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 |   As the first blog entry got exhausted. My second book |
| Evolution of Love Part 2 |
| The whole problem arises from the belief that we are this person. Silence is our true source and is natural in every one of us" It sees – period. I don’t perceive through my eyes, nor through my understanding or my thoughts. And this vision is so powerful that I cannot take the phenomena that appear for real. I just can’t. That has become impossible. At the same time, the silence, the constant presence, is so intense that I feel that I am constantly alive – alive like never before. Even in those uncomfortable moments in life when I am sick, tired or whatever, this sensation, the presence, is there. So I feel like I am really alive. Words fall short. It is touch without being touched, something is there that is neither touch nor emotion. It is what you might call the joy of being nothing. In this intensity, the presence is so… present, that I cannot be anywhere else. I cannot get caught up in my thoughts, or by what I see, what I feel or what I do. It is as if the ego cannot reconstruct itself anymore. It is like a fourth state which is so strong, so alive that it prevents me from returning to one of the three usual states – waking, dreaming or deep sleep. There’s no functioning in a personal way like before. At the same time, this presence feels like a sensation that could be likened, at a stretch, to touch. Touch, as in a finger poised at the level of the heart. It emanates from the heart and encompasses everything. Everything that appears, from one minute to the next, appears within this thing. This profound feeling that I am there without being there. Something continues to see, to function, but I can no longer be tricked or trapped in my old psyche. Things perceived no longer have any power. They are there in the background. Even if Yolande’s way of doing things does not seem to have changed, inside, this thing is there in the foreground, each and every minute there in the foreground. Clearly, it diminishes the importance of what is experienced. All attention is focused on the silence, the presence, whether or not I want it to do so. There is nothing but that and everything that happens from one minute to the next is there in the background. It’s exciting. I have fallen in love with this thing, fallen in love with the present moment, or, more precisely with what precedes the present moment. I have fallen in love with this thing that makes it possible to live in a calm and gentle fashion. This vision which sees, which enables seeing without the I/me being there: how could anyone do anything but fall hopelessly in love with it! |
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