<?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-581800050401255093</id><updated>2011-09-19T10:05:46.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Didn't Find It, And Neither Will You(But keep reading if you're ready to live in love)</title><subtitle type='html'>Self discovery of Being itself. The end of suffering and seeking in the Home that we cannot leave.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-6037706538273373761</id><published>2011-03-30T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T16:31:26.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atheists need Christians and they both need God</title><content type='html'>In our illusory world of opposites and extremes, it seems like there really are distinct, separate things, people, and belief systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atheists will claim there is no God, and Christians will claim that there is a God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are dependent on God, to either deny or believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not just focus on the common element, and see through the dualistic dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take it back to the simplist element. God IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is God? God is Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-6037706538273373761?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6037706538273373761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2011/03/atheists-need-christians-and-they-both.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6037706538273373761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6037706538273373761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2011/03/atheists-need-christians-and-they-both.html' title='Atheists need Christians and they both need God'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-5675384172947932366</id><published>2011-03-17T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T22:18:29.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Caterpillars, and Butterflies,</title><content type='html'>This is inspired by something I heard in one of Adyashanti's satsangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caterpillar: Wow, you're a butterfly! You must be really good at crawling now! Can you teach me how to crawl as fast and as high as you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly: Hmm, how do I best explain this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the dilemma in a nutshell. The caterpillar and the butterfly are of the same essence, the same Source. Indeed, they are ultimately one creature in different forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butterfly remembers what it was like to be a caterpillar, having been there, and done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caterpillar does not yet understand the way of the butterfly, yet carries that potential within itself. It tries to relate to the butterfly from its caterpillarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth of the butterfly is not in being better than the catterpillar. It is in seeing that both are one and the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because we have been through a lot of crawling doesn't mean we start flying over everyone, once we realize we've always been flown by Love's wings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-5675384172947932366?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5675384172947932366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-caterpillars-and-butterflies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5675384172947932366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5675384172947932366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-caterpillars-and-butterflies.html' title='On Caterpillars, and Butterflies,'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-5263058428682688327</id><published>2011-02-11T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T10:08:12.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I done yet?</title><content type='html'>On long drives with my parents, I would be in the backseat impatiently waiting to get to our destination (usually Florida.) Like so many other youngsters, I would commonly ask "Are we there yet?" Or some equally irritating variation of that question like "When will we get there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to my enlightenment game. I wanted to be "done", to reach the final place as soon as possible. I wanted to arrive at the destination as quickly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what? Even if there was some final realization, some final resting place I would still be aware of getting there, and it would just become another memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what I really wanted was simply to enjoy Being, and never getting there at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being here is enough, there's no need to get anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no-'where' to get to anyway. Where would it be if I got there? &lt;br /&gt;It would be Here all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-5263058428682688327?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5263058428682688327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-i-done-yet.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5263058428682688327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5263058428682688327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-i-done-yet.html' title='Am I done yet?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-5495338049158415686</id><published>2011-02-04T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T12:06:17.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grass-Roots Awakening</title><content type='html'>It's up to the writer and the reader of these words to facilitate and cooperate with the awakening of our consciousness. We can't wait for the government, we can't wait for religious leaders, we can't wait for corporations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you and I, loving what is rather than fearing what might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the love shared at home in our families, and out in the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the simple helping hand of humanity, in whatever way it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a grass-roots awakening in ordinary lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-5495338049158415686?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5495338049158415686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2011/02/grass-roots-awakening.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5495338049158415686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5495338049158415686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2011/02/grass-roots-awakening.html' title='Grass-Roots Awakening'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-5601760698340883572</id><published>2011-01-18T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T12:15:52.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Subtle are concepts, how Obvious is Love</title><content type='html'>Deeper and deeper into dreamland,&lt;br /&gt;Almost woken up, keep going, one more layer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at the goal, any minute now,&lt;br /&gt;Moving amongst the swirling wants and fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ariving, always striving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far is love really?&lt;br /&gt;Even 'here' is too far,&lt;br /&gt;More near than here,&lt;br /&gt;All love and no fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stillness shining in plain sight- why do we rearrange a dream?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-5601760698340883572?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5601760698340883572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-subtle-are-concepts-how-obvious-is.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5601760698340883572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5601760698340883572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-subtle-are-concepts-how-obvious-is.html' title='How Subtle are concepts, how Obvious is Love'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-1455610188411859043</id><published>2010-12-12T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T13:16:02.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No stone unturned.</title><content type='html'>I was advised early on in my 'career' as a seeker of truth to leave no stone of my Self unturned. This advice holds true right now, and right now. No experiences of realization have saved me from needing to clean my own house, even if there is "no-one" in that house, or indeed no house at all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinity has no stopping point, but I wanted to believe myself to be on the other side of seeking- safe and beyond the world of duality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored obviously painful emotions, because 'no-one' was having them. I justified harmful actions- because after all there is 'no doer'. I failed to heed the advice to look more closely at myself- because "it has been seen that there never was anyone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how to be a human being. This is a reminder to myself, from my Self to leave no stone unturned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-1455610188411859043?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1455610188411859043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-stone-unturned.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1455610188411859043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1455610188411859043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-stone-unturned.html' title='No stone unturned.'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-7112784668697403354</id><published>2010-11-03T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:34:38.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half- Baked Buddha</title><content type='html'>My name is Mike, and I'm a half-baked Buddha. This is a term that was used by a great guy who was not afraid to tell it like it is, no holds barred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and others have implicitly or explicitly pointed out that I have jumped the gun on the sharing of these pointers: this turkey ain't quite done; further cooking is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a deep gut sense here to get to the bottom of myself in a conclusive and permanent way, rather than share what I still feel to be less than the Truth, the whole Truth, and nothing but the Truth (so help "me" God!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting my group on hiatus until further notice, thanks to everyone for their support. The knowing of who I am is a job I cannot leave half done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-7112784668697403354?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7112784668697403354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/11/half-baked-buddha.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7112784668697403354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7112784668697403354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/11/half-baked-buddha.html' title='Half- Baked Buddha'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-2902521663577115948</id><published>2010-09-14T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T07:03:48.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't stop till you get enough!</title><content type='html'>Keep looking, look past where you think you are. Go a little deeper, see a little clearer. Don't stop at a halfway house- a subtle concept in the mind. Throw it all out. Look afresh, right now and now. Who am I really? Isn't that just a concept? No matter how beautiful, expansive, ugly, or restrictive, you are a step behind- right Here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dig deeper- you don't need another source of water. The well is right here, and all is well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-2902521663577115948?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2902521663577115948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-stop-till-you-get-enough.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/2902521663577115948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/2902521663577115948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-stop-till-you-get-enough.html' title='Don&apos;t stop till you get enough!'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-6204516697824548447</id><published>2010-06-26T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T17:09:43.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no post- you didn't miss anything</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated this for a while, because the love that's always with you is all you need anyway. Pay attention to the benevolent presence that's always right HERE, and disregard these instructions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-6204516697824548447?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6204516697824548447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/06/long-time-no-post-you-didnt-miss.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6204516697824548447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6204516697824548447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/06/long-time-no-post-you-didnt-miss.html' title='Long time no post- you didn&apos;t miss anything'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-1068008742317288626</id><published>2010-05-23T19:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:44:28.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonduality- Another mis-nomer</title><content type='html'>So there's really no truth in this nonduality game at all. Just another false path with false promises. The truth itself is what is very interesting. The trouble is, we can't begin to talk about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was interested in nonduality, both as a seeker and a 'teacher', because I didn't recognize the truth itself. Before nonduality and all its concepts, the truth is right here, as love- aware of itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the noise and attempts to figure things out, there's something silent yet profoundly alive. Nonduality can't give us what we're looking for, because what this actually IS is far too simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice right now, there's a sense of presence that is always so. Get to know That, and forget about what you just read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-1068008742317288626?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1068008742317288626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/05/nonduality-another-mis-nomer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1068008742317288626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1068008742317288626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/05/nonduality-another-mis-nomer.html' title='Nonduality- Another mis-nomer'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-6939357015881336426</id><published>2010-04-20T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:26:14.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is what IS</title><content type='html'>This is love. What we're looking for is the embrace of the lover that is literally right here, being Life itself. If I'm obsessed with the content of the happenings, I miss the opportunity to stop and feel the embrace of this all encompassing love, that's never missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, that think there's something better, somewhere else? This must be IT, despite the claims of dead concepts. If we just look and see, we find that love just lets us BE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-6939357015881336426?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6939357015881336426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-is-what-is.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6939357015881336426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6939357015881336426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-is-what-is.html' title='Love is what IS'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-8003091242518231701</id><published>2010-04-16T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T07:07:22.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why waste time with the cliff? Might as well JUMP!</title><content type='html'>Most people don't know they're standing on a cliff over the ocean of boundless love and peace. They're busy in the forest doing their own thing. Some people have glimpsed the ocean, and are afraid to take the leap, so they go back into the forest. Some people keep glimpsing and going back- telling their friends about how great it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others have become professional glimpse-ers, who set up camp at the edge of the cliff and talk about how they're in the ocean. Some are in the ocean and have forgotten about the cliff. Few see that the cliff and the ocean were always the same thing- One Love, right here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-8003091242518231701?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8003091242518231701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-waste-time-with-cliff-might-as-well.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/8003091242518231701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/8003091242518231701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-waste-time-with-cliff-might-as-well.html' title='Why waste time with the cliff? Might as well JUMP!'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-7934130321939117379</id><published>2010-04-07T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:20:08.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a fun site- See what you ARE, and don't come back!</title><content type='html'>This site is intentionally without colour or fun interesting stuff, because what you ARE is already full of all the colour, fun, and interest you need; this post is just a reminder to see this, and get off this crap once and for all! Look and see, and let this garbage be, this is not a helpful bunch of words! What we are doesn't need to be digging around in the nondual trash can anymore, just to come Home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-7934130321939117379?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7934130321939117379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-fun-site-see-what-you-are-and-dont.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7934130321939117379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7934130321939117379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-fun-site-see-what-you-are-and-dont.html' title='Not a fun site- See what you ARE, and don&apos;t come back!'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-7713563908195665694</id><published>2010-03-30T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:09:50.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom from time</title><content type='html'>The search seems to take place in time. Where's any time right now? Who am I that's in time? How long do I need, to be who I am? We seek a freedom at the end of a time span, only to seemingly stay stuck in that flow of time, seeking the next better moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's all this time right now? What's clearly present and aware, even if time seems to be happening, (in concepts only!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investigating directly, we find that what we are is prior to the notion of time, as clear being itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a freedom from needing time as some means to an end, because we can see directly that what we are is not subject to this notion of time at all- we simply ARE present and aware.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-7713563908195665694?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7713563908195665694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/freedom-from-time.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7713563908195665694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7713563908195665694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/freedom-from-time.html' title='Freedom from time'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-8599420456783755343</id><published>2010-03-22T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T13:16:43.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is alive, real, and immediately what you ARE!</title><content type='html'>Right at the heart of what's happening, there is immediate aliveness going on.&lt;br /&gt;Juicy, real, without cause or effect- what we are is consciously living and reading this word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple and obvious- if we turn from the madness of the mind now, we can see this clear space that's right here. Even when the mind is going, all there is, is life being life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible to not see this, and it's certainly impossible to not BE this. Why worry about seeking at all, if there's a peace and clarity amidst whatever seems to be happening. It's all good, especially when it isn't. For what we are, this whole post is a waste of time, and a big laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-8599420456783755343?