The Waking

    Anyone who has read previous editions of this blog will know that I don’t have a black and white view of awakening or enlightenment – I don’t see it as something you either are or you aren’t – more of an ongoing to-and-fro. People’s experience of the process seems to vary enormously and this edition tries to capture a bit of that variety. In one or two of these blogs I’ve had a go at writing about awakening experiences after the oneness has faded and the usual subject / object perspective has returned. However, the bit below, between the lines, is an attempt at writing while in that oneness perspective. As usual yesterday morning, shortly after waking, I sat to meditate / be quiet for a while. A profound inner silence was noticed – there was no sense of a self or of being an individual separate from other people and objects – there was just experience happening. These are some words about it, written at the time, in a text to a friend who said it was okay...

  I’ve been reading and enjoying the book ‘Still Here: Embracing Aging, Changing, and Dying’ by Ram Dass and I came across this passage a couple of minutes ago that brought me to a stop. I have learned that it is useful to pay attention to such moments so here is the passage: “The moment of death does not necessarily transform us; we die, after all, as who we are, no better or worse, no wiser or more ignorant. We each bring to the moment of our passing the summation of all that we’ve lived and done, which is why we must begin as soon as possible to prepare ourselves for this occasion by waking up, completing our business, and becoming the sort of people who can close their eyes for the last time without regrets.” I wondered what my last words or thoughts might be and thought that, at the moment, they would very likely be something along the lines of the English phrase, “Oh dear!” but a bit less polite. So then I thought about what I would like to bring to that moment, so that I cou...