<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206</id><updated>2011-12-13T02:07:24.988+01:00</updated><category term='trusting'/><category term='Shadow Work'/><category term='attachment'/><category term='no mind'/><category term='grasping'/><category term='lacking intelligence'/><category term='stillness'/><category term='how to stop worrying'/><category term='Zen mirror'/><category term='flaws'/><category term='not-self'/><category term='death'/><category term='self'/><category term='the present moment'/><category term='nibbana'/><category term='Kunalini Yoga'/><category term='living in the moment'/><category term='lucid dreams'/><category term='clarity of mind'/><category term='I.Q.'/><category term='lucid dreaming'/><category term='Jhana'/><category term='meditation'/><category term='Atman'/><category term='present moment'/><category term='Formless Spheres'/><category term='inner world'/><category term='one with everything'/><category term='transcendence'/><category term='altered states'/><category term='nirvana'/><category term='Vipassana Meditation'/><category term='arrow of time'/><category term='silence of the mind'/><category term='true self'/><category term='zen'/><category term='eternal'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='waking up'/><category term='luminous mind'/><category term='Samatha Meditation'/><category term='don&apos;t-know mind'/><category term='false self'/><category term='silent mind'/><category term='worry'/><category term='silence'/><category term='enlightenment'/><category term='ineffable'/><category term='transformation'/><category term='outer world'/><category term='pure mind'/><category term='Mystics'/><category term='Buddhism'/><category term='faith'/><category term='what is time?'/><category term='Tai Chi Chuan'/><category term='vitamins'/><category term='listening'/><category term='stop thinking'/><category term='Camus'/><category term='no self'/><category term='Witness'/><category term='suicide'/><category term='a means to an end'/><category term='Supreme Self'/><category term='no-self'/><category term='nihilism'/><category term='the now'/><category term='what is time'/><category term='letting go'/><category term='transcending the mind'/><title type='text'>Tallis Grayson</title><subtitle type='html'>On Transcending and Embracing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-2129365857837265748</id><published>2011-02-26T17:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T21:47:11.867+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Separation is not</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;When the movement of thought ceases there is no separation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the movement of thought returns there is still no separation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought is but a wisp of smoke. Pre-awakening it obscures the truth, creating the illusion of separation when, in fact, there is no actual separation. Post-awakening, even when thoughts return, separation is not, both actual or apparent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought is just black ink on a blank white page - the blank white page is one, when black ink comes the page is still one, and the black ink is one with the white page. There is no separation, period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This post was inspired by Jensen Ruehle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-2129365857837265748?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/2129365857837265748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2011/02/separation-is-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/2129365857837265748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/2129365857837265748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2011/02/separation-is-not.html' title='Separation is not'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-401328553183754727</id><published>2011-02-25T19:58:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:39:12.825+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no self'/><title type='text'>A rambling conversation with a self that does not exist.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;This is a&amp;nbsp;rambling conversation with a&amp;nbsp;friend who believes he does not exist. (Mostly I’m just talking to myself . . .) Is there a real self, or is the self just a thought, a wisp of smoke, an illusion? (I think it is clear that there is physically&amp;nbsp;no &lt;u&gt;separate&lt;/u&gt; self, for nothing is separate.&amp;nbsp;You are not separate,&amp;nbsp;on a physical level, from nature - from the tree outside your window, from the birds singing in the park.&amp;nbsp;Any division is ultimately created by the mind.&amp;nbsp; But what about a non-separate self? Is the non-separate self just an illusion, a product of one's thinking.)&amp;nbsp;First of all, we need to define the term 'thinking.' What do I mean by ‘thought’ or ‘thinking’ or ‘mind’? By all those terms I mean the same thing. I mean the 'voice in your head,' like the voice you hear when you read. Or we could say that hearing the thinking voice in your head is evidence that objective thinking (neuronic activity - (sounds dangerous!)) is occuring. I usually use&amp;nbsp;the words "brain" and "mind" quite distinctly. The neurons associated with thinking (the voice you hear in your head) probably represent only a very small percentage of the total number of neurons in the brain. The brain controls and regulates hundreds of the body's systems - thinking is but one. Most animals don't hear a voice in their head - an educated guess. Yet even without a working symbol based language they can still recognize a large array of sights &amp;amp; sounds. Humans, probably, are the same. You don't have to be thinking to know something. Now here is an important point: It seems to me that the illusionary sense of self is more than just a thought. It is based on a set of experiences that are more basic, more primal shall we say, than thinking. I think that is one reason that the illusionary sense of self is so hard to see through - to realize as illusion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to defining 'thinking.' We can make the word 'thinking' mean whatever we want or agree upon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Thinking can mean hearing a voice in your head, corresponding to the firing of the appropriate set of neurons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Thinking can mean that the brain is operating. So when the hypothalamus sends a signal to release thyrotropin to help regulate some subsystem of the endocrine system, that is thinking. In other words, thinking means neurons are firing, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Thinking can mean that the cerebrum is operating - the part of the brain that controls higher reasoning, vocabulary, voluntary muscle movement, etc... This means that if you are walking, then you are thinking, (for voluntary muscles are being controlled).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to keep things simple I usually define thinking as 'the voice in your head.' So I'll be using that definition for the rest of this conversation. For some, the thinking voice in&amp;nbsp;the head is mostly&amp;nbsp;not&amp;nbsp;present. It comes when it is needed ...&amp;nbsp; if that sounds like you I invite you to notice how much understanding takes place below the thinking level. Pure and primal recognition of various types of experiences, objects, sounds . . . without naming them - without a running commentary seems to be a very basic, fundamental ability of the brain. This kind of recognition seems to take place independently of&amp;nbsp; "thinking" as I am defining it - the recognition happens when thinking is present, it happens when thinking is not present, it happens when thinking is just a faint background noise of the mind. It is more primitive than thinking, &amp;amp; probably evolved in the brain long before the language centres did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that we have at least attempted to define 'thinking,' let's get on with other matters. The real issue here is can subjective experiences (which are the only things that we can know directly) ever conclusively tell us anything about the existence or non-existence of a real objective will or self? So we agree, the subjective sense of self is illusionary - but does it necessarily follow that there is no objective self at all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the following two cases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case One: You twirl a flashlight in a circle in the dark - it appears that there is a solid circle. But that is just an illusion, really there is not a solid circle. Is the self's illusionary existence similar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case Two: You see your face reflected in the water at the river's edge. You are fooled, you think the reflection is your real face. You watch yourself (as the reflection), &amp;amp; perhaps on a windy day you notice how unstable it is, finally you touch the water with your hand and realize once and for all that the reflection is not solid - it is not a real face. You conclude that you do not have a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case one you have reached a sound conclusion, the circle is not solid, it is an illusion. However, in the 2nd case you've made an error, your conclusion is not sound. Just because what you mistook as the self is now seen for what it is, a reflection (an illusion) it does not follow that you don't exist. Case two is how Ramana Maharshi saw things, I believe. I mean without the error. He used the term I-I to denote the relationship between the real Self and one's illusionary sense of self. He would say things like if you think you have not found the True Self, the very awareness of that lack is the True Self. (not an exact quote, but something like that...) So everyone's sense of self is a mirage, an illusion. But what does that even mean? What type of illusion is it? Most illusions still appear to be illusions even when you know that they are just illusions. For example, a straw sitting in a glass of water looks bent. It is not really bent, it just looks bent. Even when you thoroughly understand the optical principles behind this illusion - that the straw really is not bent, this understanding does not change your perception, the straw still appears to be bent. Now if you pour out the water or take out the straw, then the illusion is gone. The straw looks normal. But you can pour the water back in or put back the straw and the illusion returns. Or you can destroy the straw once and for all. No more illusion. The illusion cannot be created with this straw ever again. I'm trying to illustrate the different 'states' possible here. What are those possible states? Let's be more clear: First, there are those who's self system, functioning on a biological, physiological, neurological level, has remained unchanged. The fact that one's experience of being a self is illusionary has not been understood. (The straw is in the glass of water, it appears to be bent, and one believes that it really is bent.) Second, there are those who's self system is still functioning on a biological, physiological, neurological level, however the illusionary nature of one's self system, the illusionary experience that is one's sense of self has been thoroughly understood and penetrated. Although it has been understood, the illusion is still being experienced - it still definitely seems like you are or have a self. (The straw is still in the glass of water, and still appears bent, but one understands that this is just an illusion, that the straw is not really bent.) Third, there are those who's self system is still functioning on a biological, physiological, neurological level, however it has been significantly altered at the physical level to the extent that one's illusionary sense of self (a subjective experience) has completely and permanently vanished. (The water and the straw have been permanently separated preventing the illusion from occurring.) Fourth, there are those who's self system is still functioning on a biological, physiological, neurological level, however it has been significantly altered at the physical level to the extent that one's illusionary sense of self (a subjective experience) is normally, effortlessly and naturally absent. Although, it is still possible to create and experience one's illusionary sense of self to some degree by ....how shall I put this ... by letting the illusionary experiences of 'selfness' flow back into consciousness - (by letting the water flow back into the glass). Fifth, there are those who have undergone the complete biological, physiological, neurological collapse of the self system. (Serious brain damage equated with the destruction of the straw.) Now if one equates enlightenment with case 5, then we have a serious problem. The biological components of the self system are found within various substructures of the cerebral cortex (responsible for memory, attention, perceptual awareness, thought, language, and consciousness, . . .), .including the hippocampus (required for the formation of long-term memories), the mammillary body and the Dentate gyrus (also important for the formation of memories), the primary motor cortex &amp;amp; other frontal lobe motor areas (responsible for planned actions), Broca area (a speech and language center), Wernicke's area (where speech comprehension takes place). . . and on and on and on . . . to completely collapse the self system would involve serious damage to countless brain structures. You'd be a vegetable! For a number of years after my mind became silent, when my identity (based on short and long term memories, and my inner voice's moment to moment running commentary) collapsed, when beliefs regarding myself held no power to create a functioning identity - I to reached the Alan Watts conclusion that there is no self. (I'm trusting that you've read a little Alan Watts, if not you should, his writing is very cool.) The experienced freedom of such a realization is hard to convey. The brain/body/mind operates naturally and freely. Subjectively there is no you, it feels like the body's actions and experiences unfold and arise of there own accord. All pressure is off to be anything whatsoever. The body/brain takes care of everything by itself. You are, subjectively speaking, equivalent to the moment to moment experiences that arise and fade away, you, as those experiences, are just along for the ride, you don't have to do anything or be anyone. In the first few years following the collapse of my identity, I did not realize that 1) functioning without a subjective identity &amp;amp; 2) not being a self on a more fundamental, unknowable level were completely different things. Are you a self? Is there any you at all, apart from the beliefs you have about you? Is there any will? Is there a willer? Breathing is a good way to attempt to answer these questions . . . I just took a few moments to notice myself breathing. Breathing is both voluntary and involuntary so experimenting with breathing can help penetrate very deeply into the nature of the self and the will. As I was breathing I willed my breath to be held on random inhales and exhales. I was not thinking during this experiment, just watching/feeling/hearing... I noticed that there was nothing in my experience that I could recognize as my self or my will or a willer. And yet, my breath was being controlled, was being willed to be held. It is curious, isn't it? Now suppose you try to hold your breath for thirty seconds or so ... when you hold your breath what is going on? Your brain decided to not let the lungs breathe for thirty seconds or so. Sounds like a rather odd thing to do. Why would the brain do that? It's not very comfortable. Physically, the body naturally inhales and exhales every few seconds. So part of the brain that controls voluntary movements is preventing another part of the brain that controls involuntary movements from functioning. (In this case breathing.)&amp;nbsp;I think this difference between voluntary and involuntary systems is very telling. Perhaps we could just define the self (the will) as the parts of the brain that control voluntary systems. They are very real structures in the brain - messy tangles of hundreds of thousands of bundles of neurons. Maybe that is you. Sounds pretty freakin' awesome to me! "Hello my name is Tallis, I'm a messy tangle of countless neuron bundles, pleased to meet you." Is there any way to tell that these brain structures are not you? I do not see any possible way that you could determine if that is you or not. So your subjective experience of being a self has vanished, but the parts of your brain that control voluntary systems are still functioning. Maybe it's that simple. Maybe that is you! Or maybe there's more to you then just the parts of the brain that control voluntary systems, maybe there is something . . . transcendent.&amp;nbsp; Again how can you possibly know whether or not you are something objectively real? Or maybe you could just define yourself as the objective/subjective reality that is called the body/brain/mind. Maybe parts of you are voluntary and parts of you be involuntary? I don't believe that the brain/body is functioning in such a way that it could make this determination. As a subjective experience I do not exist as a separate self, that is very clear. I am identical to the moment to moment experiences that arise. There is no division of experience. Inside and outside experiences, the sound of my own inner voice, the sound of a car's engine passing by, there is no real difference. But can I further conclude that there is no objective self, will, or willer, or Self? No, that is going too far. I am reminded of the expression 'absence of evidence is not evidence of absence.' Does that apply in the case of the willer or self?&amp;nbsp; Perhaps it is a basic principle that the self or Self cannot be known directly'- just as you can't see your own face directly (or at least you eyes directly) - you can only see your face as a reflection. ("The tip of this finger cannot touch the tip of this finger." "Fire can't burn itself.") This is the principle. But faces, eyes, finger tips and fires still exist nonetheless. Is there any me at all, apart from the beliefs that I have about myself? Sitting here ... not thinking, just being the experiences that arise ... yes, I can bring forth the experiences that create the illusion of a sense of self ... no self in particular ... sitting here I have no beliefs about myself ... without thinking, without checking my memories, I could be anybody or anything. It depends how much thinking is permitted to come back into awareness. And yet none of that seems to matter, seems to be relevant ... For me, here is what matters: Beliefs about the self are not the self. The sense of self that is more fundamental than thought is not the self. Thoughts about the will or willer are not the will or willer. The experience of willing is not the will or the willer. Experiences of any kind are not the self or Self. It seems the "I" is impossible to locate. Now what? When all seeking for the "I" has ended what is next? Perhaps, you can do nothing else but just be the "I" - be what you've always been - be that which is prior to all experience. Or maybe it's just time for bed . . . night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-401328553183754727?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/401328553183754727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2011/02/rambling-conversation-with-self-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/401328553183754727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/401328553183754727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2011/02/rambling-conversation-with-self-that.html' title='A rambling conversation with a self that does not exist.'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-5958618913751140439</id><published>2011-01-08T01:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T01:20:28.074+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nirvana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nibbana'/><title type='text'>Is the word nirvana a noun or a verb?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Is the word nirvana a noun or a verb?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Modern English dictionaries always classify the word nirvana as a noun, e.g., a&amp;nbsp;state of heavenly bliss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;However, as Pali translator Thanissaro Bhikkhu points out, “back in the days of the Buddha, nirvana (nibbana) had a verb of its own: nibbuti. It meant to ‘go out,’ like a flame. Because fire was thought to be in a state of entrapment as it burned — both clinging to and trapped by the fuel on which it fed — its going out was seen as an unbinding. To go out was to be unbound.