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8599420456783755343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-alive-real-and-immediately-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/8599420456783755343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/8599420456783755343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-alive-real-and-immediately-what.html' title='This is alive, real, and immediately what you ARE!'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-4810248178140714238</id><published>2010-03-13T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T20:42:04.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless update- Being is still changeless</title><content type='html'>What do you know, this presence is the same as it was the first time I posted, it's the same now, and it'll be the same if I do another useless update. My site is meant to point to this changlessness of Being what we are- and be obselete. This isn't a fun blog to follow, Being alive now is a lot more fun than reading about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-4810248178140714238?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4810248178140714238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/useless-update-being-is-still.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/4810248178140714238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/4810248178140714238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/useless-update-being-is-still.html' title='Useless update- Being is still changeless'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-8031121588021632421</id><published>2010-03-12T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T04:18:14.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking what IS</title><content type='html'>I didn’t know I was seeking This. Just the simple seeing that I’m aware and present, right here, and things are happening. The mind suggests a time and place that’s better, and a “someone” for whom it isn’t alright now. Look, and see that just beyond the mind’s movement is simplicity itself- just Being what is. What are we really looking for? Am I seeking another time and place? What would be better there and then, and who am I right now that isn’t OK? There’s nothing wrong with what we are, we were always seeking what IS, and what is turns out to be exactly appropriate, so who is going to seek what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-8031121588021632421?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8031121588021632421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/seeking-what-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/8031121588021632421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/8031121588021632421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/seeking-what-is.html' title='Seeking what IS'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-2710193949187621342</id><published>2010-03-08T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T06:02:43.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just don't sneeze- it'll cure your cold</title><content type='html'>We spend a lot of time dealing with the symptoms of this apparent seperation. &lt;br /&gt;The most obvious is trying to restructure language to make it sound more advaitically correct: "this BS sentence is getting written" rather than "I am writing another BS sentence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key is to get down to the root of the matter- where is this seperate self right now? I attempted to employ remedies "on top" of this apparent problem of seperation, rather than dig down under it and expose it directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding back a sneeze won't cure a cold- screwing around with these pointers won't be very liberating. This needs to be looked into and seen directly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-2710193949187621342?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2710193949187621342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-dont-sneeze-itll-cure-your-cold.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/2710193949187621342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/2710193949187621342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-dont-sneeze-itll-cure-your-cold.html' title='Just don&apos;t sneeze- it&apos;ll cure your cold'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-9150853966680799166</id><published>2010-03-04T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:17:16.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a win-win (for no-one)</title><content type='html'>All the what if's and what about's are brain farts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in the way of life living life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing bad happens in seeing what we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my hopes and fears about this stuff are tales told by an idiot ('me").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life wants to live itself, and it IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a win win situation, for no-one. There is only life anyway, so big deal if "I" lose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-9150853966680799166?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9150853966680799166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-win-win-for-no-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/9150853966680799166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/9150853966680799166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-win-win-for-no-one.html' title='This is a win-win (for no-one)'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-3758366226116665729</id><published>2010-02-28T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T18:43:45.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something needs to happen</title><content type='html'>All that needs to happen is the reading of this sentence. Acknowledge the aliveness that cognizes these words, and there's nothing left to look for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliveness is happening, and it's all there is. There isn't a "something" that needs to happen, because No-thing is all that's happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-3758366226116665729?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3758366226116665729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/something-needs-to-happen.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3758366226116665729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3758366226116665729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/something-needs-to-happen.html' title='Something needs to happen'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-2768924529214533024</id><published>2010-02-24T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:43:40.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is practical and REAL</title><content type='html'>This stuff isn't esoteric or remote. Thinking about this doesn't lead to BEING this. The stuff we're talking about is literally just the actuality of being alive right now, the ground of awareness that's living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we look into what's happening right here, there's a natural sense of being alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is happening besides the simple actuality of living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I close my eyes, how do I know I exist? If I don't refer to any thought, what is it that confirms my own aliveness? This can get really practical and direct, right here where we are. Nothing else needed, for us to Be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-2768924529214533024?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2768924529214533024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-practical-and-real.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/2768924529214533024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/2768924529214533024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-practical-and-real.html' title='This is practical and REAL'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-3850992726716666036</id><published>2010-02-22T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T10:39:50.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being alone IS</title><content type='html'>As a child, I often feared being alone, because I felt seperate and vulnerable and in need of something to protect me from the big, scary world. As a 'seeker' I felt lonely in myself and looked for a big strong guru or God figure to protect me from my big, scary 'self.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started looking into this stuff for myself, and it became obvious that there is only one thing happening, only Being. All of this apparent conflict in duality seems to be an appearance of Being itself. Direct looking shows the flakey and feeble nature of all these concepts and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only the exquisite aloneness of Being, and no one else to be lonely, afraid, vulnerable, or seeking. Pause a moment and see if there is anything 'other' than this obvious presence. Get comfortable being alone- it's not so lonely if you're all there is anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-3850992726716666036?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3850992726716666036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/being-alone-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3850992726716666036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3850992726716666036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/being-alone-is.html' title='Being alone IS'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-3123456316424441930</id><published>2010-02-18T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:24:49.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's clear that I AM</title><content type='html'>Stopping right now for a moment, it's clear that I AM right here. Why not just appreciate the raw fact of our existance? Seeing this basic fact of being itself, it's clear that all else is an add on. The prime fact of experience is simply being present and aware, without the need of 'anyone' as some special, seperate entity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we simply appreciate the obvious and often overlooked fact of experience itself, there's no need to even look into any concepts at all. The mind seems to offer up problems and solutions, being awareness remains open and unencumbered by this activity. Why not start and stop right here, as this clear presence that can't be avoided? Simple, obvious, effortless- being what is, and what is not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-3123456316424441930?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3123456316424441930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-clear-that-i-am.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3123456316424441930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3123456316424441930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-clear-that-i-am.html' title='It&apos;s clear that I AM'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-1177435214518032851</id><published>2010-02-16T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:03:54.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No escape, no prisoner</title><content type='html'>I want to escape my situation. I can't stand this, I want out. This isn't right, I need to feel better. Anything but this, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate words, filled with anguish as we seek an end to this madness. I'm so convinced that I'm in some sort of prison, with bars made of seemingly solid language- apparently concrete ideas that hold "me" hostage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I accept my imaginary sentence, or look into the nature of this cage of concepts? I wonder what this whole thing is made of anyway. Even if there is such a prison, who is aware of the notion of this inmate? How could I be confined in this cell, if I'm aware of the entire notion of trying to escape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this awareness in anything? Is it an object that can be located in a physical or mental place? What is this presence in relation to the imprisoned "seeker?" Who am I in this whole picture, if not the awareness itself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-1177435214518032851?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1177435214518032851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-escape-no-prisoner.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1177435214518032851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1177435214518032851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-escape-no-prisoner.html' title='No escape, no prisoner'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-5431652930257519453</id><published>2010-02-09T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:14:08.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do 'you' believe in 'God?'</title><content type='html'>As noble seekers, we become very complex creatures. I recall one time where someone asked me if I believed in God. I gave what I felt to be a nondually correct, long-winded answer that left both of us rather confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notion of a seperate higher being is the cornerstone of many traditions, and can be looked into and seen for what it is. To ask someone if they believe in God makes as much sense as asking an oak tree if it believes in the earth. When we take ourselves to be a seperate, alone, and terrifed entity, it makes sense to conjure up a big important God to make us feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony is, that I never felt I was with God, as long as it was "me and God." If we see the true nature of what is, right now, we can call that God if we like. It's no-thing the mind can deal with, pure aloneness without the loneliness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-5431652930257519453?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5431652930257519453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-believe-in-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5431652930257519453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5431652930257519453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-believe-in-god.html' title='Do &apos;you&apos; believe in &apos;God?&apos;'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-1870399752947188165</id><published>2010-02-07T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:51:39.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What else but love?</title><content type='html'>I always had a sense as a seeker that love was lacking. I wasn't loving enough, and I didn't feel that others were loving me enough. I sought to compensate for this lack of love, and tried to find it through a process and obtain it in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lot easier to see that the nature of what is, is love beyond opposite. This can't be believed in, and it can't be denied. In looking and feeling into the presence that's here, it's obvious that this is the love of being itself- the homeless home that can't be left. The lover is all that is- including the seeker that thinks it's seperate from it. Who needs love from whom? Nothing is withheld- this energy is abundance itself, in the midst of an imagined life, full of lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this here, falling in love is all there is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-1870399752947188165?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1870399752947188165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-else-but-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1870399752947188165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1870399752947188165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-else-but-love.html' title='What else but love?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-12078469684313599</id><published>2010-02-05T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T05:01:26.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just look and see, who is this "me"?</title><content type='html'>Just look and see, who am I now, and what is this seperate "me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind kicks in with 'yeah but's' and whatever else, but just look and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always an excuse, let me off the hook, I'll check on this stuff later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but look and see- who am I right now, amidst all the resistance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much, too fast, can't handle the truth , give me some cushioning first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, and who, who, who is seperate from the truth in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How good have I been at making my life work, might as well get down to the wire and look. What's really here, and what pretends to really be here? See what the always so-ness that is, and the rest is seen as comings and goings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-12078469684313599?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/12078469684313599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-look-and-see-who-is-this-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/12078469684313599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/12078469684313599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-look-and-see-who-is-this-me.html' title='Just look and see, who is this &quot;me&quot;?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-5633171288582820469</id><published>2010-02-03T17:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:26:47.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fully seeking, but only half alive.</title><content type='html'>As a seeker, it felt like I was pretty much upright and dead a lot of the time. And if not that, then I was looking for bursts of pleasure from the outside, including pleasure derived from spiritual activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fully interested in the seeking game, because I was quite sure there was something on offer, at the end of a process. What I didn't pay attention to was the aliveness of presence that is here and now, fully awake and prior to seeking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all a matter of perspective and emphasis. I put a lot of stock in 'my' thoughts, because it seemed like there was happiness to be found at the end of my imaginary road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's here now- this being of aliveness- isn't seeking anything, because it's already everything. Who am I in relation to That? There is no relation- only That I Am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-5633171288582820469?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5633171288582820469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/fully-seeking-but-only-half-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5633171288582820469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5633171288582820469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/fully-seeking-but-only-half-alive.html' title='Fully seeking, but only half alive.'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-7222029127909186186</id><published>2010-02-01T07:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:21:40.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This isn't inevitable, This IS</title><content type='html'>During the apparent search, I comforted my 'self' with notions that liberation is inevitable, if I don't get it now I'll get it when the body drops, or an act of grace will liberate me 'soon'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, all these ideas presume that this isn't it, that there's something else to be seen, done, acquired, or lost. I began to look deeply at my present experience, the isness of being here, right now. What I found was that reality is actually full, and in no need of the imaginary things I imposed on it mentally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from the reality of Being itself, the search is undercut here and now. Being is all inclusive, and doesn't need extra embellishments. Here it is, here we are- timelessly, without need of improvement or tinkering. This really IS it, whatever it may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-7222029127909186186?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7222029127909186186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7222029127909186186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7222029127909186186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='This isn&apos;t inevitable, This IS'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-5925671627486772190</id><published>2010-01-28T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:13:21.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An inconvenient truth (Al Gore was right!)