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Rated: ASR · Book · Cultural · #2015972
I have tried to summarize my observation with vivid and simple manner.
#903324 added January 28, 2017 at 12:10am
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WHAT IS DEATH?
It was never born; thus it can never die.
How can you die? Who says that you were ever born? There is only the life of an unquestioned thought. There is only mind, if anything.
After you think the thought "I'm going to die," where did that thought go? Isn't another thought your only proof that it's true? Who would you be without your story? That's how the world begins. "I." "I am." "I am a woman." "I am a woman who is getting up to brush her teeth and go to work." And on and on, until the world becomes denser and denser.
"I am"—question that. That is where the world ends, until what's left comes back to explore the next concept. Do you continue after death? If you question your mind deeply enough, you'll see that what you are is beyond life and death.
The questioned mind, because it's no longer seeking, is free to travel limitlessly. It understands that since it was never born, it can never die. It's infinite, because it has no desires for itself. It withholds nothing. It's unconditional, unceasing, fearless, tireless, without reservations. It has to give.
That's its nature. Since all beings are its own dear reflected self, it's always receiving, giving itself back to itself.
A stuck mind is the only death—death by torture.
The unquestioned mind, believing what it thinks, lives in dead ends—frustrated, hopeless, forever trying to find a way out, only to experience another dead end. And each time the problem is solved, another problem pops up. That's how the unquestioned mind has to live. It's stuck in the oldest stories, like a dinosaur still chewing on the same old grass.
When I woke up to reality in 1986,I noticed stories arising inside me that had been troubling mankind forever. I felt absolutely committed to undoing every stressful story that had ever been told. I was the mind of the world, and each
time one of the stories was seen for what it really was and thus undone in me, it was undone in the whole world, because there is only one thinker.

Meditation

Meditation is always ideal; there is no need to correct anything. Since everything that arises is simply the play of mind as such, there is no unsatisfactory meditation and no need to judge thoughts as good or bad.
Therefore we should simply sit. Simply stay in your own place, in your own condition just as it is. Forgetting self-conscious feelings, we do not have to think "I am meditating." Our practice should be without effort, without strain, without attempts to control or force and without trying to become "peaceful."
If we find that we are disturbing ourselves in any of these ways, we stop meditating and simply rest or relax for a while. Then we resume our meditation.
If we have "interesting experiences" either during or after meditation, we should avoid making anything special of them. To spend time thinking about experiences is simply a distraction and an attempt to become unnatural. These experiences are simply signs of practice and should be regarded as transient events. We should not attempt to re-experience them because to do so only serves to distort the natural spontaneity of mind.

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