Thank you Joan, for always provoking deep reflection.
You write: "What if it is all happening spontaneously? What if we are simply here as this unavoidable, already occurring, present experiencing, just as it is?"
Yes, Joan, this is one of the most fundamental questions. I can't avoid any part of my experience. Furthermore, all of my sensations, feelings, emotions and thoughts are delivered to my sense doors (mind being one of them) already made, I don't ever create any perception, neither pleasant nor unpleasant. So who am I? An easy answer could be "I am the body-mind instrument by which experience is known". It's a popular answer in the Non-duality al circles, right? But, like you write so well, it's just another attempt to "get" the ungraspable mystery of it all.
Hi Joan, I am highly resonant with your teachings. I wonder if you have looked at Thomas Metzinger's new book; he writes about "meta-attention touching itself" which seems to be what you are pointing to. Here is a video I just posted that takes up these themes via imagery.... Thank you for the teaching. it lays the groundwork for a better world to come after civilization collapses... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wR3dBwEJJhM
I read an earlier book by Metzinger years ago and heard a talk of his back then on YouTube as well, and I remember feeling that what he was saying was very resonant with what I see and express.
Beautiful, thank you! I love the orchestral analogy. If Life is playing us dissonance isn’t really dissonance. The “little me ears” might hear it as such but “the big ears” have a different capacity. To the ears of the Composer, the limitless variety of instruments and sounds are inseparable from its Is-ness, and so enjoyable, unconditionally accepted, as John Astin pointed to.
Agreed, no composer from the dualistic sense of the word. And here we have the limits of words/concepts/analogies 🤪 I guess it could be said that the music is being composed as it’s being played… That the “composer” and the orchestra and the music are all indivisible?
Good Morning. First thing I did: opened email and read this new article, and had coffee. All the "What if" questions slowed everything down to this very instant. And my day is now totally open:
unknown what will happen, what I will notice, where my attention is going to go. There are plans, for sure ... but they are just thoughts, because I "know" how to think. I am grateful that I awakened to this article so early in the day, just now.
a few that i love, among all the rest that i also love:
"What if we approach the bare actuality in the same way we might approach a beautiful flower or a beloved friend?"
"We’re like an orchestra in which we each play a different instrument and have a different part. The violins aren’t meant to be like the trumpets, and the drums aren’t supposed to sound like the flutes. Play your own part whole-heartedly, and enjoy the music"
Timely post. Thank you Joan. If you were to compile these jewels of wisdom and publish them I would be first in line to buy. Thx for all you offer. A light on my path.❤️
the part about the aroma of coffee and holding the warm cup. Realized there was no cream so had to go to the store. It all just unfolded. Bought some chicken bits to make soup as it's rainy and cool here - into the flow state, now watching a crow helping him or herself to the bones and stuff I will not use. Thank you so much.
The whole time I was reading this, I was flashing on Bob Adamson's famous and incisive line, "What's wrong with right now if you don't think about it?" Your essay is like a vibrant commentary on that. Or else Adamson's line is like a condensation of your essay. Either way, totally delightful.
Thank you Joan, for always provoking deep reflection.
You write: "What if it is all happening spontaneously? What if we are simply here as this unavoidable, already occurring, present experiencing, just as it is?"
Yes, Joan, this is one of the most fundamental questions. I can't avoid any part of my experience. Furthermore, all of my sensations, feelings, emotions and thoughts are delivered to my sense doors (mind being one of them) already made, I don't ever create any perception, neither pleasant nor unpleasant. So who am I? An easy answer could be "I am the body-mind instrument by which experience is known". It's a popular answer in the Non-duality al circles, right? But, like you write so well, it's just another attempt to "get" the ungraspable mystery of it all.
Brilliant, as usual.
Hi Joan, I am highly resonant with your teachings. I wonder if you have looked at Thomas Metzinger's new book; he writes about "meta-attention touching itself" which seems to be what you are pointing to. Here is a video I just posted that takes up these themes via imagery.... Thank you for the teaching. it lays the groundwork for a better world to come after civilization collapses... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wR3dBwEJJhM
Haha. Thanks for the grimace.
I read an earlier book by Metzinger years ago and heard a talk of his back then on YouTube as well, and I remember feeling that what he was saying was very resonant with what I see and express.
Ahhhh..Yes...Nothing more to figure out or achieve..Just This ..As it Is❣️
Beautiful, thank you! I love the orchestral analogy. If Life is playing us dissonance isn’t really dissonance. The “little me ears” might hear it as such but “the big ears” have a different capacity. To the ears of the Composer, the limitless variety of instruments and sounds are inseparable from its Is-ness, and so enjoyable, unconditionally accepted, as John Astin pointed to.
Except I would say, there is no composer. 😊
Agreed, no composer from the dualistic sense of the word. And here we have the limits of words/concepts/analogies 🤪 I guess it could be said that the music is being composed as it’s being played… That the “composer” and the orchestra and the music are all indivisible?
Good Morning. First thing I did: opened email and read this new article, and had coffee. All the "What if" questions slowed everything down to this very instant. And my day is now totally open:
unknown what will happen, what I will notice, where my attention is going to go. There are plans, for sure ... but they are just thoughts, because I "know" how to think. I am grateful that I awakened to this article so early in the day, just now.
dear joan,
thank you as always for your beautiful words.
a few that i love, among all the rest that i also love:
"What if we approach the bare actuality in the same way we might approach a beautiful flower or a beloved friend?"
"We’re like an orchestra in which we each play a different instrument and have a different part. The violins aren’t meant to be like the trumpets, and the drums aren’t supposed to sound like the flutes. Play your own part whole-heartedly, and enjoy the music"
thank you for sharing!
love
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Timely post. Thank you Joan. If you were to compile these jewels of wisdom and publish them I would be first in line to buy. Thx for all you offer. A light on my path.❤️
Ramesh Balsekar did exactly that! ." A Net of Jewels"...daily meditations.
Everything is included, indeed! I have found peace in simply accepting that I belong/am a part of/one with/the cosmos.
Your writing is our blessing. Much gratitude.
Wow Joan!
the part about the aroma of coffee and holding the warm cup. Realized there was no cream so had to go to the store. It all just unfolded. Bought some chicken bits to make soup as it's rainy and cool here - into the flow state, now watching a crow helping him or herself to the bones and stuff I will not use. Thank you so much.
Yes! Living-Dying in the ever changing emptiness, moment after moment.
Hand on heart…just so beautiful. Thank you 😍
Your words brought me to tears and my heart burst wide open.... resting in the beauty of Just This. Overflowing gratitude to you Joan.
Thanks again Joan. What I love about your posts is that the contain great insight coupled with common sense. Rare indeed. Much Love to all.
The whole time I was reading this, I was flashing on Bob Adamson's famous and incisive line, "What's wrong with right now if you don't think about it?" Your essay is like a vibrant commentary on that. Or else Adamson's line is like a condensation of your essay. Either way, totally delightful.