When the sages say that we are beyond being and not-being, they tell us that what we really are is beyond qualification, out of reach of mind. Especially my mind, always running overtime. I watch it chewing each thought like a dog on a bone. I like to think my true self to be a portal between the unmanifest and manifest, between not-being and being. My mind latches onto that and hatches a chain of thoughts from there: this portal is like the "Word" in "Genesis," "first there was the Word," and therefore the portal is the very first word out of the gate of not-being, "am" and then "I am." It all fits so neatly in a puzzle of my own making. The mind is a ceaseless fountain of solutions to its own puzzles.
"What prevents you from knowing yourself as all and beyond all is the mind based on memory....Once you know its nature and purpose, you will not allow it to create imaginary problems." N.M.
I am here at the heart of everywhere, now, in a little slice of eternity, all of it arbitrary and mind-imposed where nothing is.
Like a black hole in reverse, there is a spiritual force, for lack of a better word, like gravity or electromagnetism but non-physical, that produces the manifest world from unmanifest potential.
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