From Friday to Monday I was in a terrible state of mind. Engaged in self-inquiry and all of that.
Then, today, I'm sitting in the bus and think, "I am", while looking at the bus and the people in it. That's when the strange intuitive knowledge that "I am"... and always have been and always will be comes, and this picture show isn't real. That's a relief. Haha.
There's a big difference between that "strange intuitive knowledge" and just thinking it. That is, that I'm not to be found here or that this place isn't real. The relief isn't there if it's just thought. But, that other way is so nice. It's to be untethered from mind. Without any infinite sights, one seems to grasp the infinite.
Hard to explain. I suppose it's like this. Trash the story of me. Then, whatever is essentially here must be the same as the truly existent. And the truly existent is precisely that which we seek. The same thing that rests blissfully and eternally is here.
But, I really mean trash the story of me. Forget it, it's bullshit.
Edited by Guy1298, 06 November 2019 - 12:39 AM.