: find the lowest common denominator--fear of death, hope for heaven--and sprinkle some truth in there for those with ears to hear. The following is not Jesus speaking on the Mount:
"It is in the nature of consciousness to survive its vehicles. It is like fire. It burns up the fuel and not itself. Just like a fire can outlast a mountain of fuel, so does consciousness survive innumerable bodies." N.M.
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