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Notice that nirvana (a Sanskrit term) is a compound word. The prefix ‘nir’ means ‘out.’ The root ‘vana’ means ‘to blow.’ Put them together and you get ‘to blow out.’&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Nirvana is a verb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Defining and classifying ancient words, such as the word nirvana, is a bit arbitrary. For example, if we define nirvana as ‘blown out,’ then the word becomes an adjective. And if we define it as ‘the state of being blown out,’ then it is a noun again. It’s all just semantics – sleight of hand with words!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;It is curious and telling that we only use nirvana as a noun. We need nirvana to be a place or a thing, or at least a state. We need it to be some-thing that we can hold onto.&amp;nbsp;(And&amp;nbsp;a Buddhist might say&amp;nbsp;that trying to hold onto nirvana is the fundamental error of existence.)&amp;nbsp;Of course, you cannot really make the error of holding onto nirvana, for that is impossible; rather, the error one might make is holding onto the &lt;u&gt;idea&lt;/u&gt; of nirvana. Nouns are a little easier to hold onto than verbs and for that reason I propose that we begin using the word nirvana as a verb, i.e., a verb that means ‘to blow or put out.’ What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The next time you ask someone to blow out a candle or put out a fire, try saying, “Will you nirvana that for me, thanks?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;It might start an interesting conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-5958618913751140439?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/5958618913751140439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2011/01/is-word-nirvana-noun-or-verb.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/5958618913751140439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/5958618913751140439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2011/01/is-word-nirvana-noun-or-verb.html' title='Is the word nirvana a noun or a verb?'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-5715026547608795906</id><published>2010-12-24T00:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T20:31:34.631+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transcendence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ineffable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nirvana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlightenment'/><title type='text'>Speaking of Enlightenment: A Simple Rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there some ineffable &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; – some deep and transcendental aspect of our being that is distinct from samsara?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Buddhists are not nihilists; we must answer yes (or answer I don’t know) to the above&amp;nbsp;question. However, if we answer yes then we must answer yes with qualification. The qualification being that we are not to qualify &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt;, for &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; does not exist (standout) in such a way that our minds or brains can perceive &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; as having any qualities. &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; is ineffable because it lies beyond the range of objectification (i.e. it is not an experience or object of any kind).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Attempting to speak of that which is ineffable causes serious problems. (The problems start the moment we make &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; into a thing that possesses attributes.) However, not speaking of &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; has led to a more serious problem – nihilism. Therefore, I think we &lt;u&gt;should&lt;/u&gt; speak of &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt;, but carefully – by observing the following two-part rule: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i) Speak of &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; only in terms of what it is not. For example, in the suttas the Buddha sometimes calls &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; the unmanifest (not manifest) or the unaging (not aging). (S.N. 43)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;ii) Do not use attributes (qualities, characteristics, or properties) to describe &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt;. When, in the suttas, you come across terms such as ‘the peaceful’ or ‘the wonderful’ (S.N. 43) used synonymously for ‘nirvana,’ realize that these words are not actually describing &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt;, but rather they are describing the liberated state (i.e. the free flowing experiences and actions) of an awakened person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Again, the two-part rule is as follows: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i) Speak of &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; only in terms of what it is not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;ii) Use attributes to describe the experiences of an awakened person or moment, but not the &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It is a simple rule and observation, but it has really helped me to keep things straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;P.S. I feel as though there might be a third component to this rule. Is there something I am missing? That is very likely, for sure. Maybe making some sort of subjective/objective distinction is in order here. I’ll consider it over the Christmas break. Oh yes, Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-5715026547608795906?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/5715026547608795906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2010/12/speaking-of-enlightenment-simple-rule.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/5715026547608795906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/5715026547608795906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2010/12/speaking-of-enlightenment-simple-rule.html' title='Speaking of Enlightenment: A Simple Rule'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-7629478048740222171</id><published>2010-12-03T18:42:00.021+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T05:07:17.173+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luminous mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nihilism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nirvana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pure mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no self'/><title type='text'>The Infinite Substance of Luminous Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;What are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;In this post, I would like to discuss the following question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there some eternal aspect of your being that continues to live on past death?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;As a rule, the Buddha refused to answer questions concerning that which is either eternal or everlasting. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Once a wandering mendicant asked the Buddha, ‘Does one who has reached the truth live again after death or not live again after death?’ To which the Buddha replied, ‘That is a matter on which I have expressed no opinion.’”&lt;/strong&gt; (DN 9.26) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[See suttas 63 and 72 of the Majjhima Nikaya for a more extensive list of questions that the Buddha avoided answering.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;However, in the suttas the Buddha is very clear that he is not a nihilist: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Both formerly and presently, I have never been a nihilist, never been one who teaches the annihilation of a being. Rather, I have taught only the source of suffering, and its ending.”&lt;/strong&gt; (MN 1.140)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;In fact, in the suttas the Buddha repeatedly stresses that he is neither an eternalist (one who holds the view that there is an eternal, unchanging soul) nor a nihilist (one who believes that death is the annihilation of consciousness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;“Once, the Buddha was asked by a visitor named Vacchagotta whether the self existed, ‘Now then, Venerable Gotama, is there a self?’ When this was said, the Blessed One was silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;‘Then is there no self?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;A second time, the Blessed One was silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then Vacchagotta got up from his seat and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Not long after Vacchagotta had left, Ananda said to the Blessed One, ‘Why, lord, did the Blessed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;One not answer when asked a question by Vacchagotta?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘Ananda, if I - being asked by Vacchagotta if there is a self - were to answer that there is a self, then that would be conforming to those priests and contemplatives who are exponents of the view that there is an eternal, unchanging soul. If I - being asked by Vacchagotta if there is no self - were to answer that there is no self, then that would be conforming to those priests and contemplatives who are exponents of the view that death is the annihilation of consciousness.’”&lt;/strong&gt; (SN 44.10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;[To appreciate how thoroughly the Buddha approached this topic, you might also want to read the first sutta of the Digha Nikaya, where the Buddha describes and rejects sixty-two different philosophical worldviews.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is another passage, this time between Sariputta (Buddha’s most trusted enlightened disciple) and Maha Kotthita (a slightly less experienced disciple). Here Maya Kotthita is more or less asking if there is anything beyond nirvana (i.e. anything beyond the liberated mind that no longer clings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maha Kotthita: With the remainderless stopping and the fading of the six contact-media, vision, hearing, smell, taste, touch, and intellection, is it the case that there is anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sariputta: Do not say that, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maha Kotthita: With the remainderless stopping and the fading of the six contact-media, is it the case that there is not anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sariputta: Do not say that, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maha Kotthita: Is it the case that there both is and is not anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sariputta: Do not say that, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maha Kotthita: Is it the case that there neither is nor is not anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sariputta: Do not say that, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maha Kotthita: Being asked, with the remainderless stopping and the fading of the six contact-media, if there is anything else, you say, 'Do not say that, my friend.' Being asked if there is not anything else; there both is and is not anything else; there neither is nor is not anything else, you say, 'Do not say that, my friend.' Now, how is the meaning of your words to be understood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sariputta: The statement, 'with the remainderless stopping and the fading of the six contact-media is it the case that there is anything else?' objectifies non-objectification. The statement, 'is it the case that there is not anything else; is it the case that there both is and is not anything else; is it the case that there neither is nor is not anything else?' objectifies non-objectification. How far the six contact-media go, that is how far objectification goes. How far objectification goes, that is how far the six contact media go. With the remainderless fading and the stopping of the six contact-media, there comes to be the stopping, the allaying of objectification.&lt;/strong&gt; (AN 4.174)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Buddhist scripture rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The patience and care taken in these suttas is remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Monks, I will teach you the All. Listen and pay close attention. I will speak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;"As you say, lord," the monks responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Blessed One said, "What is the All? Simply the eye and forms, ear and sounds, nose and aromas, tongue and flavours, body and tactile sensations, intellect and ideas. This, monks, is called the All. Anyone who would say, 'Repudiating this All, I will describe another,' if questioned on what exactly might be the grounds for his statement, would be unable to explain, and furthermore, would be put to grief. Why? Because it lies beyond range."&lt;/strong&gt; (SN 35.23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there some &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt;, some deep and transcendental aspect of your being that is eternal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;How should we answer this question? Well, according to my reading of these suttas we can forget attempting to ascribe any predicate whatsoever to &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt;, for we can’t even claim that &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; exists or does not exist, and worse still, we are not even supposed to ask the question in the first place; for the question is itself confused. The question is confused because it attempts to objectify that which lies beyond the range of objectification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there some &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt;, some deep and transcendental aspect of your being that is eternal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;It seems that a number of Buddhist teachers and bloggers are content to answer yes to the above question. But worse still, they feel compelled to describe their experience of &lt;em&gt;Its&lt;/em&gt; intrinsic nature with a seemingly never ending string of positive attributes such as “pure, clear, authentic, radiant,” etcetera, claiming that the universe is made out of some sort of “Luminous Mind Stuff,” claiming that one should keep searching until ones sees the ________. Feel free to insert your favourite definite descriptor in the space provided. I personally like “The Infinite Substance of Being.” Whatever one might call &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt;, the act of calling &lt;em&gt;It &lt;/em&gt;(that is, ones so called 'experience' of &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt;) anything whatsoever amounts to poppycock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Be suspect of those who continually speak of seeing some sort of ‘Eternal True Self’. In my opinion, claiming to have seen some sort of ‘Eternal True Self’ is not consistent with the teachings of the Buddha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;[Of course, who hasn’t made this mistake? (i.e. made the mistake of naming that which is beyond range.) I know I have made this error on numerous occasions. Sometimes I get careless; don’t we all. The point I want to make is to be wary of those who don’t consider ‘naming that which is beyond range’ a mistake at all. Despite being guilty of this error myself, (I need to do better), I believe that there is a rather simple safeguard that we can employ to help us avoid making this error. Sounds like a good topic for next time.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Is there some &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt;, some deep and transcendental aspect of your being that is eternal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;It seems that a number of Buddhist teachers and bloggers are content to answer no to this question. Worse still are those who believe that the essence of their existence amounts to nothing more than an illusionary wisp of smoke. This is, in my opinion, worse than being merely a nihilist, (one who holds the view that death results in their annihilation), for they do the impossible by believing that they never existed in the first place. The logical consequence of believing that you are nothing but a wisp of smoke is that you begin to act as though you are nothing but a wisp of smoke. You do not honour the possibility that there “exists” in you an indescribable Divine Identity; nor do you sufficiently value your own dependently originated and uniquely developed personhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Be suspect of those who claim that there is no ‘Eternal True Self.’ In my opinion, this kind of statement is not consistent with the teachings of the Buddha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;With such restrictions, how can a Buddhist not help but feel verbally bound by a straightjacket? Are we really not permitted to say anything whatsoever concerning the &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; that truly does not both and neither exist nor not exist beyond the range of objectification?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am not sure that I even understand that last sentence. What a convoluted mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;What is one to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I might have an idea or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;See you next post . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-7629478048740222171?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/7629478048740222171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2010/12/infinite-substance-of-luminous-mind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/7629478048740222171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/7629478048740222171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2010/12/infinite-substance-of-luminous-mind.html' title='The Infinite Substance of Luminous Mind'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-7464744116551724177</id><published>2010-11-21T06:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T06:30:54.013+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vitamins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicide'/><title type='text'>Missing the Essentials!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy. All the rest— whether or not the world has three dimensions, whether the mind has nine or twelve categories—comes afterwards.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So begins The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 years ago, I remember sitting in a University lecture hall studying Camus. “So what of Camus’ question of suicide?” the professor asked. We discussed the problem of suicide passionately for 35 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had semi-seriously contemplated suicide the previous year. I was extremely depressed. To me life was meaningless! Why had I not noticed this fact before? At that period in my life, I had not yet read Camus, but if I had, then his question would have made perfect sense to me. Life had its moments for sure, but were those moments really enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year before that, I had become a vegan. I did not change my diet much, I had just stopped eating meat and dairy – I tried to eat a few more nuts and grains here and there. I felt fine at first. Apparently, it takes a number of months, even years, before your B12 becomes sufficiently depleted for you to notice. To this day, I really do not know exactly what I was missing, but I definitely noticed that something was very wrong. Apparently, the question I was really contemplating back then was “Is my life, missing a few essential vitamins and minerals, really worth living?