As you may have noticed if you are a regular reader here,
I like to write about ONE. About the total lack of separation anywhere. About the undeniable THIS-ness of THIS…all of this.
Not about the connectedness of all things, because connectedness is still separation on some level, and I can't find that anymore. I used to, don't get me wrong, but now that I've seen otherwise I can never go back to seeing it the same way again.
When John Lennon sings about One, people cry and they are filled with overwhelming love, humility and gratitude…but when this oneness is pointed to directly those same people often run and shut the door in fear. Fear of the implications of a total lack of separation from any other being or expression of life anywhere. Yes, it's a lot to swallow. And yes, it's not for sissies. ;)
But nothing I have ever seen has been more worthwhile to see. No matter what trials may have come with it.
It is with this in mind that I want to share this pointer, so that it may shed the light of understanding on what I mean when I say "seamlessness of Life" or "THIS-ness of THIS", or "utterly inseparable oneness" or "thought is the only thing that divides".
Picture a baby, an infant to this world, wrapped in a blanket laying in a baby seat. Conditioned thought has not yet happened in the baby, there are no labels, no names, no assigning of meaning to things, none of that. There is pure immutable presence. Pure being-ness. Without thought constructions such as names and labels and applied meanings (including the concept of time and space), the baby opens it's eyes and see's nothing but THIS. THIS that it IS. LIFE itself.
If you put a homeless man and a billionaire in front of the baby, the baby will see NO DIFFERENCE. NONE.
Because thought is the only thing that would divide them, and the baby has no belief in such a thought. In fact the baby does not see a division between the homeless man, the billionaire, the air between them, the seat it's laying in, and itself. Because there is no thought to divide that either.
To the baby, there is no homeless man, and there is no billionaire; there is no room, or seat, or even it's own body. The baby cannot know itself as anything other than what's seen, because there IS NO thought that says "my name is ______, I have a body that's right here, and there are 2 bodies in front of me and that means ______." There is only pure undivided EXPERIENCE of that which it IS. Life itself. Love itself. Call it what you want, call it God or call it Science, there is NO division. zero.
There is no black or white, gay or straight, rich or poor, fat or thin, male or female, beautiful or ugly. There are NO opposites for the baby, no splitting apart of the beauty that it is.
The baby may cry and scream and wail, and be totally at ease with all of that because a thought of "SHOULD" or "SHOULDN'T" has never entered its mind. To them, crying and screaming is no less THIS-that-it-IS, than smiling and laughing. It is no less "right" either.
There is no "self" awareness, the baby does not exist as a "self". And you may notice that we adults find them totally adorable in that lack of self-awareness. And we wonder why that is! It's because they're reflecting back to us that which we ARE before thought cuts this up. Their wonder, is our wonder. Their un-knowing, is our un-knowing. Their preciousness, is our preciousness.
But then at some point thought comes in and spins its story, and the whole seamless beauty of it all is fragmented into a million pieces. Everything is given meaning and assignments of "good" and "bad" and "unacceptable" and "righteous". And the thing is, that's fine, it's the story, and it's all part of THIS too.
But the clear truth of it all is that there is NEVER any REAL separation except in THOUGHT. Because before thought, there is only this, this-that-IS.
It requires no belief. None whatsoever. Just LOOK. It's your own undeniable existence staring you in the face at all times. That subtle sense of aliveness that is here UNCONDITIONALLY, no matter what seems to be going on on the surface.
It's the absolute fullness of experience that has no discernible beginning or end. It's a play, it's a gift, and it appears as myriad and ever-shifting things,
this is what you are.
So revel in it baby… see that there is room enough in you for it ALL.
This is a sense-ual universe. And if you haven't noticed yet, it's CONSTANTLY changing, and can't be held onto—this is it.
this is it. this is it.