</title><content type='html'>What the truth actually is (what we actually ARE) isn't going to cater to our imaginary needs, wants, and requirements. What this IS, is completely inconvenient to the seeker. It completely undermines the whole notion of seeking- and indeed the whole notion of a seperate self altogether. Any question makes no sense in the face of this Beingness- for it is timelessly whole and unquestioningly present right now- with no need of embellishment or addition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wanting to feel better isn't going to be satiated by what the truth actually is, simply because the truth is all encompassing, and so isn't limited by my petty and arbitrary division of feeling states. This is it- however it shows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire to understand isn't met with understanding- it's rendered null and void by the timeless and present radiance that blasts the mind's inquiry to pieces, and yet includes all mental activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to see this as it is, not as we would have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-5925671627486772190?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5925671627486772190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/inconvenient-truth-al-gore-was-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5925671627486772190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5925671627486772190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/inconvenient-truth-al-gore-was-right.html' title='An inconvenient truth (Al Gore was right!)'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-6853505043139358475</id><published>2010-01-28T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:41:48.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See who you are, and go have fun!</title><content type='html'>We might as well just see who we are right now. Who wants to spend another moment looking at my bleak, drab, colourless and downright hopeless content? See clearly that you are this awareness, and you can stop poking around with all this stuff (unless you're having fun doing it!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's an earnestness to see and live as you really are, then nothing can stop you. Look now and it's clear, you can forget about this silly website, and even this pointless sentence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're right here, before the space between these two words. Just rest, you've looked long and hard enough. Have some fun, it's about time(lessness)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-6853505043139358475?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6853505043139358475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/see-who-you-are-and-go-have-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6853505043139358475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6853505043139358475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/see-who-you-are-and-go-have-fun.html' title='See who you are, and go have fun!'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-4874875512902816809</id><published>2010-01-27T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T05:47:37.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I know, that I know? (And who am I that knows it?)</title><content type='html'>As seekers, we live like a self-referring loop in a computer. We confirm our knowledge by more of the same knowledge, concepts reinforce previously learned concepts. The core learned concept is that of "I'm me". I know that I'm me, so now I know this that and the other about myself, which reinforces the fact that I'm me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live as this loop, and don't notice the space in which it happens, right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since all of this is learned, it isn't absolutely real, or who we really are. See that the presence that you are is always the case, before, doing and after this loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I that knows? The knowing of being is solid and real- all else is the changing of seasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-4874875512902816809?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4874875512902816809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-do-i-know-that-i-know-and-who-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/4874875512902816809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/4874875512902816809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-do-i-know-that-i-know-and-who-am-i.html' title='How do I know, that I know? (And who am I that knows it?)'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-3518281360167063016</id><published>2010-01-24T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:21:31.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's missing here?</title><content type='html'>You're not missing out. This is actually the party, and it's always at your place. You are the place of the party, and the only guest in attendance. There's no need for a better venue, or to get into some VIP room- this is as good as it gets, and as good as it needs to get. The bad news- this sentence is actually all there is. The good news, this sentence is actually all there is. No hope for a better future, and no need to fear what comes next. You're not missing- what's looking out these eyes lacks nothing. Stop and see- you've never been absent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-3518281360167063016?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3518281360167063016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-missing-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3518281360167063016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3518281360167063016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-missing-here.html' title='What&apos;s missing here?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-3930013588119581448</id><published>2010-01-21T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:00:16.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No investment, no refund</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I look back on what I've written (or even the title of the site) and I think this whole thing sounds really harsh and bleak. This is true for the 'seeker' but The reality that we ARE is peace, joy, and unconditional love that can't be contained. What we're attempting to do is point to the futility of the seeking, and the reality of Being. Seeking is all about putting in hard work now, for a big future payoff. If our seeking doesn't work (which it never has and never will) then we expect some refund or return on the time, energy, and money we've spent on the search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not just stop investing in pipe dreams now, and notice the clarity of being fully present, here and now? Nothing gained, nothing lost- loving what is! We don't need to play the game, and we won't win or lose if we keep playing. What we are stands here, in the clear, beyond our fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-3930013588119581448?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3930013588119581448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-investment-no-refund.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3930013588119581448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3930013588119581448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-investment-no-refund.html' title='No investment, no refund'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-4217259161628690713</id><published>2010-01-20T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T17:17:49.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"How to"- a fool's errand.</title><content type='html'>When any pointer is given, the mind essentially wants to say 'how do I use this to get something?' If we see this mechanism in action, it's obvious that we are outside of it, so to speak. Questions of how-ing or whatever appear and disappear. See the foolish mind as it tries in vain, and see that you are the context for this apparition. How to be what you are? No one's words or practices are needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-4217259161628690713?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4217259161628690713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-fools-errand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/4217259161628690713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/4217259161628690713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-fools-errand.html' title='&quot;How to&quot;- a fool&apos;s errand.'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-3501206408240104011</id><published>2010-01-13T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:45:58.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirituality isn't about popularity</title><content type='html'>When I was first introduced to the idea of spirituality, I basically used it to make myself special. I wanted to have the upper hand in social situations, and feel good about myself by towering above the "normies" who weren't interested in my superior concepts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've come to see it now, spirituality is really about one thing only: knowing who we are, and who we are NOT. That's why this sort of message isn't popular, it doesn't leave any room to be a special, spiritualized person. It undercuts the whole personal notion altogether, and leaves us as we are- present, aware, and inseperable from what IS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we are isn't even interested in teachings or spiritual paths or process- it's whole and complete right now, self shining and obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't become popular people- and it doesn't matter anyway. Recognizing the radiance and problem-free nature that we are is enough- for No-One!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-3501206408240104011?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3501206408240104011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/spirituality-isnt-about-popularity.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3501206408240104011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3501206408240104011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/spirituality-isnt-about-popularity.html' title='Spirituality isn&apos;t about popularity'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-4548152231416000095</id><published>2010-01-12T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:49:53.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up and look</title><content type='html'>To my credit, my first teacher Charlie Hayes essentially gave me the pointer of "shut up, and look." I interpreted this to be both an 'inner' and 'outer' phenomenon. Rather than endlessly think about myself and how my seeking and suffering were so overwhelming, just pause and see what's really going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of talking to others about how "I" am getting it, and almost there, but need this one more thing, just stop talking and listen to something that resonates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is simple stuff, if we don't bring our own preconceptions to the table. I was good at talking about this stuff, but wondered why there was still "something wrong." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut up, and had a good look. Good luck, or grace does the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-4548152231416000095?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4548152231416000095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/shut-up-and-look.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/4548152231416000095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/4548152231416000095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/shut-up-and-look.html' title='Shut up and look'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-3645398982155820759</id><published>2010-01-03T20:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:18:18.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repetition</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, it seems, things call for some repetition. Part of our human programming seems to suggest that we need to be exposed to things repeatedly before they "sink in" so to speak. I can only speak from my own experience, and it seemed like I needed to really open myself up to these pointers, and make a firm commitment to see this whole thing through to the end. Too often I would trick myself into believing I had arrived at some conclusive mental platform, only to find the experience of "something wrong" kicking in once again. Repeatedly exposing myself to the direct investigation as well as potent and competent pointers seemed to deconstruct the mind's artificial self obsession with "me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the main thing to see is that what we are is changeless and inherently free regardless of all this apparent seeking, and attempts to end it. If there's an interest in ending the search, the key thing is seeing that what you really are, isn't actually seeking anything. All these pointers are essentially needless, because the presence-awareness is self evident anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-3645398982155820759?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3645398982155820759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/repetition.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3645398982155820759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3645398982155820759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/repetition.html' title='Repetition'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-1020295601600081591</id><published>2009-12-25T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T07:12:00.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the wise guy?</title><content type='html'>As a seeker, it seems like there are actual wise gurus out there, who have stumbled upon profound insight that seem out of my grasp. At this point, I begin trusting the 'wisdom' of these people to whom I assign status, meaning, and create a gap of inaccessibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apparent wisdom comes from a direct investigation, looking at one's own Self, and present condition here and now. It's not a result of being a special person with a bunch of nebulous concepts that the lay-person can't understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the clichéd story about the seeker who climbs the mountain, and the wise guru tells him that all the answers are within. This is a much more helpful pointer than the idea of "I know the answers, let me tell you how things are." Anyone who is clear on this will inevitably point to something direct and simple, here and now. A simple looking at the immediacy of one's experience reveals that there are no wise guys, and no guys that need to wise up- only the infinite wisdom and love of Being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-1020295601600081591?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1020295601600081591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/whos-wise-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1020295601600081591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1020295601600081591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/whos-wise-guy.html' title='Who&apos;s the wise guy?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-8427955284124672662</id><published>2009-12-24T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T19:40:54.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special moments for "me"</title><content type='html'>The idea of being a seperate self is all about looking for that special moment. What you are is in no need of such thing, since what's happening now is so totally beyond expectation that the 'seeker's imaginary goals pale in comparison. As seperate selves, we live life as beggars, restlessly moving from one bit of pleasure to the next, hoping for the ultimate thing, someday, somehow. As we look into what we are, it becomes more obvious that this seeking mechanism is just a momentary appearance, and has nothing to do with what we are at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last bit of fullfillment, where is it now? The last orgasm, last bit of chocolate, last meditative experience- all dead and gone. What you are is vibrantly alive and brimming with the life force of unconditional love- for lack of better words. Special moments in the future imply something missing now- is this the case?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we are is the special moment itself, but not the way we imagined. This is beyond imagination, but immediately more REAL than any imaginary 'me' could ever touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-8427955284124672662?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8427955284124672662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/special-moments-for-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/8427955284124672662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/8427955284124672662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/special-moments-for-me.html' title='Special moments for &quot;me&quot;'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-7888971518867728470</id><published>2009-12-22T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T09:21:53.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The paradox of what we are NOT</title><content type='html'>For what you are, none of the 'rules' of the mind apply. Non-conceptual awareness or divisionless being doesn't have questions or doubts. We often hear of these paradoxes that arise during the 'search,' and the mind would love to resolve them. The key is to see that none of this stuff is even relevant to what you inherently are, as you read this sentence. The notion of being a seeker is essentially a paradox or problem unto itself: why am I "me", and why aren't I whole and complete? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real meat of this stuff is seeing that none of these imaginary entity notions even touch what you are. Right now, as always, you shine brightly behind the mental activity, unaffected and unconcerned with the important task of seeking (or stopping seeking!) Look directly into the heart of the matter (your own Self) and you can drop the whole notion right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-7888971518867728470?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7888971518867728470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/paradox-of-what-we-are-not.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7888971518867728470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7888971518867728470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/paradox-of-what-we-are-not.html' title='The paradox of what we are NOT'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-3660951508761628230</id><published>2009-12-22T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:26:31.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How fun is "me-ing?"</title><content type='html'>Pretending to be a seeker can be fun, at times. It seems like I'm going to make it, any moment now. The next technique or teacher offers something even greater, just over the horizon. If only I keep at it, fighting away at all my important spiritual issues that prevent me from realizing what I already am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we look right now, we can see this stuff for what it is. The struggle of being a seperate seeker is very seductive- offering up major prizes in an imagined future state. It's like thinking about being at a party, when you already ARE the party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you are is a lot more fun than the activities of me-ing, which is basically an addictive and unfulfilled potential. We seek enjoyment of life, from the perspective that I'm a person who needs something to start enjoying life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we investigate directly, we see very clearly that what we've always been is the enjoyment we seek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-3660951508761628230?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3660951508761628230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-fun-is-me-ing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3660951508761628230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3660951508761628230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-fun-is-me-ing.html' title='How fun is &quot;me-ing?&quot;'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-9165464030586739304</id><published>2009-12-20T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:36:30.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No room for a seeker.</title><content type='html'>If you really look right now, you can see that there isn't actually any room in reality for this notion of a seeker. There is only wholeness or fullness- the Being that you ARE, and cannot avoid Being. Since this is Oneness without a Secondness, this whole seeker notion must also be That, arising as a harmless game in what you really are. Look, investigate directly. See what gives you so much confidence in asserting your existence- it's not in the mind. You do exist, just not in the way that thinking has suggested. See that the unmoving and aware nature that you are remains constant, while all else is free to change. You aren't a seeker now, see the home-free nature of your being itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-9165464030586739304?