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I improved my diet and I started exercising. That was all it took. By the time of that Camus lecture I was a very happy person. (And I have been to this day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camus’ question sounded absurd to me. “Why not commit suicide?” If Camus had been happy, he would not have asked this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is its own reason for living; you do not need another. I spoke up in class, “Perhaps Camus was just depressed. Maybe he simply needed to exercise more; maybe he was simply missing a few essential vitamins and minerals.” The class laughed in unison mostly dismissing my comment. No, no this is Camus; he is a serious philosopher, winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature. His ideas are important and profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the professor was not laughing. He looked at me and nodded. He understood my meaning and asked a better question: “If one is full of joy and contentment, then does one actually need a philosophical reason to live? What could possibly compel you to commit suicide if you were and continued to be happy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a single person in the large lecture hall had an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Camus’ question is a serious question for most people because most people are simply not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just my way of reminding those of you in the northern hemisphere that the darker days of winter are coming. Spending hours and hours of your time meditating is wonderful, but do not forget to do the easy things too – like taking your vitamins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-7464744116551724177?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/7464744116551724177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2010/11/missing-essentials.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/7464744116551724177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/7464744116551724177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2010/11/missing-essentials.html' title='Missing the Essentials!'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-7472711520131119034</id><published>2010-11-18T19:13:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T05:19:54.608+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living in the moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a means to an end'/><title type='text'>A Terribly Scary Realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Not long ago, while buying groceries, I had a terribly scary realization. I realized that I was treating the checkout clerk as a means to an end. (i.e. treating her as if her only reason for existing in that moment was to scan my items so that I could get on with my day, get on with more important matters - such as walking to my car, driving away in my car and getting stuck in traffic - you know those sorts of very important things.) Treating the present moment as a means to an end is characterised by impatience - we act and feel as if we want to be doing something else. I don't want to be talking to this checkout clerk, I'd rather be walking to my car. And then I don't want to be walking to my car, I'd rather be driving in my car. And then I don't want to be driving in my car, I'd rather be home having dinner. The pattern repeats without end. I am simply never satisfied with the present moment as it is naturally unfolding. Have you noticed that throughout the day you sometimes use the people that you meet as a means of escaping the present moment? We think, perhaps subconsciously, “How can I use you to get me to the next better moment?” We treat people as objects, as stepping-stones, as a means to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;We should never treat people as a means to an end. People are ends in themselves – just as their experience of the present moment is an end in itself.  Everything always comes back to this moment and those who are experiencing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I want to share with you a simple but powerful exercise. Use the following exercise to help avoid treating the present moment (and each person that you meet) as a stepping-stone for the next “better” moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A 'Live-in-the-Moment' Exercise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;At certain times throughout the day pretend that whatever you happen to be doing will never end. Suppose you are doing the dishes. Imagine that you will never finish doing them. What a dreadful thought – doing the dishes for the rest of time. Or perhaps waiting in line. The next time you are waiting in a queue imagine that you’ll never reach the front. Again, that would be a perfectly dreadful situation! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why would we want to do that – why would we want to pretend that our present situation will never change? Well, if all future moments will be identical to the present moment then living in the present moment would be a cinch. That is to say, it would be pointless to long for some future moment if all future moments will be identical to the present moment. The present moment is already here! You would certainly not feel compelled to use the present moment as a stepping-stone to get to the next better moment if the next better moment will be no better than the previous better moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can play the same game with your inner state (a feeling) as well as your outer state (ex. waiting in line). Imagine that your inner state will never change. Suppose you feel bored – now imagine that this feeling of boredom will persist for the rest of time. This is very interesting and rather frightening. If you really do this well, really convince yourself that your inner state will never change, it can be quite startling. You might even have a mini emotional breakdown. And in some cases that might be a very good thing to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fully surrendering to this moment by pretending that it will loop endlessly may bring about the most remarkable inner change. Yet be careful, for longing for that inner change to occur (focusing on some future moment) will surely prevent you from fully surrendering to this moment. It is a nice catch-22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after pretending for a time, remember the following refreshing truth: No state or situation remains the same even for a nanosecond; everything is always continuously changing. Enjoy the changes – in both your inner states and outer situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It has been a long time since my last post. My daughters are now 3 ½ years and 11 months old. I am enjoying the changes too, a lot of them. See you in another 11 months. (Maybe sooner, we’ll see.) Tallis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-7472711520131119034?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/7472711520131119034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2010/11/terribly-scary-realization.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/7472711520131119034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/7472711520131119034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2010/11/terribly-scary-realization.html' title='A Terribly Scary Realization'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-3496496874627143417</id><published>2009-12-23T03:25:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T04:14:19.325+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supreme Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atman'/><title type='text'>The Eyes of Mystics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I have noticed that the term ‘Witness’ is often used interchangeably with the terms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Atta&lt;/span&gt; and Supreme Self (i.e. that which is not one of the five aggregates). I do not think ‘Witness’ is a good term. Using this term to instruct others and yourself before or during meditation can subconsciously or consciously privilege your visual experiences – as if you should be looking for something, as if the Supreme Self is something that can be seen with either the outer or the inner eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/SzF_szcMn2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ih6yypuubZY/s1600-h/Gurdjieff.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 99px; float: left; height: 122px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418252234402864994" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/SzF_szcMn2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ih6yypuubZY/s400/Gurdjieff.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Have you noticed the eyes of some ‘mystics’ (e.g. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gurdjieff&lt;/span&gt; [in the picture], Rasputin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Osho&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aurobindo&lt;/span&gt;. . .)? Their eyes look so intense, so strained – as if they have spent their whole lives struggling to see something that simply cannot be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Supreme Self can no more be seen than it can be tasted or smelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine telling your Zen Master that you have tasted the Eternal Self– and that it tasted like chicken soup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is ridiculous. (Actually on some level that might be true, but never mind about that right now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That which is "prior" to the aggregates (i.e. the True Mind, the Supreme Self, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Atta&lt;/span&gt;) is not a sensation; it is not a sound; it is not a taste or scent; it is not a visual experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term ‘Witness’ is just as inappropriate as the term ‘&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Smeller&lt;/span&gt;.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking, listening, and feeling for the Supreme Self is an important exercise. It is to play the ‘that-is-not-the-Self’ game (i.e. the doctrine of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anatta&lt;/span&gt; game). The purpose of this game is to learn what you are not. How does the game work? You look for some experience, some candidate that could be the Self, you see that the experience is transient, that it is empty of independent existence, and you throw it away (remembering to embrace it later) saying: ‘That is not the Self.” Eventually you learn to stop looking with your eyes (the Self is not infinite empty space) and you learn to stop listening with your ears (the Self is not blissful silence of the mind). One day you will realize that you have thrown everything away – that you have declared: “That is not the Self,” for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day, your search for the Supreme Self will have ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do understand, don’t you, that you never actually see The Supreme Self, you never actually say: “This &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; the Self”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You simply realize that you are "prior" to the aggregates – that you are "prior" to all that is not the Self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You simply realize that you are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, I think that’s how it works, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-3496496874627143417?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/3496496874627143417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/12/eyes-of-mystics.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/3496496874627143417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/3496496874627143417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/12/eyes-of-mystics.html' title='The Eyes of Mystics'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/SzF_szcMn2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ih6yypuubZY/s72-c/Gurdjieff.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-2142226183575306656</id><published>2009-12-20T22:29:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:58:45.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A baby girl is born!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;My wife and I had a baby girl! Both are healthy and at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have two girls – a 2 ¾ year old and a new born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 girls (wife included) to 1 guy, I feel very much out numbered – actually, it’s not a bad feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/Sy6a7Ow5ZdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SwfhrdCxq50/s1600-h/Lana+2+days+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 349px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417437744139429330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/Sy6a7Ow5ZdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SwfhrdCxq50/s400/Lana+2+days+old.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our newborn above. Our 2 year old and newborn below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/Sy6a62yBcQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KsKQdI7tLYY/s1600-h/Lana+3+days+old+and+Selia+2.75+years+old+lying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417437737701699842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/Sy6a62yBcQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KsKQdI7tLYY/s400/Lana+3+days+old+and+Selia+2.75+years+old+lying.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-2142226183575306656?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/2142226183575306656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/12/baby-girl-is-born.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/2142226183575306656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/2142226183575306656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/12/baby-girl-is-born.html' title='A baby girl is born!'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/Sy6a7Ow5ZdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SwfhrdCxq50/s72-c/Lana+2+days+old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-8752575949533977211</id><published>2009-12-14T01:21:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T04:42:27.805+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kunalini Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samatha Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tai Chi Chuan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vipassana Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadow Work'/><title type='text'>Puzzle Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/SyWlJBTrsNI/AAAAAAAAADg/faPV8wUa3K0/s1600-h/Puzzle+Work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414915701371285714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/SyWlJBTrsNI/AAAAAAAAADg/faPV8wUa3K0/s400/Puzzle+Work.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/SyWi3z240EI/AAAAAAAAADY/a3DO8m5MmqI/s1600-h/Puzzle+Work.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;We are still waiting for our second child to be born. (The due date was December 9th 2009.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;In the meantime, I’ve been trying to find things to distract me – like doing jigsaw puzzles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And it has since struck me that the path to spiritual well-being can be likened to doing a jigsaw puzzle. Each life-practice you add is like a piece of the puzzle. There are many pieces (practices):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Vipassana Meditation&lt;br /&gt;Samatha Meditation&lt;br /&gt;Weightlifting&lt;br /&gt;Aerobics&lt;br /&gt;Healthy Diet&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Technique&lt;br /&gt;Shadow Work&lt;br /&gt;Music Therapy&lt;br /&gt;Kunalini Yoga&lt;br /&gt;Social and Ecological Ethics&lt;br /&gt;Emotional Mindfulness Practice&lt;br /&gt;Tai Chi Chuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one of us has his or her own puzzle to work on and it can take a lifetime to finish. It can be enormously satisfying when you find that final piece needed to complete the puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that is the problem: Just because it happens to be the final piece, it is often mistaken to be the most essential piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And most likely my last piece of the puzzle will not be the same as your last piece of the puzzle. I may have been missing a little spinal alignment and you may have been missing a little aerobic exercise. Now, having found my missing piece, I’m trying to convince you of the importance of the Alexander Technique and you’re trying to convince me to start running 4 to 5 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe your last piece is Tai Chi and one of your friends is an Osho devotee begging you to try something called dynamic meditation technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now here is another problem, most likely I haven’t actually completed the whole puzzle. Most likely, I’ve only completed a small section of the puzzle. (While mistakenly believing that I’ve completed the whole puzzle.) Adding the last piece of just a small section of the puzzle can be very rewarding. I might even mistake the final piece of a small section for the great panacea that the world so desperately needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And here is yet another problem: It seems to be the case that each one of us actually has a different puzzle to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;So not only do I mistakenly believe that the piece that completes the puzzle or a small section of the puzzle is the most essential piece, not only do I mistakenly assume that I have completed the whole puzzle when I have only completed a small section, but I also incorrectly assume that my puzzle is the same as everyone else’s puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;What a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This post is a call for a little patience with each other. People, you know I’ve only listed 12 pieces above! There are hundreds of practices (pieces). Now maybe my puzzle only has 20 pieces. Your puzzle may contain a greater or fewer number of pieces, and/or it may contain a different basic break down of pieces (practices). See what I am getting at? Your last piece may have actually been my first piece and vice versa; a piece that you discovered early on may still be eluding me. You may be wondering why your friend is dwelling on some special technique he has been working on for the last 10 years since you effortlessly adopted and mastered that type of practice when you were only 11 years old. You might not even know what he or she is talking about because it is so second nature for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And let’s not even get into the lessons you may or may not have learned in past lives . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, patience and humility are definitely needed in abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, time to get back to my puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;May you cherish each and every piece, that you may find ever increasing peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Still waiting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tallis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;[P.S. I love searching for pieces by reading your blogs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;If your blog is not on my blog roll, let me know, I’d love to try to understand your unique point of view.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-8752575949533977211?