I assume this is pretty common, but it is interesting to me at the moment. I was just sitting quietly, and an image floated by of fishing on the lake with my dad and brother when I was a kid. It's not so much that it's a photorealistic memory but there is something richer or more textured about it than normal. Memories or "sensory textures" like this keep floating by during 'meditation'. I can't tell you what days they were, or how many fish we caught, but I can still sense in some way something about the wind, the way the fishing line felt against fingers, the way the water felt, the goo from a fish's skin, the bit of rust on a hook, creaking noises of the boat, old faded orange life vests, loon noises. I guess these things are "stored" somehow and when the mind noise starts to subside, they can be perceived again.
Beautiful
It's the Essence behind it all no colour is He yet every colour is His
And meditation can be in anything as Osho taught from taking your armour off after a hard days work or going out fishing, to walking in nature alone or with a loved one
I used to work in Birmingham UK on the marketplace mechanically doing the same thing. Finding love was my goal a yearning to have a wife and children yet I wasn't present my body wasn't present for This as I had moved away from my childhood innocence and I could feel the weight of everyday living creeping in against the innocence the play as a child. The slowdown of the body against the playful side of being a child. Where everything is a wonder and ever new
Reefs points at this in his posts. It may be misunderstood as people go by a ratings list a filter on how you should present a teaching. I may not agree on some of the channelled teachings using another persons body when you should be in the flesh speaking your Truth. But what do I know
In the marketplace mention Ramana and you have a higher rating it seems. Shawn will rate you
But is that true for you?
meeting my first teacher as I couldn't language This, as That made itself known, still can't as the pen slips as there is no language for This just enjoying a cup of tea with him was meditation being in the Now
I never got that wife or child btw as That pinned me like a butterfly 🦋 . It's difficult now as the stillness and silence is the true lover the pre reality
I'm not so located in the parts of the old me so much just an occasional voice here and there that appears from the past but is seen through against the silence you are
Some people criticise Osho on his material wealth or Eckharts but their pointing. And I may be wrong as I don't know them personally but it feels like play to me. They are pointing at living in the world as well as Being in your true nature. Zorba the Buddha Osho said once in his Satsang
As I had in the story met people on the marketplace buyers and sellers but meeting my first teacher as I needed help as the mind was made still as there was no want for anything for almost 14 years until I had to come back down the mountain to the work place. Had to pay the bills. It wasn't easy at first. To go back to work. Even now luckily I have an understanding workplace a flower or a sandwich can make me late for work. And they laugh 😂 at work you're an hour late don't tell us a flower held you up.
Yes it did
My first teacher a teacher of non duality I said your eyes are different from the buyers in the marketplace as I know how to sell but your eyes aren't buying anything you're not easy to sell to. He said so are yours take a look in the mirror. But he was my mirror for where I was at. Just as you are describing the mirror of experience the colours That has graced you with your beautiful experience and colours graced from That.
As That colours you in to eventually find the painter behind the picture of an apparent separate me
I was speaking to my nephew the other day he's half Indian half English recently had an engagement party but he said I never understood what you meant by being in the present moment
But I had a dance with my partner but I was present to the moment for the first time ever. Even my younger brother attended a football match came in with a tray of chips where I would have questioned him it all disappeared in the dance yet everything was alive perfect but I was smiling the body was moving but I felt I wasn't separate from anyone including my younger brother who came in after a football match to attend the party. It was perfect
I do feel this is a common experience yet for many as the thought patterns creeps back in
Dismiss the silence stillness they experience they may read about experiences from sages, or go by Shawns list of ratings but This is for all. And search as a result but That paints you in a certain colour a unique colour for a reason as you eventually look for the painter behind the experience. To when he didn't apply any colour to you.
Thanks for sharing. How This appears for you will be different from another as That doesn't repeat. So your story are His colours he's graced you with.
And how That appears will be different for all. And how you express it too
Don't rely on sages or books any true teacher will want you to go beyond them
To be new, to the present moment so the birds that take shelter on your branch can be in real freedom and express themselves beyond the teaching of the old tree you may have been disciplined under
As That is ever new. Here and Now.