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9165464030586739304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-room-for-seeker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/9165464030586739304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/9165464030586739304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-room-for-seeker.html' title='No room for a seeker.'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-3278007335123264978</id><published>2009-12-17T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:15:22.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there even a seeker?</title><content type='html'>Are you a seeker who's reading this? Is that really what you are? If I take myself to be a seeker, I'm really going to resist the message that "I am THAT". The whole thing ends now in seeing that I was never this imagined "seeker". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is aware of the comings and goings of this apparent entity doing the seeking? By its very nature, the awareness would have to be more real than the patchwork set of concepts we call ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to really see that what you are is awareness itself, or are you content pretending to be a spiralling, made-up seeker who holds out hope for a better future? You can't not be this presence of awareness, no matter how good at pretending to seek you get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-3278007335123264978?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3278007335123264978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-there-even-seeker.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3278007335123264978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3278007335123264978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-there-even-seeker.html' title='Is there even a seeker?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-6208901448202122401</id><published>2009-12-17T14:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:02:55.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No next moment</title><content type='html'>This is actually all there is. I know we've all heard it, a lot of us believe it, but this literally IS IT. There isn't a place for seeking to start here, and there's no need for anything to be different. What you are is whole, complete, and self obvious. There won't be a next moment better than this one. There won't be a next moment at all. There isn't even 'this' moment. No past, no future, no now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you are, is this. The blankness just beyond the words. You aren't any-thing, you don't need anything, all there is, is that YOU ARE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-6208901448202122401?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6208901448202122401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-next-moment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6208901448202122401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6208901448202122401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-next-moment.html' title='No next moment'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-7288782427035290559</id><published>2009-12-14T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:23:16.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs to be ready?</title><content type='html'>The suggestion on my site about being ready to die can be quite misleading. What it's really pointing to is seeing the false nature of our conceptual self, and being willing to let go of it. What we are cannot die, it's just a matter of seeing our timeless aware nature directly, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a "me" is like carrying a big garbage can around. It's heavy and it stinks, but I'm pretty sure there's some money in the bottom of it somewhere. So I take with me wherever I go, and pick around in it, tell people about it, and compare my garbage with other peoples' garbage. We talk about how close we're getting to finding the treasure, and about how much we hate the smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone walks up and tells us to drop the garbage can, because there's nothing of value in there. I clutch it closer, and defend it with my life because I'm sure there's something of value in there, if only I have more time to seek it out and get past the bad smell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we see what we are, the garbage of me-ing will be dropped because the true treasure has been seen. There's no treasure in our treasured concepts. See that you are the light behind this heavy can of concepts. No one needs to be ready to be what they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-7288782427035290559?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7288782427035290559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-needs-to-be-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7288782427035290559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7288782427035290559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-needs-to-be-ready.html' title='Who needs to be ready?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-1049734909928762549</id><published>2009-12-13T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:45:12.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"En-heavy-ment"</title><content type='html'>Charlie Hayes once alluded to how serious people can take this stuff, to the point of becoming ever more serious and enslaved by the obligation of seeing something properly. We take on the idea of having to "get it right", and compare ourselves with others that we imagine have gotten it right. The nature of what we are is simple and present, with a quality of light-ness about it. The word "enlightenment" may simply be pointing to this childlike nature that is present and aware right now. It's not a state to be reached by anyone, because the notion of a "someone" is just a bunch of heavy concepts arising in the Light of Being that we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it light- don't worry. See that you are this awareness, even if there still appears to be a search or a process. There's no need to go into the heavy concepts, just see that you are the light prior to burden of self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search or no search, self or no self, you are that same shine-ingness that you cannot avoid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-1049734909928762549?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1049734909928762549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/en-heavy-ment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1049734909928762549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1049734909928762549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/en-heavy-ment.html' title='&quot;En-heavy-ment&quot;'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-6115502410507413991</id><published>2009-12-13T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:32:08.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's nothing wrong that there's nothing wrong.</title><content type='html'>Inspired by Charlie's latest podcast with John Wheeler I decided to look into a core notion that drives the whole seeking mechanism. http://beingisknowing.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I took myself to be some type of seperate entity, there was always something wrong, to a greater or lesser extent. I was always driven to try to compensate for the "wrongness" of life, and my existence was focused on small moments of being ok, through some sort of psychological gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what we are right now, there is nothing wrong. Look and see, if the natural Being-ness that you are has a problem. Notice how concepts arise about problems, solutions, and the like. See that what you are is fundamentally present and aware, and is not affected by these notions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whom is there something wrong? Where is this elusive problem maker? The seeking is perpetuated by believing that I am a limited entity with a problem of some kind. There are plenty of options to try to remedy this supposed problematic person, but it's much easier to see that I'm not this imagined entity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get familiar with the natural presence of beingness that's always been right here. See what's wrong with that, and see what's wrong with there being nothing wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-6115502410507413991?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6115502410507413991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/theres-nothing-wrong-that-theres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6115502410507413991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6115502410507413991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/theres-nothing-wrong-that-theres.html' title='There&apos;s nothing wrong that there&apos;s nothing wrong.'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-7127552298997413151</id><published>2009-12-11T11:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T05:40:24.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus didn't need the Bible, Buddha was not a buddhist.</title><content type='html'>If we look at people who have (clearly) shared this message, there seems to be a commonality. They did not rely on any 'outside' authority. Jesus wasn't referencing anything to prove his 'points,' he merely spoke out of the revelation that was apparent to him. Buddha didn't say "become a buddhist," he too simply pointed to our true nature. Of course, I'm merely speculating by saying this. The key thing to see, is that there's no need for anything besides what you already are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much scriptural referencing, podcasts, or reading of these words does it take to be who you already are? The best anyone can do, is point back to your Being as directly as possible. The mind has butchered clear pointers in the 'past', and it continues to do so today. See past the mind's high threshold of BS, and know that you are the clarity itself. Oneness needs no second opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-7127552298997413151?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7127552298997413151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/jesus-didnt-need-bible-buddha-was-not.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7127552298997413151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7127552298997413151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/jesus-didnt-need-bible-buddha-was-not.html' title='Jesus didn&apos;t need the Bible, Buddha was not a buddhist.'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-3313742306053165101</id><published>2009-12-10T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T12:34:05.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one last "me"</title><content type='html'>The nature of pretending to be a seperate self is, as Tony says, the greatest addiciton in the world. There can be an incessant clinging to these familiar yet limiting concepts. Who would choose to graps onto ideas that make for suffering? The real key is clarifying your ACTUAL identity, before the concepts kick in at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of seeing that you are present, aware, and inherently free right now. There's no need for that one last "me" concept that needs resolution, the beingness is already established and doesn't need the last "hit" of whatever seems important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nature of reality (what you are) stands in the clear at all times, with no possibility of improvement or diminishment. See the concepts as concepts, and know that prior to all this mental jibberish, you are That already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-3313742306053165101?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3313742306053165101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-one-last-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3313742306053165101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3313742306053165101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-one-last-me.html' title='Just one last &quot;me&quot;'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-5960253577976552938</id><published>2009-12-07T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T09:28:42.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A message from Charlie</title><content type='html'>Here is a message from Charlie Hayes, on the subject of clear pointing. Much thanks for his no BS approach to all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any sense of some identity with a problem (such as 'energetic contraction') or some need for an 'event' (such as some describe) keeps the seeker seeking. It took three years (after first talking with John and then traveling to Australia to be with 'Sailor' Bob) for me to really clarify this and to see that these "teachers" were not really delivering a pure, simple message. My standard (and this is my own and only my own standard) is represented in the five recent Podcasts on my site, with John Wheeler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past I have interviewed (or been interviewed by) many others, some of who have great pointers to offer, but I find that after a few years of 'seasoning' (for want of a better term) that DAMN FEW ACTUALLY deliver the quality of pure message that Bob and John are offering. My message has been refined over the years (as Bob's was and is) to better mirror the reality of the FACT that your Being is already free and no event is needed to 'resolve any issue' nor is there any such real thing as a seeker with problems or issues ... IN ACTUAL FACT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bare Naked presence is simply NEVER missing! Until THAT gets clearly pointed to ... and finally 'noticed' ... well, the BS can go on for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, there is NO 'problem as such' with ANY expression: There is gold in them there hills, even if the hills themselves are covered with dead trees (false concepts)... if one can learn how to dig the gold can be mined. BUT: Why would anyone endorse or promote a teacher type who has a 'professional spiritual teacher' game going? And who muddies the water with unnecessary conceptual "spiritual noise?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say that the original message of there being only already freedom, that who we are is that freedom and absolutely nothing is needed to "attain" what is ALREADY fully present here and now... for absolutely everyone.... that most usually gets distorted, in the typical "spiritual marketplace", not because there is malice aforethought, but because the 'teacher' does not REALLY understand what works, which is simple pointing devoid of conceptual baggage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing: to make the claim "there is no person THEREFORE there is nothing to be done is a flat contradiction to what the true sages (i.e. Ramana, Nisargadatta) have pointed out. What there IS to be done is a cogent investigation into what is REAL and the discarding of any and all concepts of identity. The cleaner the pointers the quicker that happens, in my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my take. And none if it is to be believed, accepted, or taken on board as some 'truth'. The truth that is told is NOT The Real Truth full stop! The simpler the pointing the more potent and THAT is why so few expressions get linked at present on my site. Willy-nilly linking to any half-baked teaching is in this view (outside all viewpoints) a disservice. That said, again there ain't nothin’ wrong here there or anywhere. But I am a big fan of discrimination, in the vein of Adi Shankara and those of that ilk, currently Bob, and John Wheeler. Sorry to say, I find damn few others who stick to the real message with no baggage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the adherent to some ‘professional spiritual teachers’  really listen again to Podcast #5 I feel something one may still be a bit blind to can be recognized about all this... Anyway, being alive, awake, and the infinite possibility of communication, transformation and absolute freedom, I AM that I AM, and so are YOU... and THAT is ... LOVE! &lt;br /&gt;Enough said. Let's pull the plug now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend in Freedom, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-5960253577976552938?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5960253577976552938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/message-from-charlie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5960253577976552938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5960253577976552938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/message-from-charlie.html' title='A message from Charlie'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-1987914115384444621</id><published>2009-12-07T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T06:29:52.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear or not clear? Who's the authority?</title><content type='html'>Is this a clear, uncompromising expression of nonduality? What about the other sites I've read? What about all the apparent discrepencies between teachers, teachings, or non-teachers and non-teachings? How can we know what's trustworthy and what isn't? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole dilemma and apparently problematic questions arise from not seeing clearly what we are, right now. The mind loves to categorize, compare, accept and reject. It doesn't matter who's clear, as long as what we are IS. The mind can debate its important issues forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a seeker, I compared teachers and teachings and tried to find air-tight parameters as to who was clear and who was not. In the end, I just trusted my own intuitive knowing, as I had really done all along. What's the point of debating in duality, when we are already the uncompromising nondual reality itself? This message isn't clear, what you ARE is the clarity itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-1987914115384444621?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1987914115384444621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/clear-or-not-clear-whos-authority.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1987914115384444621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1987914115384444621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/clear-or-not-clear-whos-authority.html' title='Clear or not clear? Who&apos;s the authority?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-3743474715987464002</id><published>2009-12-06T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:54:15.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Gratitude</title><content type='html'>This message is all about gratitude to those that shared the simple and obvious. It's only fair that I recognize those that told it to me straight. The following are clear and direct pointers to the divine love that we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Hayes- www.theeternalstate.org&lt;br /&gt;Tony Parsons- www.theopensecret.com&lt;br /&gt;John Wheeler- http://thenaturalstate.org&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Foster- www.lifewithoutacentre.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the bloglist at the bottom for more potent pointers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-3743474715987464002?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3743474715987464002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/much-gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3743474715987464002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3743474715987464002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/much-gratitude.html' title='Much Gratitude'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-5399825584895457600</id><published>2009-12-05T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T16:56:51.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all too much</title><content type='html'>A common feeling for me as a seeker was simply the "too much-ness" of life. Waking up to another day was heavy and dreary at times, as I fought tooth and nail to make something happen to get my life working properly. Desperate seeking through whatever means I deemed "hopeful", including the dreaded and sought after enlightenment. I really never wanted enlightnemnet as it really is, only my version of it. The real deal was always too much for "me" to handle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, as it is, is enlightenment. Sadly, there's no room for anyone seperate in it. So there are no enlightened people, but no unenlightened ones either. It's too much for the mind to handle, and it doesn't need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the big break for the mind. It breaks itself trying to understand this, and ultimately the seeing puts the brakes on the seeking. This is the case right now, in seeing that this is enough, but not "too much."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-5399825584895457600?