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/8752575949533977211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/12/puzzle-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/8752575949533977211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/8752575949533977211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/12/puzzle-work.html' title='Puzzle Work'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/SyWlJBTrsNI/AAAAAAAAADg/faPV8wUa3K0/s72-c/Puzzle+Work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-4149445632243108106</id><published>2009-12-11T19:38:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T05:21:15.073+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to stop worrying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the now'/><title type='text'>Living in the Moment: Body Awareness (5/5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Sunday night. You have to get up and go to work tomorrow morning. You start dwelling upon this thought, “I have to go to work tomorrow.” You cannot help it, you imagine yourself sitting at your desk, staring at a stack of papers and a computer, and having to deal with overly demanding people all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You worry. You try not to, but you just cannot help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is one to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if I have an answer for you, but I know what has worked for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last post we noticed that: Sometimes it seems like we are living in the present moment. Sometimes it does not. However, really we are always living in the present moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does it sometimes &lt;em&gt;seem&lt;/em&gt; like we are not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I feel present when I am consciously aware of the physical sensations of my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; feel present when I am not consciously aware of the physical sensations of my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Living in the present moment’ has very little to do with time, and very much to do with body awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Seeing this, and using the right words for the right experience (i.e. replacing the expression ‘living in the moment’ with ‘living in the body’) has really helped me.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do we use the expression “living in the moment” when we really mean “living in the body?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is because often when you think about the past or the future you imagine yourself to be not only in a different time but also in a different location. And usually when you imagine yourself to be in a different location, you lose touch with the physical sensations of your real body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about other times and other places is not the real problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real problem is that we have developed an unfortunate habit of losing contact with our bodies whenever we imagine the past or future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens like this: You are at home Sunday evening, and you start thinking about school or work tomorrow, that meeting, that report that is due, that test. And you can’t help it, you imagine yourself to be there, not just in a different time, but also in a different place, and therefore, you lose touch with the body. However, when we imagine ourselves to be in a different location, our body-imagination is usually very superficial. It is not simply that we replace the awareness of our real body with a comparably realistic imagined body awareness, but rather we are simply not deeply grounded in any body experience whatsoever. That is the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a problem because when you think about the future this lack of presence in the body can cause you to worry. (Or at least it can greatly contribute to your worry because lack of body awareness makes you feel powerless – you are not in control of our own body.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when you are worried? You are anxious, you are shaking, you are nervous, you are vibrating too fast, you have butterflies in your stomach, you are dizzy, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body is trying to tell you something. It is saying, “Be physically present. Experience me! Be in contact with me please.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the first thing to do is to get physically grounded in the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this exercise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit down in a chair. Close your eyes and become aware of the physical sensations of your body – become physically grounded. Be in the body. Feel it. Breathe, and breathe deeply. Keep coming back to your breathing if you get distracted. Feel relaxed – that is, feel that your muscles are heavy and supported by your skeleton. Notice that you are supported by the chair and by the floor. Let yourself sink into every corner of your body. Take your time. Enjoy being so relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, still with your eyes closed, imagine that you are actually sitting in a completely different chair in a different location, but do not lose awareness of the physical sensations of your real body. That is to say, visualize a new environment – news walls, colours, furniture, books, dishes, etc – and yet at the same time never lose contact with the physical sensations of your real body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, imagine yourself sitting in various different locations: in the kitchen, at a friend’s house, at the beach, and yes, at work – and again, the whole time never lose awareness of the physical sensations of your real body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now try this exercise again but add one relatively superficial difference – pretend that it is tomorrow while you imagine yourself sitting in different locations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key is never to lose contact with the physical sensations of you real body. And therefore, even though you are thinking about the future, it will still feel like you are living in the present moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, I want to tell you the three things that I do when I want to stop worrying about the future. First, I make sure that I am physically grounded in my body. Second, I make sure that I am prepared, to the best of my ability, for the future. Often my preparation involves picturing myself in a different time and place while never losing contact with the physical sensation of my real body. And finally, again to the best of my ability, I try to surrender to the uncertainty of life by giving up my need to control what I simply cannot control. This has really helped me. I hope it helps you too. However, it does take practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given enough time I hope you will find that your worries about tomorrow have been gently replaced by a deep confidence in your ability to handle tomorrow’s challenges and yet still honour the reality of the always already now moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[P.S. I may not be posting for a while. My wife and I are expecting our second child to be born any day now. (The due date was December 9th, 2009) Things are about to get wonderfully crazy around here. Until next time – peace to you all, and Happy Holidays! Bye for now. Tallis] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-4149445632243108106?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/4149445632243108106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/12/living-in-moment-body-awareness-55.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/4149445632243108106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/4149445632243108106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/12/living-in-moment-body-awareness-55.html' title='Living in the Moment: Body Awareness (5/5)'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-1277680209135575520</id><published>2009-12-06T22:50:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:26:43.644+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Witness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living in the moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what is time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arrow of time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlightenment'/><title type='text'>Living in the Moment: What is Time? (4/5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember that precious experience you had that changed your life forever? Maybe you’ve had more than one. I’ve had a few: the birth of my daughter – seeing her for the first time; falling in love – my wedding day; and that lucid dream I had where I was flying toward the sunrise – and it felt as real as real could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And many of us have had and/or will have an experience similar to this: A moment when you suddenly escape the tangles of your busy mind and sink into a state of silent awareness – a moment when you feel so intensely present that the simplest activities spark divine revelations – when you realize with absolute certainty that &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; very moment contains . . . , no &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; the secret of existence!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;What an amazing and precious experience. I love that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The experience I just described of dropping out of the mind and into &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; moment is an essential part of the awakening process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;But be careful, because sometimes when we see a particular truth it’s as though we see it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;reflected in a well-polished mirror. Even though things may appear perfectly clear to us, we may still have it exactly backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Time (and specifically the present moment), the subject of this post, is I think liable to be seen and understood in just such a manner, as if it were reflected in a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Therefore, let us proceed carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Most of us picture time as consisting of three components: the past, the present, and the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;We imagine that the ‘present moment’ (what Eckhart Tolle is fond of calling the “NOW”) is 1) a specific point in time and 2) a point that is moving from the past and into the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/SxwoTel9teI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VshBZlyBYpM/s1600-h/the+now+moment+pic+for+blog+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412245167287416290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/SxwoTel9teI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VshBZlyBYpM/s400/the+now+moment+pic+for+blog+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is in our timeline diagram above, the ‘now moment’ represented as a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;With regard to this ‘now moment,’ Zen teachers (the New Age type) often say things like, “your true nature can only be discovered in the present moment – therefore return to the present moment again and again and you will eventually discover who you really are.” (You know that sort of thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Such a promise, that returning to the present moment will allow you to unravel the mystery of who you really are, can easily distract us from an even more pressing question: What does it mean to return to the present moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Since most of us picture the present moment as that elusive point sandwiched in between the past and the future, then presumably most of us believe that living and remaining in the present moment is rather difficult because it is so elusive. And difficult also because it means that we have to stop focusing on and thinking about the past and the future which most of us find nearly impossible to do for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Is this what it means to ‘live in the present moment’ – to stop thinking about the past and the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Definitely not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;In fact, that is pretty much the opposite of what ‘living in the present moment’ means, as I see it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above timeline diagram does not represent our experience of the past, the future, and the ‘now moment’, but rather it represents our somewhat confused attempt to fit the ‘now-moment-experience’ into an objective framework. Stop it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The ‘now-moment-experience’ is not objective. It is subjective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Subjective&lt;/em&gt; things cannot be placed on &lt;em&gt;objective&lt;/em&gt; timelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;It is absolutely impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that is where we go wrong – we confuse objective time with subjective time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Objective time (a timeline) is just an idea – like an idea in a book, a book that is on some shelf, in some bookcase, in some library, somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Subjective time is in &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. It is this moment – it is every moment. It is experience itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The subjective ‘now moment’ is the sound and feel of raking the leaves on a cool crisp autumn afternoon. But it is also the memory of such an experience. (Because even the act of remembering such an experience necessarily takes place in the present moment.) Again, it is every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Subjective time, the ‘now moment,’ is not a point. It is nothing like a point. Mathematically a point has no length, no duration. It is impossible to live in a point, and trying to will make it feel like you are boxing yourself in, cutting up reality into smaller and smaller moments, reducing experience ultimately to nothing whatsoever. This is hell. Thankfully living in a ‘point-like-now-moment’ is just not the point of ‘living in the moment.’ The point is to be consciously aware of your experiences and to notice that your thoughts, even your thoughts about the past and the future, are happening right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Living in the now should not be restricting. Ultimately one should feel perfectly free to imagine the past and the future, knowing and feeling that those visualized experiences are happening right now, which is to say that they are subjectively happening. We don’t really need the word &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;, do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Subjectively, the present moment is just your experience. Using the word ‘now’ is redundant. It is always now! (Subjectively, that is.) The now is not just a small or focussed moment in time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The now is not small or short. Nor is it large or long for that matter. The ‘now’ is simply whatever is being experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Let’s look at the picture below. Think of the picture below as that ‘pin-point-now-moment’ from the timeline diagram above, but expanded. (Yes, I am that good of an artist!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/Sxwn0uGw-iI/AAAAAAAAACw/T4GjIhnmF18/s1600-h/non+moving+nature+of+subjective+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412244638875580962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/Sxwn0uGw-iI/AAAAAAAAACw/T4GjIhnmF18/s400/non+moving+nature+of+subjective+time.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our friend in the diagram is showing us how to live in the (subjective) ‘now.’ Notice that thoughts of the past and future are included in the ‘now.’ Something else to be noted is that the ‘now moment’ does not move from the past and into the future. Subjective moments don’t move – that is, they don’t turn into new moments. There is only &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; subjective ‘now moment,’ and it is always already being experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think it is a confused mind that sees the ‘now moment’ as an elusive point that is constantly turning into new ‘now moments’ as it travels from the past and into the future. Such an understanding leads us to treat the ‘now moment’ as something that needs to be located, aligned with, and/or grasped. I think a better way of understanding the ‘now moment’ is to see it as your total field of experience – a field of experience that is in a continuous state of flux, for that is the nature of experience, it is always changing. But this changing flux is not going anywhere; it is not travelling from the past and into the future, at least not subjectively as your experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Things are just changing, that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;(And you are the unchanging and unmoving witness at the centre of this changing flux, but you are also one with this flux of experiences, and yet still you are neither of these extremes. You are simply mysterious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This flux of experience &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; time. Without experience, (which is to say without something that changes) there would be no subjective time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;It is a mistake to attempt to reduce our experiences down to some hypothetical ‘pin-point-now-moment.’ (Attempting to cut out all thinking is a fine and perhaps necessary meditation practice on the path to enlightenment, but living in such a limiting manner should certainly not be our ultimate aim.) A better approach is to eventually let the ‘now moment’ expand, so to speak, to encompass every possible kind of experience, including those experiences we call thoughts of the past and thoughts of the future. (Or rather to notice that this already is the case – that any type of experience may potentially arise in and as the ‘now moment.’)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, so we are always living in the present moment, but then why does it sometimes &lt;em&gt;seem&lt;/em&gt; like we are not living in the present moment? (For example, when we are imagining ourselves at work Monday morning when it is in fact still Sunday night.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;In other words, how can we freely think about the past and the future and yet still feel like we are fully grounded in ‘this moment,’ – still feel like those thoughts about the past and the future are happening right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sounds like a question for next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;See you in the objective future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-1277680209135575520?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/1277680209135575520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/12/living-in-moment-what-is-time-45.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/1277680209135575520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/1277680209135575520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/12/living-in-moment-what-is-time-45.html' title='Living in the Moment: What is Time? (4/5)'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/SxwoTel9teI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VshBZlyBYpM/s72-c/the+now+moment+pic+for+blog+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-3219768044096907166</id><published>2009-11-17T19:08:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:40:30.815+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lacking intelligence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I.Q.'/><title type='text'>Just a reminder . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;So I just wanted to remind everyone that reads this blog that because I’m really not that smart please don’t take anything I say very seriously – of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean in all the ways that intelligence can be measured – from traditional I.Q. tests (and E.Q. tests) to understanding and perhaps explaining emptiness – we are really not so swift in the brain or the rest of the body, relatively speaking that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s say that my I.Q. is around 170, (it’s not, but let’s just say it is) that’s pretty smart by today’s standards, but I can see how in a few centuries with developments in technology (medical bio-computers etc . . .) that a good number of people’s I.Q.s might be pushing 1000. (They’d have to design new I.Q. tests for sure.) What about in a few millennia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone with an I.Q. of 2000 might not have much in common with somebody with an I.Q. of 170. (Factor in the fact that the I.Q scale itself increases exponentially and you can pretty much equate an I.Q. of 2000 with God’s Intelligence give or take a few infinities.