23 июня, 2007
The world is mine
This is my world. This is my planet. And my planet rocks!
All there is is me, all there is is mine. Before all beginnings, after all endings - I am. All has its being in me, in the "I am", that shines in every living being. Even not-being is unthinkable without me. Whatever happens, I must be there to witness it.
I do not negate the world. I see it as appearing in consciousness, which is the totality of the known in the immensity of the unknown. What begins and ends is mere appearance. The world can be said to appear, but not to be. The appearance may last very long on some scale of time, and be very short on another, but ultimately it comes to the same. Whatever is time bound is momentary and has no reality.
What in your case occupies the entire field of consciousness, is a mere speck in mine. The world lasts, but for a moment. It is your memory that makes you think that the world continues. Myself, I don't live by memory. I see the world as it is, a momentary appearance in consciousness.
This world is illusion. But the illusion itself is real.
Is not the idea of a total world a part of your personal world? The universe does not come to tell you that you are a part of it. It is you who have invented a totality to contain you as a part. In fact all you know is your own private world, however well you have furnished it with your imaginations and expectations.
My world is just like yours. I see, I hear, I feel, I think, I speak and act in a world I perceive, just like you. But with you it is all, with me it is nothing. Knowing the world to be a part of myself, I pay it no more attention than you pay to the food you have eaten. I have eaten up the world and I need not think of it any more.
Whatever is spoken is speech only. Whatever is thought is thought only. The real meaning is unexplainable, though experienceable. The real is true, but ideas about real are false, for all ideas are false.
The undisturbed state of being is bliss; the disturbed state is what appears as the world. In non-duality there is bliss; in duality - experience. What comes and goes is experience with its duality of pain and pleasure. Bliss is not to be known. Bliss is to be. One is always bliss, but never blissful. Bliss is not an attribute.