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5399825584895457600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-all-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5399825584895457600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5399825584895457600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-all-too-much.html' title='It&apos;s all too much'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-7412991594126402445</id><published>2009-12-03T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:13:59.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Experiments</title><content type='html'>Try to find your centre, right now. Is it in the head, or somewhere in the stomach or chest? Where, exactly? Look directly into the supposed central "me-ness," then look for the centre of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, and try to find what shape you are. Where do you end? Open your eyes, and do the same. Where does what you call "you" end, and the "other" begin? What about the point where they  meet, who is there at that place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaze into your eyes in the mirror. Who is seeing what, and what is the awareness that contains it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the most real thing in your experience, right now. What's the most stable, solid, and reliable "thing" where you are right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into that troublesome loop of thoughts and feelings, and see if there's anyone being tossed around in there. Notice that you are the sky, in which the maelstrom or the peaceful weather can occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop a moment and see the show, as the show. Thoughts, feelings, notions of self-hood or non-selfhood all appear and disappear. You don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-7412991594126402445?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7412991594126402445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/simple-experiments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7412991594126402445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7412991594126402445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/simple-experiments.html' title='Simple Experiments'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-4009055584647641643</id><published>2009-12-03T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:06:49.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Believer</title><content type='html'>How many thoughts have you had in the last 5 seconds that were true? Which of your many complex and spiritualized belief systems can stand  up to naked investigation? How much "you-ness" can survive a head on and direct look? This pointing is not meant to create believers, martyrs, fundamentalists, or arguments. It's meant to dismantle the notion that there is anyone, to have anything to do with anything, spiritual or otherwise. Primarily, it's a pointing to what is true, but beyond belief. What is, right now, is naked, invisible and can be sensed intuitively as real. It requires no belief, and no believ-er. What you are, is what is always being pointed to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many young kids need all these words to be what they are? What you are in deep sleep is exactly what you are now. See what comes and goes, and know that you are behind and beyond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one needs to still the mind or the emotions. Seeing that they come and go, it's obvious that You do not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-4009055584647641643?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4009055584647641643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/true-believer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/4009055584647641643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/4009055584647641643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/true-believer.html' title='True Believer'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-5053051566656043145</id><published>2009-12-02T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:06:36.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No blame, no excuse.</title><content type='html'>The human mind is very good at certain things. It can point the finger anywhere it wants, and be right, every time. It can excuse itself from all fault and wrongdoing, and justify every action. Or it can turn on itself and become a mechanism of self-loathing, collapsing into depression. The dysfunctional nature of the mind is seen through, by seeing that "you" are not a product of the mind at all. Who would choose all of the adverse effects that thought so readily spits out? Even to say "the mind" gives too much credence to a faculty that is completely dependent and subservient to what we really are. In seeing that I am the changless awareness in which thought happens, there's no longer anywhere to put the blame, even on "me". There's also no excuse for not seeing clearly, because there are no obstacles to what we are. During the search I would blame circumstances, people, and whatever I came across as to why I was still seeking and suffering. There's no fault in any of this, but the ball is in our court at all times. To see what we are, right now, or to suffer the effects of being what we are not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-5053051566656043145?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5053051566656043145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-blame-no-excuse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5053051566656043145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5053051566656043145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-blame-no-excuse.html' title='No blame, no excuse.'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-2700094920301650740</id><published>2009-11-30T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:07:38.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless Pointers</title><content type='html'>This is the bottom line. This is Beginingless, Endless Being-Aliveness. Feel it out, you know it already. If you’ve made it this far, then look no further. You are already That awareness that I am. Investigate what gives you the confidence to know you exist. By what means do I know? Thought, thought, thought. One at a time, who do they bother?  Look in, even when the suffering is intense, just look for this suffer-er. Look, even if there’s no one to look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a spiritual seeker isn’t going to lead to being an enlightened master. There are no seekers or masters, thank God. There’s no need to be different than you are, this is acceptance absolute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as practices go, there’s absolutely nothing right or wrong with any of them. Deconstruction of the self that sees itself as separate is the only relevant thing here. Even that is too much, because what you are is completely free of the imagined self already. See this, and know that you can't help but BE This!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-2700094920301650740?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2700094920301650740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/pointless-pointers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/2700094920301650740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/2700094920301650740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/pointless-pointers.html' title='Pointless Pointers'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-8206738744374959488</id><published>2009-11-30T09:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:38:59.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Non-Duel</title><content type='html'>I was listening to a program by Paul Hedderman (www.zenbitchslap.com) where he made the pun of all of these nondual perspectives clashing together into a "non-duel," where seemingly contradictory ideas and teachers oppose each other in "important" spiritual debates. This type of thing is apparently very important, but only to an imagined self. The "seeker" needs to get this stuff right. My version of nonduality has to be the correct one, and it needs to be defended against these opposing, "wrong" viewpoints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awareness that we are simply doesn't care what type of nonduality the imagined seeker is interested in. There aren't really different types of nonduality anyway, there isn't even anything called nonduality. You are the nondual awareness already, not the thoughts about it. See that you are already That which seems so important to think about. There is no need for duels, struggles, thought, or emotion to be what you already are, but of course all these things are allowed. See that you are the awareness right now, in which ridiculous notions in thought arise. See that these notions happen WITHIN what you are, not TO what you are. Clarify that you are the awareness itself, and put these notions to rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-8206738744374959488?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8206738744374959488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/non.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/8206738744374959488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/8206738744374959488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/non.html' title='The Non-Duel'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-1377320037348312550</id><published>2009-11-28T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:03:36.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless joy</title><content type='html'>I want to be happy, I want to never feel sad or experience pain. I would like to live in a state of undifferentiated bliss, peace, and harmony with everything. I want to be in a stable, steady state. I can't have negative emotions or upheavals of any kind. I need to be the master of my experience, and have things go my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlightenment will give this to me, so I want to become enlightened. If I'm enlightened, I will live in a state of ease, grace, comfort, and pure joy and lightness where life can't get at me anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sort of exaggerated idea of what the seeker seems to want out of this whole thing, and we've all heard that there's no "me" to experience any of it. There is a joy about liberation, but it's pointless and without a claimer. There is joy here, but it's void of ownership. There is an ease and comfort, and a sense of ok-ness, but it isn't mind, and it won't be yours. See that there's no one to want or need, no one to do or have. See this, and freedom falls out into itself, as it always is doing anyway. The overlay of me isn't needed for life. See that you are life itself, right now, rather than a "me" with a messy, defective life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-1377320037348312550?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1377320037348312550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/pointless-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1377320037348312550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1377320037348312550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/pointless-joy.html' title='Pointless joy'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-7291516113757794513</id><published>2009-11-24T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:13:39.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Questions, No questioner.</title><content type='html'>There's no questioner to be asking questions. Who are you right now, that needs to have this "one last thing" resolved? Look and see, that the notion of a question-er just appears and disappears, while you just shine on as before. Spirituality can seem to be about important facts, debates, and meaningful discussion about various points. Anyone who is clear on this won't deviate from the basic truth of what we are, in the name of such fleeting notions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been searching?  Notice how the concept of time appears in what you are, as well as the concept of a search, and a seeker. Are you suffering or seeking right now? Any answer will be in thought, which is here now, and gone NOW. Have you looked and seen clearly that what you are is the changeless Being itself? What question will dismantle the questioner? Who am I, that cares to know the next answer? Which of these questions begs an answer, or are they just meant to expose the answer-er? All the while, Being Love is what you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-7291516113757794513?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7291516113757794513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/important-questions-no-questioner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7291516113757794513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7291516113757794513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/important-questions-no-questioner.html' title='Important Questions, No questioner.'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-1891763530420090080</id><published>2009-11-23T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:35:36.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A paradox for WHO?</title><content type='html'>One thing that seems to happen in the search is indulging in the mind's tendencies to try to get to a "safe side" of the nonduality coin. Charlie pointed out to me that there is a paradox in this, and that the paradox can dissolve, but never be re-solved. Really, the crux of the paradox is the notion that there's a self that needs to get to the bottom of something. It's MY important thoughts about what all this stuff is talking about, and it's ME that has to do something to get it right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of seeking is not about coming to a mental interpretation and sticking with it. It's about seeing that I am THAT in which all the mental stuff happens in the first place, including the notion of being a mind-bound self. In seeing this, there is no-one to attach any parodox to, so the issue is moot. See that what you are is simple and without any need of thought whatsoever, even the important "nondual" thoughts. (An oxymoron if there ever was one!) You are singular. Thought cannot divide what you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-1891763530420090080?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1891763530420090080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/paradox-for-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1891763530420090080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1891763530420090080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/paradox-for-who.html' title='A paradox for WHO?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-3535586318137301221</id><published>2009-11-21T19:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:17:21.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resistance is Futile!</title><content type='html'>The Borg from Startrek were right after all. I thought I was pretty clever by resisting the simplicity of this. I thought I knew better than those that spoke from direct experience, as I hid cowering in my concepts. I was wrong. All I was good at was perpetuating needless suffering, all the while claiming that "I" was some righteous special person who was ahead of the game. Where did all this resistance happen in? Empty, blank awareness. What did the resistance accomplish? Nothing, it just came and went in awake space. Who was the resist-er? There wasn't one, just thoughts happening. Where's the resistance now? If you look, you won't even find it. There isn't even any resistance. That to is the loving awareness, pretending to fight itself. No escape, my friend, I hope "you" die before the end of this word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still here? Then keep looking into it, and see that what you are is deathless divinity itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-3535586318137301221?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3535586318137301221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/resistance-is-futile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3535586318137301221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3535586318137301221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/resistance-is-futile.html' title='Resistance is Futile!'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-5994641291216877354</id><published>2009-11-18T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:51:38.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm me"- Fact or Fiction?</title><content type='html'>As we grow up, the concept of the self becomes seemingly more and more ingrained. Charlie Hayes summarized this idea with me by the simple loop of "I'm me, because I'm me." When he went to the root of the issue in this way, it seemed like a real threat, because of the contents of that loop that I had taken as important and real. It seemed important to see that this whole self-centred loop is a total fiction, otherwise we fall into the trap of "cherishing the illusion." As a kid, I so often wanted the stories I read to be real, but I never believed they actually were. The story of "me", on the other hand, I took to be so real and so important that it took some real honest, diligent looking to disprove it to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the whole thing is seen as a fiction right now, what's the problem in any of it? Look and see that you are the True, and the false will be seen for what it is. Everyone knows the difference between fact and fiction, but a lot of people are caught up in the make-believe of me-ing. Discern for yourself that what you are is changeless, real, and in no need of embellishments in stories. Use the deep sleep litmus test: It ain't real if it's gone in deep sleep. You are there in deep sleep, but not as any-thing. What you are in waking is the same, only now there are apparent "things" to identify with. Leave them all alone, you are the ever present behind-ness to the changing world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-5994641291216877354?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5994641291216877354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-me-fact-or-fiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5994641291216877354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5994641291216877354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-me-fact-or-fiction.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m me&quot;- Fact or Fiction?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-7920041990602214819</id><published>2009-11-16T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T17:53:30.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I" as opposed to what?</title><content type='html'>The mind would love to say "I am enlightened." The big prize seems so grand and noble. The only question there is for the self-proclaimed guru or enlightened master, is "who is enlightened, as opposed to what 'other?' In our game of awakening, we hear such grand stories. None of them are real, only YOU ARE. Why bother being enlightened, when what you really are is beyond all these silly concepts anyway? In saying beyond, it doesn't mean "better than." It's simply a pointing to the unmoving, unchanging awareness that we all are, in equanimity. There's no competition here, because there's nothing to compete with. No one to threaten, nothing to overcome, no victim and no perpetrator. There's no need for games or false claims. Just look as always, maybe close your eyes and stare deeply within what you've taken yourself to be, and see the unchanging-ness that you are, whether you do this exercise or not. Why not do a practice, if you're still seeking? It's better than sitting in needless suffering. Practice noticing that the idea of a practicer comes and goes in what you are- and see how much practice it takes to be what is already established and effortless. Who cares about nonduality, what you are is already beyond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look and see, get creative, experiment. Don't sit in suffering, just keep at it if there's still a search on. Settle for nothing less than the fullness of what you innately are, take this on board as your own thing, forget me, forget every sage that ever walked. You're the only one here, get used to your Self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-7920041990602214819?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7920041990602214819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-as-opposed-to-what.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7920041990602214819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7920041990602214819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-as-opposed-to-what.html' title='&quot;I&quot; as opposed to what?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-5101223017594025105</id><published>2009-11-12T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:30:39.