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how I look at everybody’s advice and insight – relatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the Buddha’s sutras and I pretty much think that this guy was probably not so bright, just like the rest of us. I mean we have a lot to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I am saying is that relatively speaking we are all morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that would be a good club to start: “The relative morons of the 21st century.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe they could rename Mensa something like ‘The Mensa Morons’ – kind of has a nice ring to it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we are all relative morons! Let us celebrate all relative moronicalness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was I talking about?, oh yes: What is time? Okay next post I’ll get back to that . . . really. Hmmm, does that mean that God is a moron too, relatively speaking? Of course, God isn’t relative, God is Absolute! – Does that mean that God is an Absolute moron? No, I’m getting confused again. Which reminds me of the point of this post . . . I'm a little slow in the head sometimes so please don’t take anything I say very seriously. (But I bet you’ve already figured that out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank you for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-3219768044096907166?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/3219768044096907166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-reminder.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/3219768044096907166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/3219768044096907166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-reminder.html' title='Just a reminder . . .'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-2220951464471661624</id><published>2009-11-01T22:15:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:35:07.861+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living in the moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to stop worrying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what is time?'/><title type='text'>Living in the Moment:  Always Already Now          (3/5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Before we continue from the last post, let’s revisit our original question: How do we stop worrying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I thought about just giving you a list of techniques such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Write your worries down and tell yourself that you’ll think about them later. (Apparently this really does work.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be prepared. Take action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Forgive the universe; let the universe forgive you. (That’s kind of vague.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Accept the uncertainty of life. Surrender, give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Whatever you’re worrying about, figure out how you would handle the worst case scenario. Realize that the worst case scenario is either very unlikely to occur and/or not so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Eat well, exercise, get plenty of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Be grateful. Notice how blessed/fortunate you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Simplify your life, and eat more chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Love your neighbour, and in turn act as though (imagine that) everybody cares deeply about you. (Even if it’s not true.) Work on feeling accepted/loved by others and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Breathe deeply. Relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those techniques may really help, as far as one can carry them out, and yet I feel as though there is still something more to be said or noticed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that brings us back to last day’s challenge: Try to consciously &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; live in the present moment. Can you do it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Taken literally, of course you can’t do it. It is impossible to not live in the present moment because it always already is the present moment. You don’t have to try to live in this moment. Even when you think about the future, those thoughts are happening right now. Likewise with thoughts of the past – when you think of the past, you have no choice, those thoughts necessarily occur in the present moment. You see, you are always living right now, in this moment. So why does it sometimes &lt;em&gt;seem&lt;/em&gt; like we are not living in the present moment? We’ll come back to that question later. But for now let’s agree upon the following fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; live in the present moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the commonly heard and given advice – “live in the present moment” – is rather confused, isn’t it? You can’t live anytime else! This is it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the above statement I would reply (if I were talking to myself, that is): “Okay, yes, technically it’s true, it is always now, but when people say to live in the present moment, we know what they mean. They mean stop dwelling on the future. They mean stop obsessing over the past. They mean focus on what you are doing in &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; moment.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see we’ve already gotten ourselves into a bit of a fix by speaking of ‘this moment’. What exactly is a moment in time? How long does the present moment last? And how in the world does one moment turn into the next moment if it is always already this moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, it’s time to ask one of those borderline meaningless questions: What is time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;See you next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-2220951464471661624?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/2220951464471661624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-in-moment-always-already-now-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/2220951464471661624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/2220951464471661624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-in-moment-always-already-now-3.html' title='Living in the Moment:  Always Already Now          (3/5)'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-8987999814107993352</id><published>2009-10-21T15:08:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:35:59.151+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living in the moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='present moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlightenment'/><title type='text'>Living in the Moment:  Try this! (2/5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;How do we stop worrying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;In particular, how do we stop worrying about tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a complex issue. Our worry has many sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;But focusing on the present moment, not thinking about the future, not thinking about tomorrow morning for example, is definitely not a good technique to use to stop yourself from worrying. (It is not a good “technique” to use because it is incomplete, and more than a little bit confused. We’ll return to this point later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sure, focusing on the present moment can work for a time. Or rather, it can seem to work for a time. But those thoughts about the past and the future will arise no matter what you do – if not consciously, then unconsciously – if not in your waking life, then in your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you’ve heard and believe that living in the present moment is the key to enlightenment, or at least the key to ending worry, then you may want to read the next posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;It is in the next posts that I want to share with you something very special, something that I’ve learned about the relationship between living in the present moment and worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;But for now, I’ll leave you with this experiment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Try to consciously &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; live in the present moment. Can you do it? (What does that even mean – ‘to consciously not live in the present moment’?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-8987999814107993352?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/8987999814107993352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/10/living-in-moment-try-this-2-of-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/8987999814107993352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/8987999814107993352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/10/living-in-moment-try-this-2-of-5.html' title='Living in the Moment:  Try this! (2/5)'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-5197080718501248591</id><published>2009-10-14T15:40:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:37:13.129+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living in the moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the present moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the now'/><title type='text'>Living in the Moment: Worrying (1/5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember feeling like this sometimes, maybe you do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;It is Sunday night. You have to get up and go to work tomorrow morning. You start dwelling upon this thought, “I have to go to work tomorrow.” You cannot help it, you imagine yourself sitting at your desk, staring at a stack of papers and a computer, and having to deal with overly demanding people all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;You worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;You try not to think about it, you try to live in the moment. But it is useless. You just can’t help it. Your mind keeps throwing up images of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;You continue to worry, until you find some distraction . . . maybe a book and some wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;So much for living in the moment, so much for years of meditation – you can’t even face a routine Sunday night without worrying about tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;What is one to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to return to this question in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;See you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tallis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-5197080718501248591?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/5197080718501248591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/10/living-in-moment-worrying-1-of-5.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/5197080718501248591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/5197080718501248591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/10/living-in-moment-worrying-1-of-5.html' title='Living in the Moment: Worrying (1/5)'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-6366889612364249406</id><published>2009-10-09T18:47:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T20:16:52.081+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grasping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one with everything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlightenment'/><title type='text'>Describing Enlightenment Again . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Suddenly it happens . . . there is no separation between you and your experiences. You are no longer on the inside looking out, nor on the outside looking in. But rather the inside and the outside are one, and you are that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;There is nothing to grasp . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am listening to my 2 year old daughter sing while I type these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;She is sitting beside me on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;We look at one another and smile; she begins to giggle through her song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now she is laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is it . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I cherish her and this moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is enlightenment.&lt;/span&gt;  (Well . . . one definition anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-6366889612364249406?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/6366889612364249406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/10/describing-enlightenment-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/6366889612364249406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/6366889612364249406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/10/describing-enlightenment-again.html' title='Describing Enlightenment Again . . .'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-6863524797269845746</id><published>2009-10-02T20:47:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:21:27.309+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outer world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inner world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucid dreaming'/><title type='text'>Something happened . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Midway through my 16th year a major shift in the way I perceived the world and myself occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I started to have various types of astral/lucid dreams. And it suddenly occurred to me that I was not, at least not primarily, a physical being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh that sounded so New Age. Sorry about that . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, lucid dreaming really threw me for a loop. Before this time I viewed dreams as pretty pale echoes of waking reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;But everything changed when I began to have lucid dreams. They often seemed &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; real than waking life. (Lucid dream reality is usually less stable than waking reality, but the lucid dream experiences themselves are often richer – more colourful, more vibrant, etc. . .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever tested your dream senses in order to see how real they are? Reading in a dream is very hard because the printed dream page rarely stays constant for long enough to read more than a few words. However when, in a dream, I feel the texture of a brick wall, or taste the sweetness of a piece of chocolate cake, or say listen to the beautiful sound of a Mozart piano concerto, I am frequently amazed by the depth and richness of the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lucid dreaming was a major turning point for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Before having lucid dreams I think I always defined myself pretty much as my brain – as the physical. But when I was fifteen I began to realize that what was most intimately me were my experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even though I more or less still believed that my brain created my experiences, I considered that the moment to moment experiences themselves were more me than my brain – for my experiences were really all I could know directly; and the source of my experiences, whatever that might be, a brain or a soul, seemed secondary to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Primarily, I identified myself as whatever I happened to be experiencing in any given moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I understand myself a little differently today, but that shift 19 years ago was, I believe, one of the most crucial and necessary steps along my “spiritual journey.” It was the shift from the outer world to the inner world. (I very loosely define the inner world as ‘experience itself’ and the outer world as ‘physical/spiritual reality.’) (Transcending the inner world of moment to moment experience is another matter altogether and I’ll save that topic for future posts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;What about you – do you identify primarily with the inner or the outer world (or neither)? Is this even the right question? Anyway, before I make this question too complicated, what would you say – are you an inny or an outy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-6863524797269845746?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/6863524797269845746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-happened.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/6863524797269845746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/6863524797269845746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-happened.html' title='Something happened . . .'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-941383381649802558</id><published>2009-09-30T20:58:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:08:53.609+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='false self'/><title type='text'>An Inner Resistance to Meditate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you noticed a great aversion to meditate? Have you seen it? Have you felt it – an inner resistance to meditate? Is not our resistance evidence of a subconscious fear that meditation will lead to remarkable change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;We have much to lose by looking inward – a deep-seated attachment to a false and complex identity that touches every aspect of our lives. What happens if that false identity begins to collapse? Who would not be afraid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And yet we have much more to gain by looking inward - an immense and profound freedom/understanding that reaches far beneath and beyond our currently contrived sense of self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;So take the resistance as a good indication. It is a sign that your meditation is genuine, that your meditation is beginning to touch formerly unseen places. It is a sign that an amazing transformation could happen at any moment. It is to be sure, a very good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-941383381649802558?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/941383381649802558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/09/inner-resistance-to-meditate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/941383381649802558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/941383381649802558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/09/inner-resistance-to-meditate.html' title='An Inner Resistance to Meditate'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-5247376428841080031</id><published>2009-09-28T18:07:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:25:59.958+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waking up'/><title type='text'>It was a dark and stormy morning; the rain fell in torrents . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I awoke it was dark, cold, windy and raining.  I really didn’t want to go for my morning run.  (I mean it was really raining.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Then I remembered my promise to myself.  I would run every day. To keep my promise all I had to do was to start running each day, the duration didn’t matter.  I could run for 60 minutes or 60 seconds. Since starting is the hardest part, as they say, simply starting to run each day was and is my promise to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Anyway, as it turns out I had a wonderful run.  Gusting winds and rain is a beautiful thing: the rain keeps you hydrated and purifies the air; the wind provides a visual treat by blowing trees and bushes in impossible ways; and the sound . . . like being right inside a Stravinsky composition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It’s amazing how terrible a judge of what I’ll enjoy I can be sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Starting, it’s a nice way to begin.  I’ll end there for now . