F.: Since postings will be interrupted by a pending surgical procedure, this re-posting will be offered for consideration during the interim. Two postings which are combined below generated more reponses than any other, so they are repeated for further consideration:
THE MOMENT OF REALIZATION
From a site visitor: “I read the vision on your website last night and was blown away. Something happened which I cannot describe, yet I know I do not know all that it could guide me to know. Please amplify. Thank you.”
F.: The truth cannot be stated. Words cannot begin to describe the bliss of Realization and the type of existence that could happen if all were in touch with Reality. Yet you have asked, so I shall try to capture in words to some degree what the moment of Realization is like and what AS IF living is like afterwards.Realization happened just after 9 o’clock PM one spring evening as I lay prone on a love seat in the silence of contemplation. Years of “studying” the Advaita teachings had passed, but then the vision you read the description of had come and it laid out in a specific, clear-cut order the exact steps that had to be followed to Realization. Thus, it happened. After decades of being out of tune with the music of the universe, I felt the rhythm for the first time ever and fell into a step that corresponded with All. After decades of being out of step with Reality (and after decades of trampling about chaotically as a result of being out of tune with All) I was lifted up from this physical realm and felt the metrical cyclings of the harmony of the universe; I finally heard its silent melody and felt in tune with All. The decades of suffering as a result of having been “out of sync” ended and evaporated into a synchronicity with Reality, with Self, and thus with All. “I” had died, and in the fleeting moments during the death throes that brought to a final conclusion that imaginary “physical and mental floyd,” the fictitious elements of a life of lies passed across the screen of consciousness. It was seeing that play for what it had been—nothing more than the Drama of the Lie—that killed “me.”
In losing "life," I lost "birth." In losing my life, my entire life, I lost "death." I was set free by that liberator called “Awareness.” The breath was seen to be leaving the body like a hazy fog and dissolving into the universal air; the physical body was witnessed as it dissolved into the elements. Like an eagle soaring above, I saw clearly as I lost every component of my "self." I was free. In the absence of a physical body, I witnessed those elements that had wrongly been taken to be Me as they dissolved into the trees, the mountains, the stream running across a desert floor, and into thin air. Then the Pure Witness watched the At-one-ment unfold as I came to know I Was, Am and Shall Be All. In losing self, I found Self. In losing the uniqueness of floyd, in losing all self-consciousness, I gained the limitless expanse of Self-Consciousness and That which is beyond even the Self. I understood the true unicity beyond the perceived multiplicity; I knew the illusion of past and future and came to know the truth of Now.
I saw the insignificance of humankind’s pettiness…of persons’ fears and desires and identification with body and mind and personality. I saw the suffering that evolves from the egotism that is used to sustain imaginary ego-states. I saw that which inspires a belief in separation and duality. I saw the darkness of ignorance and arrogance. The rear curtain was pulled back on the mystery of the Drama of the Lie and that allowed all of the falsehoods to be seen; the light shown down and cast away the darkness in which the enigma had flourished and in an instant the riddle of “life” was solved. In seeing that all the lies of all cultures have been nothing more than personal fabrications, I was able to see that the greatest lie had been the lie of my self. I had not been living a lie, as some had suggested. “I” was the lie. I saw the lies about the body, the lies about the mind, the lies about being religious or spiritual and the lies about the advantages thereof. I saw the truth of the Child Ignorance stage via a seagull in a vision and knew that being a gull would have been so much more wonderful than being the person I had been. I dissolved into the light and saw the beginning of this universe and of all universes. The Functioning of the Totality was revealed and understood completely. For a moment, I knew the perfect peace, the bliss of the Oneness and the Realness, the joy—no the ecstasy—of Full Awareness. An exhausting search that had lasted a lifetime was completed with the joyous end of searching, with the blissful end of life, with the merry end of time.
What did not end at that moment was the AS IF existence. What has not ended are the happenings that happen. The True I, the re-purified consciousness, now witnesses the space as it trudges onward through a “life” that signifies nothing—disassociated from any belief in the tales told by idiots, disassociated from any beliefs or concepts at all. All now happens without any basis; all that happens is a result of all causes and has nothing to do with a “me” (with any “self”) at all; all merely happens spontaneously and without the slightest reason. And so it shall be as long as the elements cycle into and out of the thousands of ever-changing bodies called “floyd” which the non-Realized take to be the one, same body. So it shall be until those elements reunite with the pool of the universal elements, until the breath is released and rejoins the universal air, and until the consciousness is freed from the space and returns to the universal pool of energy wherein it had “rested” prior to manifestation. It is the detachment from all that deals with the body and mind and personality that explains why one of O’Neill’s characters was not insane but was sane when he suggested that one “…must always be a little in love with death.” When John Donne asked, “O Death, where is thy sting?” he was not insanely suicidal. He was Realized, fully aware of the truth that death has no sting but also fully aware that “life” has no sting either…if Realized.
How many times have you been stung by “this life,” by events in “your life”? Has the description of the joy of Realization over these two days struck the cord of pure consciousness which You Are? Is that conscious-energy now vibrating with any awareness of the restrictions of the body-mind-personality triad and, conversely, the freedom of (a) limitless beingness and (b) limitless non-beingness and (c) That which is beyond both of those?