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band-Aid Spirituality</title><content type='html'>If you're anything like me, you have probably spent time looking to make your life work, improve it, become happier, or whatever. Our spiritual ideas seem to offer this to us, and they seem so much loftier and far beyond the petty imaginings of mere mortals with thier cars, relationships, and world of instant gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking more closely, we can see that our attempts at 'spirituality' are basically the same as our 'materialistic' attempts- I want to feel good, right now. I tried to meditate my pain away, attempted to chant myself into oblivion, and to pray my problems into solutions. I sought different masters with different ideas, pursued various philosophies, and changed my mind about all the 'important' spiritual issues over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this was like trying to put a band-aid on a bottomless pit. Instant gratification moved into a new sort of realm, and my seeking continued. The trouble was, as always, a sort of compromising on my part, and a reluctance to get down and dirty with who I really was, and who I was really pretending to be. A short-lived meditation high comes and goes, but what I really am never has, and never will. I had to stop compromising what I really am, and stop chasing fleeting experiences, even if they are filled with bliss, spiritual fireworks, and awe from friends.  Just looking right now, I see that I am the space in which things arise. The awareness behind the content, arising as the content. If you have a look, you'll see the same is true for you. Time to take off the band-aid, the blinders, and stop with the bullshit; no more seeking, just the Seeing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-5101223017594025105?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5101223017594025105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/band-aid-spirituality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5101223017594025105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5101223017594025105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/band-aid-spirituality.html' title='Band-Aid Spirituality'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-9127286440614534716</id><published>2009-11-09T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:14:36.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inquiry- Who would even start?</title><content type='html'>Self inquiry seems to be a popular idea, which was apparently started by Ramana Maharshi in the form of asking the question "Who am I?" The whole notion of this idea is that by asking this question, it will faciliate liberation, enlightenment, or whatever. At least, that was the notion that I had when it was suggested to ask and look into this question. The main "trap" that happened was, of course, a perversion in thought. The idea was that if I did enough self inquiry, that I would become free, or enlightened. This gave rise to a sort of superficial inquiry, where there was an assumed "I" doing an assumed inquiry, on a very mental level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real meat of this is of course to examine the pre-concieved notions of the "I" concept, not to give that assumed person some task to do, along a path. Who is there right now to even begin the inquiry? If we see that we are already this oneness or consciousness, then what is there to be seperate and in need of the inquiry? See that even the inquiry takes place in what you are. Look deeper into this, and expose the root of the whole production. If we see that we are already the stillness in which it all happens, then the inquiry is seen as just another passing phenomenon. Who would start the inquiry, and who would be there when it's over? All just appearance- see things for what they are, and know that you are the see-ing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-9127286440614534716?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9127286440614534716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/inquiry-who-would-even-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/9127286440614534716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/9127286440614534716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/inquiry-who-would-even-start.html' title='Inquiry- Who would even start?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-5967497183148733149</id><published>2009-11-04T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:04:17.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going to work?</title><content type='html'>From a  young age, we're taught to try to make our lives work. When we begin to see that it's not working, maybe we stumble across someone claiming to know how to make it work better. After we try X, Y, and Z we may come across some "deep" spiritual tradition, or whatever the mind calls it. From my own experience, I thought of nonduality as the ultimate "thing" that would make my life work. I was given the pointer "Who am I?" from Charlie Hayes, and "I" figured that was the answer. The trouble was, there wasn't yet a real looking into the "I" notion that the question "Who am I?" is meant to root out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different teachers seem to suggest various methods, non-methods, or claim there is no method or whatever. The real question is, who is hearing these teachers, who is deliberating between what may or may not work? It's a simple matter of getting down to business, and bypassing the needless garbage of conceptual running around. Nothing's going to work, because what we are is ALREADY in perfect working order. It's just a matter of seeing that this is already the life we always wanted, except we don't get to have it. There's no "we" to have it or not. There is only THAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-5967497183148733149?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5967497183148733149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-going-to-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5967497183148733149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5967497183148733149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-going-to-work.html' title='What&apos;s going to work?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-8689069114309141458</id><published>2009-11-02T09:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:55:05.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copping out</title><content type='html'>Look, more meaningless concepts. If you're anything like me, you're likely very tired of hazily reading more words about something that already IS. A great podcast on Charlie's site with John Wheeler really emphasizes getting down to and investigating this for ourselves. It also exposes the whole trip about "there's no one to do that." If there really is no one to do that, it's game over, as John potently points out. This is just more food for thought, when what's being pointed to is the delicious buffet of life itself. Don't give up on this, if the issue isn't resolved. Just keep looking into this notion of the seperate self, and ignore all the needless conceptual jargon. This is so basic, I already regret this sentence. It's just a simple matter of seeing into this directly, right now. Where's any problematic self? Send me some evidence of a seperate self, and then we can see what we're dealing with. In the mean'time', all there is, is Oneness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-8689069114309141458?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8689069114309141458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/copping-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/8689069114309141458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/8689069114309141458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/copping-out.html' title='Copping out'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-9039358844823403596</id><published>2009-10-29T13:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:48:07.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How enlightened am "I" today?</title><content type='html'>Waking up in the morning as a 'seeker' wasn't pleasant. I had to deal with the whole enlightenment or liberation thing for another day, as well as deal with all 'my' day to day activities. Since nonduality had become my most important preoccupation, I had to make sure I had things lined up to make sure that my trek towards liberation was on course. The focus was always within this "me" idea, and my enlightenment happening or not happening, and what "I" could or should do about it. Scott Kiloby pointed this type of thing out quite nicely, how the focus always seems to be kept firmly in self centred notions, which create the idea of a search in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set up little markers for my 'self' about where things were in terms of liberation happening or not happening. Good feelings generally meant good 'progress,' and bad feelings were indicative of losing presence, or enlightenment power, or some equally ridiculous notion, arising in thought. Of course, what I failed to really look into was the whole notion of the seperate self, it-self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of looking into the shaky platform of "me-hood", I wanted to reinforce the platform by throwing some cool ideas about nonduality on top of it, which actually made it shakier still. What I really failed to do, was get down and busy with looking into this directly. It isn't necessarily fun or pleasant to challenge these notions. Becoming enlightened sounds so much nicer than seeing through the self that would become enlightened. Unfortunately, there's no 'self' in any case, so the issue is rendered moot. If there is still a trace of a self, just look for it, instead of paying lip service to concepts in the way I did for months. Thanks for reading, you can check out my Kilologue with Scott at http://www.kiloby.com/kilologues.php&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-9039358844823403596?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9039358844823403596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-enlightened-am-i-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/9039358844823403596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/9039358844823403596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-enlightened-am-i-today.html' title='How enlightened am &quot;I&quot; today?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-1382814197117240997</id><published>2009-10-27T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:58:40.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good feelings for "me", please.</title><content type='html'>My modus operandi for most of my life was basically, "let's get good feelings for me, right now." Life was lived in a sort of unstable pendulum, where things were good if "I" felt good, and things were bad if "I" felt bad. What I didn't notice was the lack of contentment that was present even if the mind was judging something as "good." It seemed like even in the moments of peak pleasure, there was a knowing that it would end. This was true of both physical pleasure, and the much sought after "spiritual" pleasures as well. I didn't realize that what I really wanted, was not having to seek feeling better. Wanting to feel good seems to be just a natural part of conditioning, for humans and animals alike. Once this "me" notion gets going, feeling good becomes a sort of all-encompassing obsession, since the apparent seperation is experienced as quite unbearable. (At least that's how it was here!) Moments of pleasure seemed to be all that life was about, along with an insane and vague hope that one day I would "make it," and be alright forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in my field of counselling, I wanted to make myself feel better, by making others feel better. Everything came back to this sense of a seperate self, that wanted to suck something out of the situation for its own good. I felt sort of like a complex parasite, that went along looking for better food to keep itself going, even though I loathed my own existence a lot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the message started hitting home, and the investigation happened, I started to deconstruct the whole hedonistic attitude I'd been living under. "What's so important about feeling good?"&lt;br /&gt;"Who am I that needs to feel good?"&lt;br /&gt;"Who am I that feels bad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In getting right up close and personal with this stuff, it's seen that there are really just movements of energy, and thoughts happening. No self in the midst of the chaos, just the chaos happening in emptiness. It seemed like I had to get comfortable with being uncomfortable, and get down to the bottom of the "want-er." Just a simple and earnest looking reveals the absence of this irritating and irritable 'self' that always wanted something from the "other."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-1382814197117240997?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1382814197117240997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-feelings-for-me-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1382814197117240997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1382814197117240997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-feelings-for-me-please.html' title='Good feelings for &quot;me&quot;, please.'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-1516622776624797340</id><published>2009-10-26T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:23:55.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing for you here</title><content type='html'>Hello, if there's someone reading this, then that someone will be disappointed. Any self that reads these words will undoubtedly be looking for something in them, a hidden meaning, something to grasp hold of, a new belief system. There are no such things here, the self reading and writing isn't even acknowledged as real. The SELF that we are, though, is being pointed to as ordinary basic awareness. It reads this before "you" are even there to monkey with the message. Love doesn't need a "you" or a "me", it does fine without us, thank you very much. All of this self-perpetuating craziness is just like an attempt to put an errupting volcano out with an ice cube. Love can be red hot and fierce, burning away all our feeble mind tricks and tired resistance patterns. The reason there's nothing for you here, is because there isn't a "you" here anyway. This isn't about being cruel or hateful, it's about love reclaiming what seems to have been obscured. In my arrogance, I thought I could win the game, beat the system. Love patiently wore me down, until I gave up what I never had anway. This isn't about you, me, or anyone else. There's nothing for you here, but there's nothing for "me" either. Love is an equal opportunity destroyer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-1516622776624797340?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1516622776624797340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/nothing-for-you-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1516622776624797340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1516622776624797340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/nothing-for-you-here.html' title='Nothing for you here'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-5120375017577580106</id><published>2009-10-25T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:07:03.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I me?!</title><content type='html'>My life was full of why questions, as I've discussed already. The core of this dilemma, is "why am I me, why am I seperate?" That was the question I wanted my parents to answer when I started to experience myself as an entity apart from What IS. Instead of seeing the root of it directly, I settled on asking more roundabout questions, like why is the sky blue, or why does daddy go to work. The answer I was really seeking, was why does it feel like paradise has been lost, in favour of "me being me." The concept of a seperate self seemed to become more apparent in experience, and I soon found myself in more complex versions of "why." The content doesn't matter, the root of it was always the same. Waking up in the morning sometimes had a terrible desperation about it, as if to say "Why am I still me?!" The experiential seperation was always the motivator for my actions, and all the actions were about making me feel better. The honest answer I could give anyone about why I did anything, was that "I want to feel good, and who cares about anything else?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting those who pointed clearly and directly, the whole dilemma of "why me" started to be investigated. There's no one that would benefit from the answering of another question, even the most profound spiritualized inquiry of "why is this so?" There's no 'me' to ask why, and no 'me' to obtain any benefit from the answer.  Looking directly, there is simply wholeness, with none of the problems attributed to an imagined self. Of course, I also asked "why bother even looking into this?" A good answer might have been "why bother enduring needless suffering?" If there's suffering, it might as well be investigated, until the suffer-er is seen to be another dreamlike appearance. As one friend said: "Why? Because."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-5120375017577580106?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5120375017577580106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-am-i-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5120375017577580106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5120375017577580106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-am-i-me.html' title='Why am I me?!'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-7927835690895453704</id><published>2009-10-24T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:04:39.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How good is "your" nonduality?</title><content type='html'>The game of nonduality can become very petty and dogmatic. I compared where "I" was in my seeing with where others seemed to be, and compared the concepts about our various 'truths.' Like many different Christian sects, there seemed to be a splintering off into these different versions of the message. I tried to find the "proper" nondual platform to stand on. I disputed with others about their version of it, and tried to find a safe place for "me," in the correct version. This isn't about any of that stuff. I don't know Jesus, but I would speculate that he wouldn't have suggested that we construct a religion, let alone many religions, around what he was saying. When the words are heard from one who is "clear" on all this, the tendency is to put that one on a pedestal, and construct a set of concepts around the message they deliver. The intention, if there is one, is to deconstruct the pre-existing concepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about nonduality. It's not even real, there's no such thing. Instead, check to see who believes in nonduality. Find that one that's so obsessed with this new "thing" called nonduality, or whatever the mind calls it. This has always been about what You and I really are, not about fancy concepts. I don't know what nonduality is, I never did. There's no need to know what this stuff is, because it doesn't mean anything anyway. It's just a matter of seeing into this for ourselves. Who am I, that needs all this crazy stuff? I carried a world of nondualisms, different teachers, points of view, and arguments with my 'self.' Who needs all that baggage? Who would choose to carry such a burden? Just look and see, no need for more jargon. Behind all this craziness the mind becomes obsessed with, I am empty awareness. Just take the "I" out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-7927835690895453704?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7927835690895453704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-good-is-your-nonduality.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7927835690895453704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7927835690895453704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-good-is-your-nonduality.html' title='How good is &quot;your&quot; nonduality?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-5992882281275474548</id><published>2009-10-18T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:27:04.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who would choose to suffer?</title><content type='html'>Basically, the only reason I got into this nonduality thing was because I wanted to stop suffering. The things I had tried previously gave some relief from suffering: drugs, religion, therapy, and so on. Relief was experienced by an imagined entity, who seemed to need to work hard at keeping the suffering at bay. It seemed like even when these things were working well, there's was a storm cloud of personal suffering, just waiting to strike when my anesthesizing methods wore thin. Of course, what none of these things never got to the root of was the notion of a "me" who could suffer, and who seemed to be choosing to do all these various things. If I were this entity with so much power, control, and personal will, why would I choose to suffer so much, sometimes for no "external" reason? Jeff Foster speaks about how suffering IS the sufferer. I didn't want to let go of identity, so suffering seemed to be acceptable, as long as I could be a "someone." Charlie Hayes pointed out a sort of indulgence or payoff in suffering, which really struck home. The addiction to this misery is the epitome of insanity. Who would choose such a thing for him or herself? It came to the point where I would rather die than suffer anymore. Fortunately, the thing that thought it was born and could die was a total illusion, even calling it a "thing" is far too much substance. JD Hazlewood discusses the invalidity of this "I" notion, and undermines the suffering apparently generated from this conceptual spider web. Suffering is what started the apparent search, and a desire to stop suffering is what fueled it. When competent pointing was come across, the potency was always in throwing the looking back into the concepts, and revealing the absence of the suffering, defective "person." Who would choose to suffer? No one. Who's suffering right now? Check and see, if the suffer-er is found, email a detailed mug shot of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-5992882281275474548?