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-5247376428841080031?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/5247376428841080031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-was-dark-and-stormy-morning-rain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/5247376428841080031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/5247376428841080031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-was-dark-and-stormy-morning-rain.html' title='It was a dark and stormy morning; the rain fell in torrents . . .'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-7954408111882399557</id><published>2009-09-26T05:40:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T06:20:20.577+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grasping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trusting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><title type='text'>Zen in a Wine Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ve spent very little time speaking/writing lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I suppose I’ve been listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I was just listening to myself transfer the wine glasses from the sink to the china cabinet. What a beautiful sound a vibrating wine glass makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could destroy that sound in an instant simply by grasping the glass with my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what destroys beauty – holding it too tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For beauty to be beauty it needs to be free – as free as a singing wine glass, a vibrating string. But to hear and feel beauty not only does the object of beauty need to be free, but &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; also need to be free. This freedom is faith – a deep trusting in the universe, being in a state of let go – letting the divine sing through you. It is falling in love with existence, becoming intoxicated with life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things can go wrong, and they usually do. Our natural/spiritual attraction to beauty can so easily turn into obsession – because being free can fill us with fear, we want to hold onto something, and hold onto it tightly. And of course once we do that, like grasping a singing wine glass, we’ve destroyed its song. When this happens authentic faith (trusting/letting go) is replaced by inauthentic faith (grasping).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this not what has happened to many of the “great” religions? Perhaps they began with one person or a group of people, who lived a life of authentic faith. Naturally others would be attracted to such individuals. But it never takes long for new followers to misunderstand. Their desire for authentic faith turns into grasping – they want to possess the beauty of the divine, but by grasping they destroy it – they live a life of inauthentic faith. For such misguided followers faith means holding tightly to a set of fundamental tenets – the stronger your grasp (beliefs), the stronger your faith. This type of faith (doctrinal) almost always becomes the foundation of a religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most religions, therefore, become their own antithesis. Instead of the followers being in a state of let go, they are continuously in a state of never let go (of their cherished beliefs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of enjoying heavenly music, their hearts tighten into dissonant knots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than being lifted up by spiritual/natural beauty, they are let down by their own failing grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of focusing on the divine, they focus on the strength of their own convictions in the divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I haven’t spent a lot of time writing lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I’ve been listening – to the sound of vibrating wine glasses, to my daughter playing silently, to the miraculous song of existence . . . yes becoming drunk with beauty is as easy as listening and trusting in life. You don’t even need the wine, just the glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-7954408111882399557?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/7954408111882399557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/09/zen-in-wine-glass.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/7954408111882399557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/7954408111882399557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/09/zen-in-wine-glass.html' title='Zen in a Wine Glass'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-4099740797089743112</id><published>2009-06-07T20:25:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:41:57.920+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flaws'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlightenment'/><title type='text'>Embracing Imperfections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;People who know me know how imperfect I am. Buddhists, on the whole, have an odd relationship with imperfection. I remember in an interview Barbara Walter’s asked the Dalai Lama if he was enlightened. Here is the exchange:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Barbara Walters:  Are you enlightened, your Holiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dalai Lama: No. I do not know what would happen tonight. I do not know. And my memory – what details? . . . what happened yesterday? – I’ve already forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Barbara Walters:  If you were enlightened you would remember everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dalai Lama: Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Barbara Walters:  You haven’t reached that stage yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dalai Lama: No.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;[End Quote]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you were enlightened then you would remember everything? Now I’m going to give the Dalai Lama the benefit of the doubt here. He was asked on national (worldwide?) television if he was enlightened.  How can you possibly answer such a question and still appear to be both humble and wise? His was a good answer: In effect he said, “If you think that being enlightened means being perfect and all-knowing – then I am not enlightened. I don’t know, maybe the Dalai Lama really believes that the Buddha was omniscient. Maybe he doesn’t. But that’s not the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The point is that many Buddhists do equate enlightenment with this kind of perfection.  (They equate enlightenment with physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual perfection.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is very unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Enlightenment has nothing whatsoever to do with being perfect, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;It seems to me that the closest an enlightened person might ever come to being perfect is in the acceptance of his or her own imperfections. (Although I suspect even his or her acceptance would be imperfect.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Suppose (pre-enlightenment) you have a poor memory (are always forgetting people’s names), can’t roll your “R’s”, have unattractive feet, can’t hit a golf ball straight, are losing your hair, wear contact lens, have allergies, and . . . well you can’t even count the number of imperfections you have for there are so many (plus you’ve never been that good at math anyway), and have a habit of writing run-on sentences, then post-enlightenment you will most likely still have all of those imperfections. Maybe you wouldn’t even consider those imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is kind of a nice thought. I mean if you’re a little insecure about your shortcomings now – the thought that even enlightenment wouldn’t fix them is, I think, a little comforting. I mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;what more do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;In fact, I suspect that the closer you are to enlightenment the more imperfections you would notice in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;What about character imperfections? Surely an enlightened person would have no character flaws.  Can you imagine an enlightened individual who is either arrogant or humourless?  The Buddha couldn’t possibly have been conceited or stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe, maybe not – what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Certain imperfections you just can’t change. Some you can. Certain flaws slowly change through their very acceptance. Sometimes you just can’t remember why you ever considered a particular “imperfection” a flaw in the first place. Perhaps for some individuals enlightenment is easy and all the real work is done after enlightenment. In the sutras, Buddha occasionally comes across a little conceited. Might it have been the case that he was just plain arrogant and had to work on this character flaw for years following his enlightenment? Maybe he never quite licked it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I really like the following excerpt from the song ‘Anthem’ by Leonard Cohen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ring the bells that still can ring   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget your perfect offering                                                     &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a crack in everything                                                &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s how the light gets in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is beautiful. How could the light get in if you had no cracks? And I might add that those cracks (imperfections) are also needed for the light to get out. The more imperfections you notice in yourself the better! More imperfections = more light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, how wonderful! Noticing and accepting your many flaws – perhaps this is the ultimate spiritual practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Radiant spiritual light is shining through the multitude of our embraced (even partially embraced) imperfections! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow! Doesn’t the mere thought of this make you want to go stand naked in front of a full length mirror under bright lights in order to search for and embrace your own imperfections?  (Uhh . . . maybe it’s just me, never mind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-4099740797089743112?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/4099740797089743112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/06/embracing-imperfections.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/4099740797089743112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/4099740797089743112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/06/embracing-imperfections.html' title='Embracing Imperfections'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-8496207431934749053</id><published>2009-06-05T01:24:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T04:12:22.386+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stop thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence of the mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlightenment'/><title type='text'>Addicted to Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Most people are addicted to thinking – letting a voice incessantly rambling on and on inside their minds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some people are addicted to silence – they “incessantly” don’t think about anything whatsoever. (The space between thoughts has expanded to such a degree that their minds are usually absolutely silent.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways being addicted to silence is even worse than being addicted to thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, worse if silence is confused with emptiness (śūnyatā: all phenomena are dependent and conditioned on other phenomena and therefore are without essence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse if silence is equated with nothing, is mistaken for Enlightenment – because if that’s the case you may start giving people some pretty terrible advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worse still because, let’s face it, silence of the mind gets a bit boring after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’ve reached a state of silence of the mind and feel slightly let down, wondering, “Is that all? Is this it?” – don’t worry, that is not all, this is not it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still more to come . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you have silence of the mind – now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit with it.  Notice that silence is something. I like to notice that silence is a type of sound – that it is a type of auditory experience.   Notice that you are not this experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait . . . while sitting in silence with the realization that you are not silence – something rather remarkable is bound to happen . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-8496207431934749053?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/8496207431934749053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/06/addicted-to-silence.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/8496207431934749053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/8496207431934749053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/06/addicted-to-silence.html' title='Addicted to Silence'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-2086615689736978372</id><published>2009-05-31T04:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T04:24:27.589+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no-self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlightenment'/><title type='text'>The Disappearing Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m watching the French Open. (Federer just lost the first set.) Anyway, my daughter keeps standing too close to the TV. And I keep telling her to move back. Telling her for the third time gave rise to following idea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about how when you move up close to the television screen the picture disappears – all you see are a bunch of dots (pixels). But then, of course, when you move back out a few feet there is the picture again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like the experience of being a self. When you move deeply into the experience of being a self, it seems that the self disappears. But move back out a “few feet” and there is the self again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which position or state shows the situation as it really is? I suppose they both do. It all depends on your point of view. (Although, in the case of the television, sitting back a few feet is usually more practical.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to go watch the rest of this tennis match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2 hours later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Federer won the match.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m thinking that the deeper truth is not revealed in either the experience of being a self or the experience of being a no-self. But rather, the deeper truth is revealed in the movement between these states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the miracle of an enlightened moment – freely moving between the experiences of self and no-self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-2086615689736978372?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/2086615689736978372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/05/disappearing-self.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/2086615689736978372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/2086615689736978372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/05/disappearing-self.html' title='The Disappearing Self'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-5821235331284672999</id><published>2009-05-29T22:12:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:24:01.892+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not-self'/><title type='text'>Playing Catch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I’m playing catch with my daughter. (With a large soft Dora the Explorer ball.) She is two years old. She loves it. She says, “Catch again Daddy! Catch again!” I suppose she likes the motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking about experiences. All experiences are in motion. They are vibrations – on and off; Neurons firing – on/off; Light waves, sound waves – on/off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing catch is a slow vibration. Throw – catch – throw – catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are perhaps an endless number of such pairs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth/Death, Sleeping/Waking, Breathing: In/out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve noticed that I get into trouble when I interfere with any particular vibration – when I try to make-permanent only one half of a vibrating pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try only breathing in. Trouble! (Okay that was an extreme example.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience of being a self is a kind of vibration. It is really the experience of self and not-self. It is like breathing. You can’t just breathe in. Likewise, you can’t just feel like a self. The feeling of being a self is dependent upon a corresponding experience of not-self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, the computer before you is definitely not you (relatively speaking). Maybe you look at it (and feel not-self) and a split second later get a sense (perhaps a gentle tension around your eyes) that it is you that is reading. You can’t have one experience (self) without the other (not-self). Together they form a vibrating pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we could say that there is a small experience of self which is one pole of the self/not-self vibration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we could say that there is a larger experience of Self – which includes both vibrating poles: self and not-self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t want to stop the sense of small-self from arising any more than we want to stop breathing in. But rather, we want to notice that the experiences that are masquerading as the small-self, are arising in the context of a greater self/not-self experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; this greater “self/not-self experience.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you notice this something rather interesting happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay time to play again . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-5821235331284672999?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/5821235331284672999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/05/playing-catch.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/5821235331284672999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/5821235331284672999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/05/playing-catch.html' title='Playing Catch'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-6567024047433270624</id><published>2009-05-24T20:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:27:08.827+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I awoke this morning to find my wife and daughter playing. I opened my eyes to see beautiful long flowing hair dancing in the sunlight.  It must be my wife, I thought.  She turned around – no it was my daughter. (Wow, when did she turn into a little girl?) She smiled and said, “Daddy’s wake,” – a nice way to begin the day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-6567024047433270624?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/6567024047433270624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/05/awakening.