Ed,
Thank you very much for the reply and the books.
Well, that's the point. I'm acquainted with Nisargadatta's and other respectable advaitin sages' teachings, and I had some years ago realized what you're pointing - 'That' beyond consciousness, prior to consciousness, that many talk about but they don't have a glue about what 'it' is because it's a 'no-thing', it's not graspable, mind can't know it. And I say that this is the point because what happened to me did lead me to question even such a consciousness: is there a consciousness?
And what about 'that' that is also thought, accumulated knowledge operating in the machine, the organism, the interpreter generating the complete idea about 'that'? It’s also a concept, a thought. I don't know if I'm making myself clear... I'm questioning even that 'real me' ("YOU", as you say).
Accumulated knowledge or culture or thought or mind, if you prefer, is operating, 'running' the machine - the body - and such accumulated knowledge is the only instrument, the interpreter, there's no other instrument, and such an instrument is conditioned from the roots, then there's no way out. I mean…'you' are that knowledge, that accumulated knowledge functioning the machine as its operational system, and such a ‘you’, and memory, is what is giving the impression of a 'phantom in the machine', a 'psyché', 'soul', 'I', 'ego' or whatever you prefer to call it.
You see, there's nothing else there. The machine in the natural state would be functioning purely by means of the life's energy, without the interference of thought, which is the enemy, you know.
You see, a baby, for example, is natural, freed from all the prisons of thought. But, soon, parents and the whole society begin to give him the false notion of separation by ‘saving’ such information, the accumulated knowledge, in the baby's 'data-bank', and the poor bastard is already deluded from the beginning (laughter).
You see, then the glands, which correspond directly to the so-called chakras, cease to function, and the body is then operated by that 'operational system', the accumulated knowledge, thought, the enemy, and that is why doctors found out that people in puberty have such glands stopped. But those glands were operating and ruling the machine, the body, until the moment when all that shit - thought, accumulated knowledge – was put there. That is what is preventing the natural state to prevail – culture or thought or accumulated knowledge or whatever you prefer to call it.
And the only chance is: if, by a stroke of luck or a ‘Divine Grace’, if you prefer, such a rubbish in the system is washed out - because it's impossible to be removed (any movement in order to remove it would only be replacement, it would be thought itself ‘cheating’ itself in order to try to keep on perpetuating itself, and there's no other instrument) -, and then a physical mutation take place - something hard, nothing related to that 'blissful' talk at all. Life's energy will retook the command, and, freed from that rubbish, the organism will then be reactivated in the natural state again. That is what happened to me, in spite of all that I have done, all the sadhana and all those things I sincerely practiced for 25 years in my life.
Then I'm questioning consciousness because, you see, what is it that is having the whole idea of consciousness if not thought, that accumulated knowledge itself? Even consciousness is a ‘data’ in such a ‘data-bank’, it’s also a concept, and that ‘data-bank’ is totally conditioned, compromised from the roots, and there's no other instrument - thought, the intellect, is all that is there, and it is giving new answers out the same old ‘data-bank’, transforming the very questions into new recycled answers, but you see, they can't access beyond of themselves, they can’t go beyond themselves, thought is the only instrument and it’s restricted to itself.
Then I realized that there's not even such a thing as consciousness at all, you see. It's thought that is the very thinking about consciousness itself, consciousness doesn't exist but as an idea, thought, a concept, and the same regarding that 'YOU', 'ultimate reality' etc.
Without that interpreter you have no way to know, to see or experience anything. Even the notion that consciousness is just a concept happening and appearing to such a 'YOU', which is supposed to be entirely beyond the world and all phenomena, is also a concept. It's that same source – thought - that is operating.
You see, I have no way to know if there's something beyond. Thought can't 'touch' 'there' and there's no other instrument. Then my will to seek was over. Search was over. You see, if there's no way out, better go out there and do anything usual than pay attention to such silly questions.
The machine, the body, is all that is there, and thought, accumulated knowledge, which is in the whole space, is operating the machine since it was 'installed' there, and there's no way out because thought itself is the only instrument and it is always doing the opposite, trying to perpetuate itself, then there's no way out. Only if that acausal 'finish' occur. Then that natural state prevail, that state in which thought is obviously still there, but only as a background, in order to make communication possible etc, but not as that previous interference anymore. And even this is that very same instrument barking out loud. It’s also a concept.
If there is 'something' beyond thought, considering that thought is the only instrument, what is that will be there to experience or realize, whatever, the existence of 'that'?
Then we have no way to know, you see. Then a kind of 'blankness', but not in a bad sense, took place. I began to lose the interest in the world out there, in going out home etc, but I'm no way 'depressive' or something as people think, on the contrary, this freshness that remains due to the end of wasting energy in a thing that doesn't exist at all, is something that changed my day-by-day without a chance to get back to that former way of life.
