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The world of being

Saturday, June 23rd, 2012

The ego is an interesting thing. You have one. I have one. Yet it only exists as much as WordPress (the blog software I’m using) exists, and in much the same kind of way. The ego is part of the software of the mind, constructed by the mind. It is reinforced from an incredibly early age, but I is not the first thing that comes out of a child’s mouth. “Juice” was my first’s first word. And programming, as much as almost all of it is done is with words. The point though isn’t about words, the point is about ego.

The sense of I arises out of a sense of separation. And the world of form certainly gives aids in this illusion. Those of us who see, see objects all around. It is not difficult to believe that they’re separate and for us to believe that we’re separate as well. Refining distinctions is how we make sense of the world, and how we master our experience of it. (Note I didn’t say master the world. That’s too arrogant an assumption for my small brain.) And understandably we infer that we are also separate beings. But it’s a trick, an illusion created by our brains, to aid in the survival of the DNA. Yet, here is the very first sense of suffering. The creation of the ego in the mind is the beginning of suffering.

Armed with images, sounds and words, the mind starts to build a view of itself. Everything it sees has qualities. It’s this colour or that, large or small, good or bad, hungry or replete. And so it begins to describe itself, aided of course by its unwitting parents. Some would also add that tendencies from previous rebirths get thrown into the mix as well, but for many that’s moot so I won’t dwell on it. And the now the ego begins to cling to qualities to affirm itself in the world.

But no list of qualities is complete. There is always something missing. No matter how much the mind, perceiving itself as an ego, tries to add to itself, refine itself, it is never good enough. But the mind clings to this ego and stubbornly continues to believe that perfection must be possible. And here is the struggle and the cause of all of the rest of the suffering. Perfection is not possible, not in this limited sense.

And every time the mind perceiving itself as an ego thinks it has things worked out, along comes change and smacks the poor ego and says “not this time.” So the mind as ego suffers and then adapts to the new circumstances.

Yet all along the ego never really existed. It all started with a misunderstanding, misidentification with the world of objects, the world of how things appear to be, not how things are. The mind is not some identity.

And there we have it, my interpretation of the world of being:- imperfection, no identity, and impermanence. What an incredible joke that we have seen ourselves this way, and what a tragedy that we have had to endure so much suffering.

Our pure awareness, holy God, creator and destroyer of all that is, may I return to your bosom and know myself as nothing at all.

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God is Nothing Special

Saturday, July 18th, 2009

Everything that I’m about to say is a lie. Hopefully it’s a useful lie.

If we start with something that we all take for granted, the only permanence is change. Although that itself isn’t strictly correct either, but it is a truth. Where there are beginnings there are ends. And everything we know has a beginning and an end. Wherever there is a quality there is the opposite of that quality and there is a beginning and end to the quality. There is no intrinsic quality, nothing which is intrinsically good nor intrinsically bad for that matter.

What is isolated out separated out is impermanent. And the idea of its permanence is an illusion created by our minds. It is the idea that any quality is permanent that is an illusion.

Yet, somehow there is mind, free of content. Not a mind, but mind. Itself not dependent on the fluctuations of matter. Unlike our ego mind dependent on a concept of self. Dependent on a constellation of particular qualities. The self that surely dies.

It is the mind that hears without conceptualising what is heard, independent of all qualities, like our change, ever present in the here and now, always as it is, which is the most ordinary thing of all. Ordinary, constant, and fully awake. It is the flip side to ever changing form. The form which is the mind’s content.

By looking for what is special we miss the ever present awareness. And that’s what our egos are; an illusion that there is a story, a drama, that is our special reality. A reality that will vanish in a puff of smoke at our death, physical or otherwise. Our sense of self, like this diatribe here is a lie, but which is the more useful lie.

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