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/6567024047433270624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/6567024047433270624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/05/awakening.html' title='Awakening'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-4496682933359801752</id><published>2009-05-24T01:38:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:28:59.817+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jhana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transcendence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stillness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucid dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Witness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='altered states'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Formless Spheres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlightenment'/><title type='text'>Jhana and the Formless Spheres</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember reading about the Jhana and the formless spheres when I was a teenager. (The Jhana are deep meditative states.  There are four stages of Jhana.  In addition to the Jhana, there are four higher meditative states known as the formless spheres. ) They sounded very cool! Wow, to make it to the fourth Jhana, pure consciousness, the beginning of psychic powers! Or to enter into the sphere of infinite space, to become one with the universe! Wow!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;To my teenager mind these states sounded so lofty, so grand, that they might as well have been unattainable. Now, when I listen to an individual (including myself) speak about his/her own experiences and attainment of these states, I can usually hear an awkward mix of false humility and pride. That’s okay. We are human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;But the thing is: these states are very subtle, you really can’t exclaim “wow!” while in them; you’d kind of ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The first thing I want to say is that everyone already knows these states in a manner of speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;For example, does entering into a profoundly deep meditative state in which you are oblivious to all external sensations seem a little incredible to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;But perhaps you already know this state. While having a dream (or a lucid dream would be closer to the state) someone could tap you on the shoulder and call your name and you might not notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;That state doesn’t sound so special anymore. (Have you ever had a lucid dream and in the dream you’re meditating and your mind is absolutely silent? That would be very close to the state of the second or third Jhana.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am trying to make these states sound less impressive. They are very natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;As we sleep we move through all of these states; it’s just that we are usually unconscious. I remember the first time I fell asleep consciously. I realized that these states are very ordinary, very familiar. Idealizing them will prevent you from entering into them consciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Something else to remember about these states is that they are subjective. They are your states. They may not match up perfectly to someone else’s description of them, even Siddhartha’s. There is a lot of disagreement and confusion concerning these states. I think what is important and what is most universally agreed upon is that with each successive Jhana or sphere what you previously took to be nothing is now discovered to be something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;What do I mean by that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is an example: Say after years of meditating you have finally learned how to let your mind become silent. There is no sound. There is nothing. Wonderful! Maybe you are enlightened! Life goes on. You continue to meditate, enjoying your nothingness. But then one day you realize that the silence is in fact not nothing after all. You notice that silence is a type of sound. You realize that silence is an auditory experience. You discover that nothing (that is, what you mistook as nothing) is actually something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the process of transcendence. The Witness is learning to differentiate itself from its experiences. With each successive Jhana or sphere the experiences become finer and finer. After each differentiation there arrives a new state that is taken to be nothing. You can’t see it because you are identified with it. However, given enough time you learn to see it, or hear it, and therefore differentiate yourself from it. The process of transcendence continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The same thing happens with inner body silence. Not the sound, but the feeling. You might not even notice the feeling. It is so subtle. You think that it is nothing at all. But one day you suddenly realize that the inner feeling of stillness is actually an experience. You may call it bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And again the same thing happens with inner visual silence. Infinite space, the first formless sphere – at first you don’t notice it. It seems to be just infinite vast formless emptiness/nothingness. But then one day you notice that it is a type of visual experience. You differentiate from it; you see it as something. (It is when you begin to see it that you need to sit with it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And on and on you go in like manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Each time subtler and subtler experiences are discovered to be masquerading as the Witness or Experiencer. (Experiencer isn’t a real word, but I try to avoid the term Witness because the word seems to privilege visual experiences over other experiences. I should say “Witness”.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;What do these “altered states” have to do with enlightenment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The answer is: Everything and nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything, because you learn what you are not in these states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing, because Enlightenment does not necessarily take place while in any of these “altered states.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;When you are ready, it could happen at any time. When you are ready, you are hanging on by the finest thread. The attachment and therefore the “Witness” can go at any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally, one day, perhaps while sitting in the park watching and listening to the flurry of activity around you, it happens, the “Witness” collapses into that which is experienced. The process of transcendence has worked itself to completion in the ordinary day to day waking state. Now, in that freedom, you simply see clearly, you are awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-4496682933359801752?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/4496682933359801752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/05/jhana-and-formless-spheres.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/4496682933359801752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/4496682933359801752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/05/jhana-and-formless-spheres.html' title='Jhana and the Formless Spheres'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-6062607277212414175</id><published>2009-05-20T15:15:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:22:37.973+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transcending the mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zen mirror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stop thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t-know mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silent mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clarity of mind'/><title type='text'>Zen Mirrors, Don't-Know Mind, and Blue Whales</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Part One: Exploring don’t-know mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here’s a game you can play while in the state of ‘don’t-know mind.’ (no-mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and let your mind become silent; let it rest into don’t-know mind. Then let a little bit of knowing return. By letting just a hint of a thought arise you can trick yourself into believing that you are anything whatsoever. You can pretend that you are a cat, your best friend, or even God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give away the fact that you are only pretending. Stay close to the state of ‘don’t-know mind’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far can you take this game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now pretend that you really are you. (Let just a hint of a “you-thought” arise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again maybe you aren’t really you? Maybe you are actually a butterfly or a blue whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may start getting confused. So what or who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return to the state of don’t-know mind. (no-mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this state!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are done playing it is good to once again embrace your present personality and life situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point of playing this game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two: Transcending the mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The true don’t-know mind or enlightened mind is something more than the playful state described above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not only silence or clarity of the mind, but rather it is no-mind or mind-transcended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to transcend the mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to understand what it means to transcend the mind, let’s compare it to transcending the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to transcend the body (to be trans-physical)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rock is not trans-physical. It does not have a brain or a mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A human being is trans-physical. We have brains. We have minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are trans-physical. You can control your body with your brain-mind. The average human being can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) Rest: You can sit down in a chair and not move. It takes no effort. It is relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;ii) Move (controlled): You can easily stand up and go for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;iii) Move (uncontrolled): You can let your hands move freely as you talk, or maybe you can even let your entire body dance wildly, completely uninhibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the three basic states of the transcended body: resting, moving (controlled), and moving (uncontrolled).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, there are three basic states of the transcended mind: silent mind (resting), thinking mind (controlled), and thinking mind (uncontrolled):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) A silent mind means that there is no internal voice; it means that no images, symbols, or concepts arise. If the mind is transcended, then not thinking is effortless, just as resting your body in a chair is effortless. (You simply let it drop.)&lt;br /&gt;ii) A thinking mind (controlled) means that thoughts are consciously guided.&lt;br /&gt;iii) A thinking mind (uncontrolled) means that thoughts are consciously allowed to wander - such as when daydreaming or even thinking and vocalizing nonsensical babble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the three basic states of the transcended mind. (Ken Wilber would say that there are more, but let’s keep this simple for now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we see that a mind transcended is not necessarily silent.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there is a very old Zen metaphor that equates the enlightened mind with a perfectly polished mirror. When thoughts arise they are clearly reflected in the mirror; when no thoughts arise they are clearly not reflected in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a beautiful metaphor. However, it doesn’t seem to me that this metaphor quite captures the nature of the enlightenment event. Enlightenment is more than seeing clearly. It is realizing that you are free – and realizing this is always an event. It is an event that takes place after years, perhaps lifetimes, of polishing your mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could add something to this mirror metaphor to make it more complete. We could say that the enlightenment event does not take place the moment you attain a perfectly polished mirror – that is only a precursor - but rather the enlightenment event takes place the moment you walk through the mirror’s frame and realize that there actually is no mirror, there is just empty space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enlightenment event takes place the moment you reach the surface, after spending years, perhaps lifetimes, climbing out of a deep and dark cave. It is realizing that you are finally free - you are even free to go back into the cave if you wish and help others find their way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enlightenment event is like a dolphin crashing through the surface of the ocean and realizing it can fly . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, none of this really matters while in the state of playful don’t-know mind, for after all maybe you are really just a butterfly pretending to be a blue whale pretending to be a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-6062607277212414175?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/6062607277212414175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/05/zen-mirrors-dont-know-mind-and-blue.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/6062607277212414175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/6062607277212414175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/05/zen-mirrors-dont-know-mind-and-blue.html' title='Zen Mirrors, Don&apos;t-Know Mind, and Blue Whales'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-9031906304985238174</id><published>2009-05-13T16:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:08:25.202+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Samsara: Around and around we go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;My two year old daughter and I just had a staring contest. I’m not sure who won.  We both started laughing.  Then she started running around and around our living room screaming with delight as only a little girl can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Around and around we go.  Sometimes it’s pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-9031906304985238174?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/9031906304985238174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/05/samsara-around-and-around-we-go.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/9031906304985238174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/9031906304985238174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/05/samsara-around-and-around-we-go.html' title='Samsara: Around and around we go.'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-5123542901973436960</id><published>2009-05-10T07:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:12:16.724+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Relationship between Ordinary and Extraordinary Experiences</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know people like Kent and Jim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Kent and Jim are both long time meditators.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Kent has had many extraordinary spiritual experiences.&lt;br /&gt;Jim has had none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;However, both are awake to more or less the same degree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;How is this possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an analogy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jim and Kent are in a very dark and deep cave. They are seeking the light of day. (Enlightenment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;i) Jim follows a tunnel to the right. The tunnel slopes up to the surface very gradually. The intensity of daylight in the tunnel also increases very gradually. Slowly, slowly Jim makes his way to the surface. He doesn’t think about the light - he simply sees more and more clearly as he moves toward the surface. It is all very ordinary and natural. Eventually, Jim reaches the light of day. He sees with a rare clarity. He is enlightened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;ii) Kent follows a steep vertical tunnel to the left. The tunnel is a series of ascending rock platforms. As he climbs to each new platform the intensity of daylight in the tunnel increases in a brilliant burst. Each burst of light overwhelms Kent’s eyes, until he adjusts to the new light level. They are extraordinary experiences. Eventually, Kent makes it to the surface. Once his eyes adjust for the last time he thinks not about the intense light, he simply sees clearly. He is enlightened. So what has happened to the brilliant light? It is still there – in the very appearance of things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;In the end, for both Kent and Jim, things are very ordinary. It is just &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Each one of us moves into the Light in his or her own way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;It is your way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Once they see clearly, Kent and Jim accept each other’s way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-5123542901973436960?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/5123542901973436960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/05/relationship-between-ordinary-and.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/5123542901973436960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/5123542901973436960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/05/relationship-between-ordinary-and.html' title='The Relationship between Ordinary and Extraordinary Experiences'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-4593595873894590245</id><published>2009-05-07T18:11:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:04:21.727+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kensho and Satori Experiences</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;On the Enlightenment Path I have experienced various glimpses of the Truth. At the age of 23 (I am now 34) I had the following glimpse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am in my living room. It is 1:00 am. It is quiet. I am walking toward the front door. I hear the clock above the door ticking. I hear nothing but the ticking. I look at the clock, puzzled. Something is different. Reality has changed! What is it? It is too quiet. It is often quiet at night but not this quiet. Then I realize what is different. My busy chattering mind has stopped. I mean completely stopped. There is no internal voice. It seems like I am floating out of time. It is right now. It is intensely the present moment. Every experience that arises within me is richly alive. I touch the walls and floor. It is as if the textures I feel are emotions. Thick incredible depth exists both inside and outside of me. There is no separation between myself and my experience. I walk down to the lake. I stare out across the water. I am utterly amazed with existence. Hours pass. I finally return home and fall asleep.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kensho or satori experience was particularly powerful, perhaps because it lasted so long, approximately 5 hours. It was also the first time that my mind stopped without any direct effort on my part. It was at this time that I added ‘statue’ meditation to my practice. I would get up before the sunrise every day, stand on the shore and stare out across the lake. I would stand in one place without moving until after noon. (Hence the name ‘statue’ meditation.) (Apparently there are health concerns involved with this kind of practice, so be careful.