Sabine just commented: “I find door handles boring.”
So I asked her to remember the old days – when she took Ecstasy and LSD.
Wasn’t everything magical? Didn’t everything have a delightful life of its
own?
Not quite like that, but something similar – is what it is like in the
moment.
(If you want to have a drugless experience of that, Kira is running a
Satori group here in Australia December 2nd.)
When you open a passage door, through the mind, it is not in the moment –
it accesses the past. Saves energy that way.
When you think you are meeting someone, you do not actually meet them –
the mind accesses all the past information it has gathered about this
person, and anybody like them.
We do not meet each other fresh each time.
(Many years ago I shaved my beard. For ages, hardly anyone noticed.)
Watch, when people are talking to each other – are they present?
Are they seeing and hearing each other in the present moment?
Are you here right now reading this? – or listening to what your mind is
saying about what you are reading. That is just you listening to what you
mind has decided you ought to decide about what you are reading.
Lots of stuff on the web now about scientific studies on how the mind, and
thus what we call us, lives in the fabricated archives of the mind.
I know, when you touch the door handle you think you are in the moment,
touching the door handle. You are not. There is another state.
(See above notice on the Satori group!)
There is another a state – to which your mind does not have access.
How to get there? – don’t be anywhere else! Be here now.
Zen says, when it happens, mountains are no long mountains, and rivers no
longer rivers. Then, mountains are once again mountains, and rivers,
rivers.
And oh, so, so different.