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#2120 - Thursday, April 21, 2005 - Guest Editor: Julian Noyce
Julian Noyce, the founder of Non-Duality Press -- http://www.non-dualitybooks.com/ -- is the guest editor of today's Highlights. He has made selections from a new soon-to-be-published book by a new guy on the scene, Guy Smith, a 24 year old nondual whiz. I think you'll like this fresh voice.
"Non-duality Press publishes books on the contemporary expression of Advaita by mostly western authors and speakers. Clear and free from the arcane language of the past, these books represent a 'quiet revolution' in the understanding of Liberation." Julian is dedicated to the task of bringing you books and audios that express radical nonduality.
Selections from, This is Unimaginable and Unavoidable by Guy Smith. 284p. ISBN 0-9547792-5-8
Non-Duality Press (http://www.non-dualitybooks.com) release date May 10th.
I love this book! It is passionate, uncompromising, irreverent, intimately openhanded and wonderfully without any sense of order or progression.
Throughout the whole work there is very little that the cunning guru mind can get hold of and turn into a belief system. There is a powerful invitation within these outpourings which seems to harbour and generate a feeling of the sensuous, the impersonal, the unbounded mystery that lies beyond the words.
This is not a book to wade through steadily, but rather a deep pool in which to dip ones foot . . . and maybe fall in.
There is a proliferation of so-called Advaita/Non-dual literature available today, and virtually all of it is borne out of a fundamental misconception about the nature of being. However, during the last decade some rare, clear voices have emerged out of the mist, and Guys work is surely an inspiring and unique confirmation of this wonderful message.
Nondual expression is contradictory
Nondual expression is very often contradictory. One says When awakening happens... one moment, and the next moment one says there is no awakening; all there is is awakeness. One says there is no time and then, Four months ago, when it first became apparent that there was no time!! One says, There is no space, no such thing as space and then one says And that is seen over here, while that same seeing is overlaid by beliefs over there. One says, There is the appearance of colours and forms and one says, There is no colour, no form, nothing. One says, There is no one here, and then one says, Today when I was going to the shops to buy some eggs... This contradiction happens only because words describe the limited. Words describe something located somewhere. Even if the word is everything there is a tendency for the mind to make an abstraction of this, cognising a symbol or a structure or a movement or an image that is supposed to represent everything. So attempting to talk about nonduality is a bit like dancing on hot coals. Everywhere you tread, each word you choose, each phrase, each subject, is dangerous, is misleading, is conducive to perpetuating the idea of separative selfhood and all its difficulties and hurtfulness. One dances on coals; one dances to keep moving away from words, to keep eluding thought, while at the same time, leaping right onto fresh problems, fresh structures.
Having said all this, there are ways in which words are wonderfully expressive of nonduality.
I am the hardest button to button
There is a song by The White Stripes called The Hardest Button To Button. This is one of the best metaphors for selfhood I have ever come across. I am the hardest button to button because however much there is bragging and asserting, defending and justifying, however much effort is put in, there is still no one here, this is still purely the activity of impersonal, characterless consciousness. One tries over and over again to make that button appear through the buttonhole, to make self a real, stable, forceful reality, this effort to be a someone, a free will; but it just wont happen, because it is a lie. There is only consciousness, trying to believe it is a person, but deep down knowing there is no one.
No biography is written here.
Biography is the fullest delusion there is.
Delusion is fine
But it is counteractive to the pointing out of how things really are
(Going on here).
Biography describes a distinguishable, singular something it calls a someone.
It talks in terms of a body, a mind and a life
As well as birthplace, family and so on.
This narrative has no interest in perpetuating such myths.
In fact, its singular concern is the extinction of all such fictions.
There is no body or mind, let alone any life or person.
Look: where is this thing that has been labelled you or me?
Right now, this very moment - where is it?
There are colours and shapes,
A sense of perspective,
Sounds and feelings
And so on.
But where in any of this is a person?
There is no such thing.
The fact is: there is no such thing as things.
There are no objects,
There is just supple, fluid impression
Appearing and disappearing.
To talk about an object called Guy Smith
Who one day got or became
Another object called enlightenment
There is no choice whatsoever
Do you think that you are choosing to read this?
It is these words that are grabbing your attention.
You dont know what words are here
And what they have to say
Until you read them,
So how can you make any choice
About whether to read them or not?
Even if you agree with this
You may believe you have the power to choose whether or not to continue reading.
The first bit is boring, so the chances are so is the rest of it.
You cannot even choose this: there is no such thing as choice.
Notice that continued reading either happens
Or it doesnt.
Continued reading may have followed the thought I think I will continue reading
But that is just something else that happened,
Another uncontrollable event.
This is just happening.
There is no choice and no responsibility.
When this is seen
Guilt and blame dissolve as misconceptions.
Then there is freedom,
And there is absolute forgiveness of everything and everyone.
This is love.
An account of experience one week after awakening
Clarity glows like a radiant mist that in fact demystifies and brightens, sometimes almost unbearably so. It is a luminous presence; it is a sheen and a shimmering. It is a collapsing into light. One walks the streets energised seeing all the appearances of life thinner and more fragile than painted eggshell or coloured foil. Yesterday, as I returned from work looking geeky in shirt and shoes, glasses and wafty hair, I glimpsed a group of young men heckling me and sticking their middle figures up at me from an upstairs flat. And where was the fear? Nowhere to be seen! It was just immaculateness demanding my attention: Here I am I love you, it shouted! This sense was so intensely felt that even a mischievous subsequent wish that I could have stared more lengthily and lovingly into those flashing eyes and erect fingers happened and repeated several times.
Still I awake to that frazzled, jaded, separate feeling, and find the mind occupied with combating the implicit doubt that it hasnt happened with affirmations that desire a future emergence of oneness. And then it is realised or rather remembered (for the umpteen billonth time!) that this frazzled, jaded, separate feeling is it, is enlightenment, is oneness and then funnily enough (and so I guess strengthening the false belief a little) the lush, fresh, lightness tends to seep immediately from everywhere!
Sometimes this lush, fresh feeling, the taste of oneness, actually feels undesirable well almost! This is a refreshing revelation as it counteracts a little the compulsive, needy leaning towards this blissful experience; a leaning that marked pre-enlightenment, and lingers as a sort of mechanical, habitual residue still. This is it, whether it be luscious relaxation and light, or fear, uptightness, defensiveness and egotism, or the striving for a particular experience it is all and only oneness.
Planet Earth is myth; there is only Heaven
Is that this is somewhere called Planet Earth
And someone called you lives there.
But have you ever actually encountered this Planet Earth?
You read Planet Earth
And perhaps a sense of a very large or small blue-green orb springs to mind,
Or perhaps a mass of different races and species lumped together as a group.
But this is just a belief, an image appearing.
What actually is the case?
First and foremost,
There is the sense of existence;
There is knowing that something is here, something is going on.
And what is going on,
Is the appearance of colours and shapes,
Sounds and smells,
Touches and tastes.
It is from this only
That the secondary senses
Of The World,
And Me and My Life
See that space and time
Are purely concepts arising in a sense of existence that is always present,
And changelessly so
And you will know that there is only eternity,
Non-Duality Press (http://www.non-dualitybooks.com) release date May 10th.
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