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other satori experiences have followed since that time. (Wow that was 11 years ago!) I would like to share those other experiences with you in future posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also interested in your kensho or satori experiences or trans-experiences. Would anyone like to share such an experience on his or her blog? I would love to hear more on this topic from the community. (Let me know - leave a comment here directing me to your blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-4593595873894590245?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/4593595873894590245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-enlightenment-path-i-have.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/4593595873894590245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/4593595873894590245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-enlightenment-path-i-have.html' title='Kensho and Satori Experiences'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-3862502265098511509</id><published>2009-05-02T06:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:27:10.392+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Naïve Realism: Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Let’s continue from last day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m trying to convince you that the physical world doesn’t actually take up any space. (For some reason I must think that this is important.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember the blind artist Esref Armagan? His understanding of shape and dimension is not grounded in any kind of visual experience. He has never known any kind of visual experience. He knows that large objects take longer to physically feel than small objects. That is how he knows whether an object is large or small. When he moves his hands along an object, say a massive oak table, what he experiences is a physical tactile sensation that lasts for a certain length of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;That is not how sighted people experience the world, even when they have their eyes closed. It is extremely difficult for a sighted person to close his or her eyes, to feel the shape and size of an object, like a table, and not at the same time imagine the object. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;What I am suggesting is that without visual experience we would not and in fact, could not arrive at the conclusion that objects were extended in space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m getting the sense that this post is going to be confusing. I’ll try not to ramble. I’ll try to be concise. But I can’t promise that I’ll succeed. Okay let’s face it - I will not succeed, but I’ll try anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Let’s continue by noticing a simple truth: Subjective experience happens to a subject, not an object. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;That is to say, when you taste strawberry ice cream, it is you who experience the taste, not the ice cream. The ice cream isn’t sitting in your freezer before you eat it experiencing itself. It isn’t thinking and feeling to itself, “Wow I am so delicious, yum...bliss....sigh.....[wonderful sensations]!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;When we listen to Beethoven, the sound waves are not experiencing themselves as great music, but rather it is you and me having the subjective experience. (Of course, the term ‘subjective experience’ is redundant because all experience is subjective by definition. But I’ll continue to use the term in order to reinforce that very point.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;When you look at a red fire truck, the colour red is experienced by you, not by the red fire truck. The experience of red doesn’t actually exist ‘out there’ in the physical world. A certain wave length of light that corresponds to the experience of red may exist ‘out there’, but not the experience itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, in exactly the same way, the experience of size doesn’t exist ‘out there' in the external world. (And therefore the idea of ‘out there’ is ultimately meaningless.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;We don’t assume that certain light waves are in any way ‘red’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Neither should we assume that objective space is in any way spacious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;See the parallel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe I should just repeat something for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The physical world doesn’t actually take up any space!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here’s another question: When we close our eyes and imagine the physical objective world ‘out there’ devoid of all experiences, in a strictly scientific and objective way, what do we imagine? Perhaps we imagine a basic 3 dimensional space stripped of everything that we think of as a subjective experience, . . . no colours, no tastes, etc. Perhaps we see a kind of changing black and white geometrical collection of atoms floating before us in our mind’s eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;But if we are going to picture the world correctly, and strip it of all subjective experience, we must also strip it of visual experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;It is often overlooked that the visual experience of space is indeed an experience. But of course it is, and being an experience, it only exists in our minds. Just as a mirror’s depth is only an illusion, so too is the world’s physical size. That just happens to be the way our brains represent things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;But it certainly seems like the world takes up space. Not only can we see the spaciousness of the world with our eyes, but we can also walk about in it. Doesn’t the fact that we can walk through the world prove that it has size? No. We can dream of walking through our house, it doesn’t mean that the house in our dream actually occupies space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Does this mean that the objective world doesn’t exist? No, it does exist! It just doesn’t take up any space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Let’s use an analogy here to help us understand this more deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Suppose on your computer’s monitor is a picture of a sunset. The monitor’s picture (by analogy: your visual subjective experience) has a certain size, we can measure the screen’s sun, perhaps it is 5 millimetres in diameter. But the program (by analogy: objective reality) to which the monitor’s picture corresponds, the sequence of 0's and 1's in the computer, does not have size. (At least virtually no size – let’s just say it has no size for the sake of the analogy.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning off the monitor (by analogy: closing your eyes) does not mean that the computer program (by analogy: the objective world) will cease to exist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Regardless of whether the monitor is on or off the computer program will never take up any space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Regardless of whether your eyes are open or closed, objective space does not and cannot take up any space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;See?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Am I saying that we are all living in the Matrix!? No. I am saying that no matter what the objective world is, it cannot actually have any size, because size is a subjective experience. And yet, objective reality can still exist and certainly does seem to exist independent of our experience of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Believing that the objective world actually takes up space, ‘out there,’ is part of a particular world view known to philosophers as Naïve Realism. This false belief helps to create the illusion that we are separated from each other and from the world as a whole. If we truly understood that the physical 3-dimensional world doesn’t exist ‘out there’ in the way that we assume it does, then it might help us to understand that we also do not exist ‘in here’, the way we think we do. If there is no ‘outer’, then certainly there cannot really be any ‘inner’. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;It is not that only the inner exists - or for that matter only the outer exists - but rather that there is ultimately neither outer nor inner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This reminds me of a saying attributed to Jesus from the Gospel of Thomas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;“For when you make the inside like the outside and the outside like the inside, ... [abridged]... then will you enter the Kingdom." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Enough for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-3862502265098511509?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/3862502265098511509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/05/naive-realism-part-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/3862502265098511509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/3862502265098511509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/05/naive-realism-part-two.html' title='Naïve Realism: Part Two'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-9182352081579682226</id><published>2009-04-28T07:04:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:20:05.964+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Naïve Realism: Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ve spent the day walking throughout the house with my eyes closed. It’s an experiment. My two year old daughter is helping. We are trying to imagine what it is like to be blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you see last night we watched a Discovery Channel documentary on unusually gifted people. One man, Esref Armagan, was on for his ability to paint. Why was his ability to paint considered such an unusual gift? You guessed it, Mr. Armagan is blind. Although he was born without eyes, Mr. Armagan can paint the most beautiful scenes, colourful sunset landscapes with birds and trees – and all with the right rules of perspective and shading. How does he do it? We’ll return to that question later, but first back to my experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m walking throughout the house with my eyes closed when I have a rather painful revelation: Don’t walk about your house with your eyes closed unless you have shoes on. This may seem pretty obvious to you. Anyway, here’s something else I realized: When I was walking through the house with my eyes closed, I was not really experiencing the house as a blind person would. When a blindfolded sighted person walks through a room he or she visualizes the room. If the room is familiar, its layout is imagined, couch here, wall there, and so on,........if it is an unknown place, then just a basic space template is imagined, that is: the ground is imagined, an open space is imagined. Then when we feel objects around us, their position relative to us is imagined. None of this type of imagining happens for a person blind from birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask a person who has been blind from birth questions related to the experience of space their answers reveal how much we take visual experience for granted. For example if you ask: Does a street sign appear smaller or larger the further away it is? Most blind people have no idea, but incorrectly guess larger for they associate larger with ‘further away’. Of course the further away an object is, the smaller it appears. For a blind person, the 3-dimensional world is not pictured ‘out there’, it is not pictured at all, but rather, it is felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can Esref Armagan, the blind artist, paint so accurately? How does he know that, for example, objects that are further away should be painted smaller than objects that are up close? “I was taught,” he says. “Not by any formal teacher, but by casual comments by friends and acquaintances.” He confides, “For a long time I figured that if an object was red, its shadow would be red too. But I was told it wasn't." How does he even know about colour? “I know that there's an important visual quality to seen objects called "colour" and that it varies from object to object.” He has memorized that apples are often red, that water is blue, and so on. For Esref, size isn’t a visual experience, but rather a temporal and tactile one. The larger an object is the more time it takes to trace with his hands. That’s how he knows it is large. A blind person learning to paint, and learning to paint well at that, is a remarkable achievement. (I can’t draw at all, so Mr. Armagan’s ability seemed, at first, borderline unbelievable to me. I feel more comfortable believing it now though. I’ve had time to understand how it is possible.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so here is what I’ve learned from my experiment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned that the physical world (universe) doesn’t actually take up any space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m going to try to convince you of this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we mistakenly super-impose our subjective visual experience of depth, height, and width onto our idea of the objective world without knowing it. I don’t think objective space is extended the way we imagine. That is to say, (I’m really trying to make this clear) it doesn’t seem to me that objective reality actually takes up any space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Yes you heard me. Space has no size! I mean suppose everybody were blind, would we even consider the possibility that the world took up any space? That just happens to be the particular way our eyes and brains represent objective reality. It doesn’t mean that the world really does take up space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I keep repeating myself again and again you will just start believing it through sheer force of delivery: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physical world doesn’t actually take up any space!&lt;br /&gt;The physical world doesn’t actually take up any space!&lt;br /&gt;The physical world doesn’t actually take up any space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me yet? Great. That was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, for those of you who need further convincing let’s continue this next time. I’m getting tired, and the fact that I have to walk up what seems like far too many stairs from the basement to the second floor in order to get into bed is really starting to make me doubt this little revelation about distance being an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-9182352081579682226?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/9182352081579682226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/04/naive-realism-part-one.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/9182352081579682226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/9182352081579682226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/04/naive-realism-part-one.html' title='Naïve Realism: Part One'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-8062060575385741692</id><published>2009-04-25T23:36:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:56:29.133+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Masquerading as One and Many.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I’ve noticed: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moment to moment experience is strangely elusive. It is both many things pretending to be one, and one thing pretending to be many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example the experience of colour. When you try to imagine a colour, let's say blue, you may find that the experience of blue consists of both an image and a feeling. It is two things. Associated with the image is a feeling. Perhaps blue feels cool and soothing to you. But no, it is not simply that blue has an associated feeling component to it but rather that the “blue feeling” is an integral part of the experience of blue. That is to say, the experience of blue just isn’t blue when the feeling aspect of the experience is missing. Blue is one thing that has at least two aspects (i.e. an image/feeling). All experiences are like this, especially the experience of being a self. The experience of being a self is both: many things pretending to be one, and one thing pretending to be many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-8062060575385741692?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/8062060575385741692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-noticed-moment-to-moment-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/8062060575385741692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/8062060575385741692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-noticed-moment-to-moment-experience.html' title='Masquerading as One and Many.'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-8016047361995679083</id><published>2009-04-23T05:51:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T06:24:25.075+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching my daughter play.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;What is the meaning of life? As I watch my daughter play it seems so clear. Expression is the meaning of life. What more could life need? Expression in a thousand different forms – experiencing the dance of creation – that &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;the meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Watch the horses as they run. Deep within them there lies a powerful force, an impulse to run. To not race across the land would cause them pain — so they run. We have that same deep impulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the birds as they sing. Deep within them there lies an ancient drive, a yearning to sing. Without such expressive songs they would fall into sorrow — so they sing. We have that same ancient yearning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the children as they play. Deep within them there lies a creative energy, a spirit that laughs and plays. Without such fantasy they would become sick and lifeless — so they play. We all have that same creative spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how the trees grow toward the light. Deep within them there lies a strong desire, a longing for the light. Without such growth they would die — so toward the light they move. We have that same great longing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-8016047361995679083?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/8016047361995679083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/04/watching-my-daughter-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/8016047361995679083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/8016047361995679083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/04/watching-my-daughter-play.html' title='Watching my daughter play.'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586449197342546206.post-1870824113115106124</id><published>2009-04-21T22:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T06:24:51.318+02:00</updated><title type='text'>First Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is Tuesday. I am listening to the rain. It is peaceful. I am still now, but earlier I was working -- cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this how peace descends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loving Spirit inspires the soul with light.&lt;br /&gt;The enlightened soul embraces the mind with serenity.&lt;br /&gt;The serene mind fills the heart with joy.&lt;br /&gt;The joyful heart endows the body with courage.&lt;br /&gt;The courageous body surrenders to Spirit in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3586449197342546206-1870824113115106124?l=tallisgrayson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/feeds/1870824113115106124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/1870824113115106124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3586449197342546206/posts/default/1870824113115106124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallisgrayson.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-welcome.html' title='First Welcome'/><author><name>Tallis Grayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409977278753480635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZ0O0NFvqsY/TS55ixSz1YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vRdMGBp5ugk/S220/t%2Bgrayson%2B2008sept.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