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5992882281275474548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-would-choose-to-suffer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5992882281275474548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5992882281275474548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-would-choose-to-suffer.html' title='Who would choose to suffer?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-7489699613398095193</id><published>2009-10-17T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T08:15:41.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is the authority?</title><content type='html'>As a seeker, I liked looking for people who had authority, in whatever form they showed up in. As a drug user, I liked people who knew how to live that lifestyle. As a religious person, I liked priests and holy men and women, who were serving God better than I was. In nonduality, I looked for the enlightened ones, that seemed so far beyond my petty existence. All the time, I constructed a mental wall between what I imagined as myself, and what I imagined as the other. The grand words of liberation were too much to bear, since I was quite sure I knew I was 'me', a defective and limited  person who had a long way to go. When the idea of authority was looked into, it seemed like conditioned thinking was in charge of things, in determining every facet of what I called real. Investigating the authoritative claims of the mind started a revolution, and the false king was exposed for the fraud he is. Turning the consciousness upon itself, reveals that all comes from a singular source, rather than a fragmented world of conflict and confusion. Authority? Who is it, and who needs it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-7489699613398095193?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7489699613398095193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-is-authority.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7489699613398095193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7489699613398095193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-is-authority.html' title='Who is the authority?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-8056339302918904592</id><published>2009-10-13T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:19:50.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why bother, or why not?</title><content type='html'>As a seeker, my life was filled with why bothers: "Why bother going to work, if there's no one to go to work? Why bother meditating, if there's no self to do it?" Everything was seen as a means to an end, and a sort of obligation or struggle. Even the pleasurable behaviours were embued with an addictive or striving quality, a necessity to try and feel better amidst suffering. The things enjoyed as a child were cast aside in order for "meaningful and important" things to be accomplished. Even when life was going well, by the mind's standards, there was a sort of low-grade desperation or yearning, a grim attempt to make things even better, or keep them stable.&lt;br /&gt;Life was all about reasons, justifications, and struggling to make it. So much processing went into everything, to determine the possible outcomes for "me." Sponteneity took a back seat to a cold analytical self-seeking. Life was only really enjoyed when I was forgotten entirely, so my activities were about losing myself (on my own terms!) After being exposed to the message and seeing the investigation through to the end, life is a big why not. Like a giant play of possibilities, anything can happen. No-one needs to stand in the way of life with their petty concerns, things can happen as they will, because it's all a joyful meaningless dance of existence. Why not go to work, even though there's no one working. Why not meditate, even if there's no meditator? For a self, there's something to get out of writing this sentence. For no-one, there's just the joy of writing and reading this sentence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-8056339302918904592?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8056339302918904592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-bother-or-why-not.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/8056339302918904592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/8056339302918904592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-bother-or-why-not.html' title='Why bother, or why not?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-582226722354642595</id><published>2009-10-12T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T17:20:12.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiential and Real</title><content type='html'>The whole world seems to function in concepts. Ideas about religion, therapy, different self help and so on are based in different ideas of the mind. Nonduality seems to be a whole bunch of concepts as well, to be believed or not believed, argued or accepted. The actual SEEING of nonduality is experiential and real, it's what's reading these words. Before this word is read, the experience is present. It is what is there before there is someoneo who can believe or disbelieve anything. It's like the space in which these words were typed. Before I sat to type this, there was just an empty space. That space is like what we are. Blank, open, and empty, yet able to contain anything that comes upon it. It's important to point out that this nature is present and REAL in experience, rather than in concepts. You are that in which concepts and experiences happen. You are that in which personhood and the end of personhood happen. You are the end of the search, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:thielmannator@hotmail.com"&gt;thielmannator@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto, Ontario, Canada,&lt;br /&gt;feel free to contact me if there's interest in discussion/meetings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-582226722354642595?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/582226722354642595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/experiential-and-real.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/582226722354642595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/582226722354642595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/experiential-and-real.html' title='Experiential and Real'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-7788493185993667068</id><published>2009-10-08T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:19:10.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The right way to speak about something that ain't real</title><content type='html'>During the search, I put a lot of importance on how people spoke about this "subject." I criticized certain ways of pointing, maybe using the classic advaita police mentality of "too many personal pronouns," or the opposite route of "too impersonal, not enough personality." It seemed like the mind could change gears and make anything that was presented wrong. Avoiding the potency of the aliveness became more and more difficult, and the mind appeared desperate in finding new and creative ways of discrediting the simple message being delivered. Since I believed myself to be a sort of language-based entity, I used words and concepts to defend myself, and blamed those pointing to the Changless for not letting me "get it" on my terms. The thing to recognize was that there's no correct way to speak about something that isn't real. What IS real doesn't need words, and what isn't real isn't even there without words. Right and wrong became vague concepts, and the beautiful aliveness was recognized to be a lot more juicy than my word wizardry. No ammount of language-ing satisfied my appetite. It's a lot easier to recognize reality than to quibble over concepts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-7788493185993667068?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7788493185993667068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/right-way-to-speak-about-something-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7788493185993667068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/7788493185993667068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/right-way-to-speak-about-something-that.html' title='The right way to speak about something that ain&apos;t real'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-6351751451571775566</id><published>2009-10-07T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:21:50.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is enough, but not for "me"</title><content type='html'>Basically, the "me" notion can be summarized by the idea that "This isn't it." Either there's not enough of one thing, or too much of another. What is, is somehow an obstacle for my happiness or well-being. Not even the most stubborn or self-deluded individual could deny the isness of what is. The focus is always on the imaginary "better for me" scenario, and what is currently happening is not seen in it's fullness and wonder. The trouble in trying to talk about this, is that it's just too simple. A summary of this could simply be that this is enough, but not for the "me" that wanted more. So this is fullness, but not for the seeker who felt they were lacking. There's no one here who managed to cram themselves full of what they wanted, and push away all the things they didn't. There's no-one here in any case, just fullness talking to itself. When there's suffering, the invitation is always to look back and see who it is that suffers. When it's seen that there isn't anyone there, then what is happening is more than enough. This is fulfillment, but there's no one that feels full. This is enough, because the one who was lacking wasn't real to begin with. This is it, if it's seen or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-6351751451571775566?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6351751451571775566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-enough-but-not-for-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6351751451571775566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6351751451571775566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-enough-but-not-for-me.html' title='This is enough, but not for &quot;me&quot;'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-8176453735195566033</id><published>2009-10-03T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:35:12.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness, or not needing to seek it?</title><content type='html'>Along the way so to speak, there was a wanting for a constant state of happiness, or undifferentiated bliss. I wanted to feel good all the time, no questions asked! I tried to keep myself in states of emotional well being and resisted moving into what I deemed unpleasant states. It felt like I was an entity, moving towards something that I called "feeling better." I never felt good enough, or "right." I always wanted to tweak the way I felt, even when it was judged as good. When happiness arose, there was the fear that it would slip away, and an attempt to amplify it to get the most out of it while it lasted. Somtimes I felt guilty for being too happy or joyous, and then yearned to feel the joy that I thought I didn't deserve. If I said that liberation is a state of undifferentiated happiness or bliss, I would be lying. However, if I said that it is the end of trying to be happier, that would be more accurate. This feeling is fine, even if the mind would say otherwise. There's no need to try to feel better, since emotions are just part of the show anyway. What we are is far beyond the flux of happiness or unhappiness. Not needing to seek happiness isn't necessarily happiness, but it's a lot less work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-8176453735195566033?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8176453735195566033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/happiness-or-not-needing-to-seek-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/8176453735195566033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/8176453735195566033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/happiness-or-not-needing-to-seek-it.html' title='Happiness, or not needing to seek it?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-379160964564574608</id><published>2009-10-01T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:21:12.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recognizing the Real, or feeling better for me?</title><content type='html'>Along the way, so to speak, it felt like being at a crossroads a lot of the 'time': Look deeper into myself, or act out in a selfish way to feel better temporarily. The latter was apparently chosen a lot, which was sort of like using a credit card: benefit now, suffer later. In addition, acting out selfishly to feel better created a sort of momentum, where it got easier to indulge suffering and act to abate it for a while, rather than get quiet and real with who I thought I was kidding. This sounds like a method, but it seems like Grace presented the opportunity at every moment, to either gaze within and see what's what, rather than follow the mind into the road of dead ends. In looking into this moment, the apparent power of the mind is seen for what it is: one thought, arising now. It felt like there was someone listening to the mind, an entity that was apparently enslaved to the stream of thinking and feeling. In looking for this entity, all that is found is thoughts and emotions happening in a vast emptiness. No mind to tell anything what to do, and no one to take orders. No self to need to feel better, just timeless, complete Being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-379160964564574608?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/379160964564574608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/recognizing-real-or-feeling-better-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/379160964564574608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/379160964564574608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/10/recognizing-real-or-feeling-better-for.html' title='Recognizing the Real, or feeling better for me?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-6061362148146524360</id><published>2009-09-30T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:11:04.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A response about Love</title><content type='html'>I recieved an email from someone who asked about love. This was probably the hardest thing to come to terms with, and indeed impossible for "me." The search damn well does not feel like love, or even "like." It feels like crap, most of the time. To hear people speak about unconditional love that embraces everything, including the search, is maddening. Unfortunately for me, these people were absolutely on the money. The love is always there, on the sidelines maybe, but still there. It wrote this sentence, and read it as well. It sought for itself, and found that it never left. It gave up on the inquiry, and got drunk instead. Love yells at the teacher who patiently points to Home. Love forgives the seeker, for it IS the seeker. There is nothing that it is not. This is yet another potentially frustrating message. All I can say is, "where is this one who doubts unconditional love?" Where is this seeker, who feels as though this is not the beloved? I was asked to look for this person, who feels so isolated, seperate, and unworthy of the Lover.  It could not be found, and it was the lover who was looking, pretending, seeking, finding, and all the rest of it. There could only ever be That anyway, so perhaps some relaxation is in order.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-6061362148146524360?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6061362148146524360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/response-about-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6061362148146524360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6061362148146524360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/response-about-love.html' title='A response about Love'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-3174422072162767278</id><published>2009-09-29T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:16:23.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advaita Paparazzi</title><content type='html'>During the search, I looked at those who expressed the message clearly as celebrities to be imitated. I saw my friend Charlie sharing on youtube and thought: "I wanna be just like him!" I went to a residential with Tony Parsons in Germany, and followed him around to try to absorb his enlightenment energy. It felt like being part of the advaita paparazzi, talking with others about how great this teacher was, telling tales of wonder about being with these people and trying to get a piece of their apparent "success."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the spiritual search got started, all the previous conditioning went into it. So even when the message that "there is no one" came through, I turned that to mean, "I know there is no one, therefore I am enlightened." Those non-selves seemed so much happier than me, and overall just better, so I pretended to be like "them." I tried imitating the mannerisms of my favourite teachers, thinking about how they would react in certain situations. "How can I act enlightened in this scenario?" I sucked up to those that shared this message, trying to gain approval and encouragement on my path. "Please, Mr. Advaita Man, give me something I can call my own."&lt;br /&gt;Those that were honest would have none of this crap. There were no celebrities to be made special by my paparazzi act, just honest expressions dedicated to dispelling my illusions. I thank them for their unwillingess to budge, and for not buying into my fanciful advaita stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-3174422072162767278?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3174422072162767278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/advaita-paparazzi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3174422072162767278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3174422072162767278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/advaita-paparazzi.html' title='Advaita Paparazzi'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-1357334530619473054</id><published>2009-09-28T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:07:21.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't give up, just surrender</title><content type='html'>During the search, there were times when I just gave up. By this, I mean that I said "screw this, there's nothing I can do, I might as well..." (get drunk, mope around, kill myself) The spiritual concept of surrender, on the other hand, is a collapse of the one who could either give up, or keep going. Of course, the notion of surrender implies one who could surrender of their own volition. (And why wouldn't I have surrendered yesterday!) But rather than a volitionary thing, surrender merely points to what is, as it already is. Surrender is the seeing that what is, can't be meddled with. Giving up is being at war with what is, and trying to justify a miserable existance. The paradox of surrender is that it's the end of the one who thinks they could either choose, or not. Of course, if there's the belief in a "me", it will not want surrender, since that is the end of it. Giving up, on the other hand, is a great way to keep "me" going. Instead of listening to competent pointing, I indulged my suffering and my inability to do anything, "since there's no self to do it." Instead of looking within, I settled for moments of pleasure. Rather than earnestly inquire as was suggested, I hoped things would resolve themselves "someday." Suffering was the only honest teacher I had, when I rejected the pointers of the ones that I knew deep down were trustworthy. My suffering was directly proportional to the ammount of my own bullshit I believed. No bullshit=no suffering. Surrender is the natural state of what is, rather than a task to be undertaken. Giving up is a popular tactic of the "me-sense", and can keep the search going indefinitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-1357334530619473054?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1357334530619473054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-give-up-just-surrender.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1357334530619473054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1357334530619473054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-give-up-just-surrender.html' title='Don&apos;t give up, just surrender'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-2930912837045533373</id><published>2009-09-28T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:24:19.