Questions on the subject don't arise anymore, at all. Then sometimes a few thoughts appear, I was wondering 'why is that I'm acting in a way so hard regarding all the spiritual things?', then I found your site and wrote to you. I know that it's nothing but that accumulated knowledge which is writing this and acting that way that is written here, no self here at all. But sometimes another thought appears: "and if such a behaviour is ‘bad’?", but it soon disappears, as I realized that there's nothing to the 'two sides of the coin' at all, that they're the only and same, and that there's not even any coin at all. It's all thought cheating itself in order to don’t be killed by the acceptance of the fact that it’s nothing but a bunch of concepts, an ‘operational system’, running and cheating the ‘machine’, the body.
If thought were not here, this machine would have a chance to be something extraordinary, life's energy is 'something' immeasurable, you know. But, you see, not a chance. Thought is the only instrument and it's useless, any movement that it's making in order to escape from itself is itself the same way, you know. And its uselessness is not something 'wrong', Nature could not be that failure, it's useless because there's no need to make any movement in order to realize anything because that natural state is already there, you don't need to take a travel to the place where you already are. And any movement in order to reach such a place will just distract/‘remove’ you from that place because you're already there. Then you’re sort of ‘dissolved’ in the total absence of questioning, seeking, wanting/thinking etc, you know. And this is the way I find myself from then on.
Well, this is what I realized, Sir.
You see, I don't know if those books will be useful to me, but I'll ready them, without doubt, and I thank you once again for them. Nisargadatta's "Prior to Consciousness" I know, I did read it, and that "Autobiography..." by you I was reading on your site that day, it was what led me to feel that you could be the right person for me to write to. I'll continue to read it now that you gave me the e-book version.
Thank you very much.
Love,
Sam
PS: You see, that space, all that 'data-bank' IS the only 'real I' that there is. You see, not even 'I am' because there's no one here to be anything anyway at all. You already are, period. And what would be necessary something else?
That knowledge is all that 'we' are, and there's nothing beyond. If not by thought/accumulated knowledge we don't exist, we're nothing but false impressions of thought itself. We are knowledge.
We are the knowledge running the machine. We are ‘the problem’ in the machine. Once one realizes that 'he' is nothing but that knowledge, something dead, he is finished.
You see, he knows that it was all myths, he is a myth. He not even existed, never, at all.
Body will be reshuffled by nature and the rest of mankind will be operated by that only and same accumulated rubbish, and that’s the only continuity of life that exists. And the body can't know even if it's alive, much less if it will 'die' some day.
Then what remains is spontaneous living, without fear. It's this ‘freshness’, all that accumulated knowledge can’t influence me anymore, nothing can influence me anymore.
I'm nothing but a myth and life's energy somehow took the control back and still keeps a background memory of 'me' (we’re only finally killed when we die, there’s no way to be totally free from thought while still living), then I don't even worry about anything at all.
Truly, I'm in a way now that I'm stopping even to ponder if such a totally spontaneous behaviour is 'wrong' or 'not'. Strangely, the more I realize things as they are, the more strange phenomena seem to take place. Visions, sudden absences of perception, a sort of waking-dream experience, something funny and strange too, lights, flashes surrounding my head, my body, a protuberance appeared on my forehead, and those feelings, as if a electric current was running up the spine, are occurring again, perhaps so intense as they used to happen when I was younger.
Yet, the 'I am' is 'here', but without a complement - "I am...(something)", only 'I am', only pure being. But I'm aware that even such an 'entity' is an illusion, of course. And I'm even aware of the fact that this very knowledge is also knowledge/thought itself. Then the realization that there's nothing to realize because there's no one to realize anything at all simply made me lost the whole interest in anything. This is what happened to me.
I never went to India or somewhere else, I just wanted 'That' so much, 'That' that all teachings promise in 'the end', that 'Goal', I wanted ‘it’ with all my heart, all my soul, and I almost died for two times at least due to those spontaneous events during the kriya yoga times, because I wanted it for real.
I used to live totally surrended to God and begging Him "give me 'That' if possible, please!", and many strange powers and things happened - once even a kind of lizard came and performed the 'namaste' gesture greeting me! And powers, siddhis, you know, I began to perceive them, I was wondering 'how are these things possible?!'. I could think something and that thing certainly would manifest soon, and then over and over and over again.
I also discovered that I could move some objects just by means of thought, without touching them, and I could know things about people who I had never seen before, and many other strange things.
I was totally lost too, sometimes total absence of who I am used to take place, I began to ponder if I was not suffering from alzheimer or something similar, but I could remember everything later, it was just a spontaneous, sudden absence of identity, only pure ‘beingness’ was running the machine, without Samuel there anymore.
And once I realized that that Samuel is also a myth, the whole movement ('search' etc) ceased to occur. It's not that I realized any thing, I have no way to know, understand? If you asked me: "But, substantially, what happened to you?" I'll have to answer "nothing happened to me at all". I really don't know.
I tell you that this which is writing is just as a background now because it's a fact that I'm living all the time, but I have no way to tell you that I'm a 'self-realized', an 'enlightened' man or anything, you see, I question even such subjects, are there such things? No.