The “you” talking to me, is “I” unfoldment. The dog barking, is “I” unfoldment. The students drowned, is “I” unfoldment. The world news, is “I” unfoldment. In short, experiences unfolds the “me”. There is no “I” except experiences unfolding. In the unfoldment, the “I” arises.
All experiences is of me, not for me or to me
Nothing comes to me or for me, except life is unfolding itself – an experience of me.
Do I ever say the mind comes to me? No, I don’t. I take it for granted that “I am” experiencing – I don’t even have a moment of thought that the mind is out from me or in me, neither is it coming for me nor to me. These statements are totally non-existence, non-questioned, irrelevant to me. I simply experience what I am already experiencing, for I have never seen it separated. If I say the mind is for me or to me, I will have an impression that the mind is separated from me. If that is so, I may even choose to reject or accept it, since it is not me. But I don’t. I can’t. I don’t even have that question in the first place, for the experience is simply unfolding me. I and the experiences are not divided. I am the experience.
But what occurs when I am sick? Do I see the sickness as a separation from me, that it is coming to me? That it is not a part of me? If I were to see it that way, I would have resisted the sickness as I am not that. But if I were not to question the sickness but rather an unfoldment of life itself, unfolding me, then the sickness is not a problem. But simply an experience of me.
The news in the papers. The agony, humor and joy of those news. Do I get angry with what I read? Do I feel happy with what I read? Both seems to give me an impression that the news is coming to me, separated from me. Can I tune myself to see it not as out there coming to or for me in here, but rather an experience unfolding, of me. When there is no out there, there is simply no in here too, except experiences unfolding – me. Then I don’t get it personal – for it is simply an unfoldment of me – experiencing. The news is me.
The nitty-gritty complaints of my parents. Is it out there coming to me that I am, in here, feeling so uncomfortable? Or both seemingly existence of in here or out there does not actually exist except life unfolding itself, which is me – just like the mind which I don’t even questioned, experiencing all the time. Could it be the wanting and not wanting the experiences that projects out the meaning of inside and outside me? If I don’t see it separated from me, how then can I reject or held on to it? Totally irrelevant.
Everything I am experiencing, the experience itself, be it a sickness, a meeting of friends, a flu, a career I am working on, an argument I am experiencing, the floor I am standing on, the parents I am facing, my wife’s comments, my joy and grief, the unfairness of the world, the anger of pollution, the dirty feeling of my defecation, the someone dumping rubbish on my doorstep – everything is not out there or in here but unfoldment of me.
Go along in life and explore this new way of seeing things – all experiences is of me, not for me or to me. You will be amazed by what comes out from this space. There is no need for acceptance to come into place for it is of me! Just pure variation of experiences.
It’s Time to Get Real!
How would I react if I wake up one morning, awakened to the realization that the so-called reality I am in here is in fact, a reality show – playing at real time all the while? Have you ever watched a reality show, where every chosen entry and the challenges they confront are all for real, except that it is done for entertainment purposes? The life I am in now – am I being watched … by me? Am I in the show or am I merely a sole observer, being entertained by the show – my dream?
You see, I can only know I was dreaming after awakened from the dream, not in the dream itself. While in the dream everything is real. I eat, walk, talk and even argue – exact activities as I am here. Probably I am breathing in the dream too, or even experiencing sleeping. And when I am being triggered by anything, I can be angry too. I did not exclaim “eh, it is just a dream – why do I take it so real?” Could it be that everyone and everything in my dream is me – since there is no other observing it except myself, the dreamer. So, is the dream, me? That everything in it, is me?
Yet there is two me – myself as the dreamer and my presence in the dream – which am I? There is no one sharing my dream, I am alone watching it and yet participating in it. If I am a dreamer of the dream – a creator of the dream, so to speak – surely everything in it is a part of me, including the ground I stood, the people I meet, the air I breathe, the places I am in – everything from the minutest to the obvious – is me! Could it be my very own projection that makes the whole entire dream so real? Could it be there is actually nothing there in the dream which I call real at that moment of time, except my perception projecting and playing it all out for me to experience – like my day dreaming over somewhere else and yet was just a thought I am experiencing. Am I alone?
What if this Now, the so-called reality, can be a dream too – just that I have not awoken from here yet? That the “me” here, typing out these words, is only a bundle of ideas replaying itself here in this dream, that everything I experienced, including this article I am writing is a part of a projection? The chair I am sitting, the computer I am looking at, the feel of the room, the disorganized table, the light in the room, the morning, the night, the you, the everything – is me, a dreamer of this dream?
Probably the “me” here is not exactly me except a part of the projection of the mind’s conjuring, fabricating out the whole entire reality? The so-called you and others around me are merely a figment of the mind’s perception, replaying out as a dream which I am not awoken to it yet? Who is the dreamer, by the way, or is there any? I can’t know unless and until there is an awakening experience of some sort, like me waking up from my dream sleep.
So what is real here? Could it be unreal? How would I know except to speculate until I come to experience it myself, the awakening. Until then I look for clues in this reality to investigate whether this is a dream or not. One thing is for sure – when I am not aware, I am liken to dreaming. When I am aware, I am out from the dream state. If this whole entire setup is truly a dream, it means I am dreaming in a bigger dream! What a bizarre thought!
I am here and yet I am not here!