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No way out, no way in</title><content type='html'>When I started looking into this whole enlightenment business, I felt like a poor man looking for a way into the rich man's house. I saw these people speaking about liberation, and I wanted to join the club. In addition to that, I wanted OUT of my present circumstances. When I phoned my friend Charlie Hayes, he told me something like "you can't get into it, and you can't get out of it." This started to remove the idea of a special state for "me" to dwell in, with all the other enlightened people that I was sure existed. (lol, in retrospect!) It also  facilitated the seeing that the state that was presently arising, (thoughts, emotions, or whatever,) was not something to get out of or be rid of. Again and again it was hammered into the brain that the trouble lies in the "me" concept, rather than not being in the correct state of consciousness or having the right circumstances present. In the search, I felt like Houdini, a sort of escape artist with all sorts of tricks up my sleeve. Everytime a pointer tried to hit home, the "me" seemingly built up a safe house for itself, and tried to lock itself in. When good times came, it tried to stay in them and keep the good times rolling. When bad times hit, it tried to run for the hills, and push everything away. It tried to get into "enlightenment" and away from "suffering" both of which were concepts that it seemingly defined for itself. Of course, to speak of this "me" as though it is an entity with self volition is erroneous. The process I described suggest a sort of enemy, the bad "me" who's running from the Truth. Actually, the 'me' is the truth in fancy clothes, parading for itself for its own enjoyment. Since there's no in, and no out, this right here is it. Houdini tried to hide, but he had locked himself up into what he was running from!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-2930912837045533373?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2930912837045533373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-way-out-no-way-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/2930912837045533373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/2930912837045533373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-way-out-no-way-in.html' title='No way out, no way in'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-5844957221591665694</id><published>2009-09-25T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:30:37.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaninglessness- Depression or Freedom?</title><content type='html'>One day I woke up, and realized that my life was totally meaningless, and would never ammount to anything. Not surprisingly, this gave rise to a lot of depression and despair. My antidote to this was to create some meaning in my life to feel better in the short term. Unfortunately, the best meaning I found was to try to do more drugs in order to glaze over the sense of lack and limitation at the centre of my being. As was pointed out later by my first teacher Charlie Hayes, the trouble was that I had made it mean something that my life was meaningless. Furthermore, there was still a belief in "my life" as some sort of seperate thing that needed to be micro-managed and somehow dealt with properly. When distractions and sidetracking myself no longer worked, I began looking more deeply into my experience. Instead of trying to make myself feel better, I just kept staring into myself, and there was a deconstruction of the concepts that seemed so real before. Meaninglessness is actually absolute freedom. There's no longer the sense that things are going anywhere, my life is a sort of resting as what is. There's no reason I woke up today, and there's no reason for anything that gets done in the appearance of the world. What is, is enough, and it means nothing. Paradise is the end of an impossible search, which was never really happening. My life never meant anything, but life itself needs no meaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-5844957221591665694?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5844957221591665694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/meaninglessness-depression-or-freedom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5844957221591665694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/5844957221591665694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/meaninglessness-depression-or-freedom.html' title='Meaninglessness- Depression or Freedom?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-637480433719905854</id><published>2009-09-23T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:48:23.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love? That can't be it!</title><content type='html'>Growing up as a young man (apparently) I developed an aversion to the word "love," and what I thought it meant. I wanted to be tough, fearless, and self-sufficient, and in no need of something as tender and mysterious as love. When my seeking really got going, the last thing I would have thought to look for would be love, but I couldn't ignore the ache deep down, that no self-endeavour could fulfill. This turned me onto religion, and I sought the love of God, who I felt was withholding the full extent of his love for when I became worthier. The unconditional love that is pointed to here and in nonduality writings elsewhere is far simpler and far more frightening to the individual than any conception of it I had before. When this was first encountered, there was a seeing that this would be the end of "me", and everything I thought was important. There was no God to please, and no one to please him. No other to fulfill my needs, and no person here who needs fulfillment. All is this love, even the things I judged unworthy in my ignorance and arrogance. This love doesn't demand anything, nor does it bow to my every whim. It is not the clingy, watered-down version I was accustomed to, it is pure and open, like the blazing sun, yet tender as a warm breeze. It's the most cliched word in our culture, and yet we all yearn for it. I didn't find love, because I am love. There's nothing more to say about it, the lover is more obvious than the backs of my hands as they type this. I didn't think love could be it, now I don't know what love can't be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-637480433719905854?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/637480433719905854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-that-cant-be-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/637480433719905854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/637480433719905854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-that-cant-be-it.html' title='Love? That can&apos;t be it!'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-6031124906253302364</id><published>2009-09-22T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:05:39.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get my life working (please?)</title><content type='html'>Come on world, why aren't I happy? Do your job and make me feel better, already. Please, just let my life work. I'll tell you what, I'll give you this, this and this, if you make everything OK for me. No? Alright, now I'm mad, so I'm going to take those things away, until you make me whole again. Now I'm too tired and frustrated to deal with you, world, so I'm done with you. I don't need you to make things work, I can find the answer myself. I'll just shut myself away, and ignore that nagging feeling in the back of my mind. Damnit world, I said to leave me alone! Why are you still coming at me? I can't deal with you today, come back tomorrow. Who knew that the annoying, persistant world of circumstances was actually the lover in disguise? Who kept missing the pokes and jabs of the beloved, and mistaking them for some personal vendetta? Who am I, that needs to make my life work, if Life is already in perfect working order. (Despite what thoughts about "me" might say!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much goes into trying to make my life better, or get it working properly. With all that effort and struggle, we miss the perfect harmony that's already reading this word. I haven't missed my opportunity, I am the opportunity itself. The world doesn't have the answer, I am the world and need no answer to be who I am. There is no world coming at me, and no "me" to come at. All is seamless wonder, and I am That. No need to get life working, dont' fix what ain't broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-6031124906253302364?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6031124906253302364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-get-my-life-working.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6031124906253302364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6031124906253302364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-get-my-life-working.html' title='Let&apos;s get my life working (please?)'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-6980371493653065701</id><published>2009-09-21T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:28:29.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was that really important thing again?</title><content type='html'>For years, I had the sense that there was a really important thing I was forgetting. When walking out of a room, I would think I had left some important item behind, like my wallet. There was sometimes a nagging sense I had forgotten to do something important. The content of it shifted, but always I was left with a feeling that there was something vitally important that I was overlooking. When I became interested in religion and spirituality, the important thing was labelled as "God". This was broken down into things called "how to become closer to God." It became important to remember to pray, meditate, chant, and fellowship with other "believers," (of whatever doctrine was called "my truth" at the time!) It wasn't until later that it was pointed out that the important thing I was forgetting wasn't my lost wallet, or even God. It had nothing to do with words at all. It seemed like That which was forgotten was so near to me, that I kept it far away with concepts and distracting activities. That really important thing is simple Beingness, and it doesn't seem important to remember it anymore. Nothing seems important to remember, now that the forgotten has been recalled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-6980371493653065701?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6980371493653065701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-was-that-really-important-thing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6980371493653065701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6980371493653065701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-was-that-really-important-thing.html' title='What was that really important thing again?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-6066409097741780522</id><published>2009-09-18T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:15:14.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Centre</title><content type='html'>I must be at the centre of this, without me, what's left? I must be in here, making it all happen. I'm the guy at the control centre, pulling the levers and turning the dials. I make things happen, it's my life, damnit! Things happen to me, so I have to be on my game to make sure those things work out. If I'm not here, all hell breaks loose, life wouldn't work too well without me. But what is the "me" anyway? Do I even know for sure what I am? How do I know that I'm at the centre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's not working too well, even if I am at the centre, in control. Maybe I don't want to be the centre anymore. Can you be the centre of life for a while? Here, let's have life happen to someone else for a change. You be alive for me, maybe just for one day. Not working? Good thing there is no centre anyway. No one here, no one there. Life is just a big space, where complaining about life can happen. When the complainer is seen to be just a complaint, life doesn't need to complain about itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-6066409097741780522?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6066409097741780522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/centre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6066409097741780522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6066409097741780522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/centre.html' title='The Centre'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-8945769100836383838</id><published>2009-09-17T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T15:55:45.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's THIS, not that</title><content type='html'>It's the reading of these words, not the next ones.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't the end of this sentence, it's THIS word.&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;br /&gt;                         It's the space before these words, and the space between and after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this! The mind always creates a better that, but the funny thing is, this is also that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-8945769100836383838?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8945769100836383838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-this-not-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/8945769100836383838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/8945769100836383838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-this-not-that.html' title='It&apos;s THIS, not that'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-9201490717268550193</id><published>2009-09-17T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:38:53.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When will it happen?!</title><content type='html'>When listening to certain teachers, there may be an emphasis on special moments of enlightenment, complete with fireworks and deep insights. As a seeker, it seems like there is someone there who has had something special happen to them. If there is the notion suggested by the teacher that enlightenment has anything to do with the person, or any personal experience, the only advice would be to grab your wallet and walk briskly out of the room. As a seeker, I focused on certain experiences that seemed to indicate that "enlightenment was coming soon." The trouble was always the notion of time being brought into the equation. Even when practicing teachings like "Being in the Now," there was always the notion that by being in the now, I was accumulating "Presence points" towards my future enlightenment. I would try to be in the now, in order to make something happen. Time is an insidious belief, but just a belief nonetheless. When will it happen? It's happening now. When will it happen for me? It will never happen for me, because me isn't happening at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-9201490717268550193?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9201490717268550193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-will-it-happen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/9201490717268550193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/9201490717268550193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-will-it-happen.html' title='When will it happen?!'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-6771856286657007829</id><published>2009-09-15T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:23:21.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It MUST be special</title><content type='html'>When I heard people talk about the ordinariness of awakening, I didn't want to hear it. They said it was nothing special, and completely natural, and so on. I wanted my special awakened state, the glorious enlightenment for ME. I thought it would make me happy to be in  a distant and far removed sort of space, and see all the poor suffering seekers, and take pity on them. I always tried to make ordinary Being into a special object. A glimpse of Being would be translated as a special milestone on my path to enlightenment. I figured the moments of clarity would add up to some big fireworks explosion, and people would turn their heads and say "I think that guy just got enlightened." Being ordinary is far easier than being a special enlightened person. I'm not sure how to be an enlightened person, but I'm sure it's quite hard work. I tried it for a while, and I could fool quite a few people. I could be enlightened for you, but I couldn't be an enlightened ME. Trying to be special, for myself, when I'm just alone. There's no one around, and yet I need to make myself into someone. Why be special? Being is enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-6771856286657007829?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6771856286657007829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-must-be-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6771856286657007829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/6771856286657007829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-must-be-special.html' title='It MUST be special'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-2378890050533401348</id><published>2009-09-15T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:08:20.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with not knowing?</title><content type='html'>In seeking, there was always something to be known. I needed to know if I was on the right track, if I had the right idea about these concepts, and what I would be like when the search was "all over." If there was the notion that I couldn't know something, I would feel very threatened. The things I knew, became belief systems. I believed in religious teachings, I believed "I'm not the doer," and I believed that I'm not here. Every time I "knew" something, life would come along to show me that I really don't know. Everything I took on board, was thrown out, since it wasn't mine to hang onto in the first place. Right now, I don't know what's happening. I never did, in fact, but my knowing created my suffering. I put my knowing against your knowing, and I knew that I had to know better! When I knew who I was, with the mind, I was always in danger of losing my precious self. I don't know who I am anymore, in the sense that I used to. There's no identity to cling to, and no identity to get rid of. I see children playing, and they don't need words to know who they are. I used to pity them, because they didn't know. Then I used to envy them, because I was tired of all my knowing. The mind "knows that it knows something," but it can never know happiness or peace. What's wrong with not knowing? The mind doesn't like it, but it never knew, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-2378890050533401348?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2378890050533401348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-wrong-with-not-knowing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/2378890050533401348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/2378890050533401348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-wrong-with-not-knowing.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with not knowing?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-3863544836662432824</id><published>2009-09-15T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:35:11.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief for me, or relief FROM me?</title><content type='html'>In seeking, the main goal or aim is to feel relief from suffering. If I take myself to be this small, defective character then there is usually suffering, interspaced with small bits of Ok-ness or relief from suffering. The relief comes from getting something I wanted, or being free of something I didn't want. The strange thing is, that in looking deeper at these moments of being OK, the self isn't there. For a moment, the movement of self subsided, and there was a feeling of wholeness or being OK. Once the self-momentum begins again, there is an obsession with a particular experience to recreate the feeling of relief. The irony is, is that the self that wanted relief isn't actually there, and relief can only come in seeing through the false self, or in having it subside for a moment. The cycle is maintained when the self is taken to be real. A little investigation into the nature of this self reveals its ephemeral nature. The relief that is felt, doesn't belong to anyone, as there wasn't really anyone there to begin with. When the trouble maker is seen to be a ghost, the haunting is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-3863544836662432824?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3863544836662432824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/relief-for-me-or-relief-from-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3863544836662432824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/3863544836662432824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/relief-for-me-or-relief-from-me.html' title='Relief for me, or relief FROM me?'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-2256109813263386561</id><published>2009-09-15T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:07:22.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>Living as this assumed "me-identity" I find myself becoming addicted to things, in some form or another. These are interchangable and subject to constant fluctuation or revision, but always it is the same: More pleasure, for me, right now! Or the flipside, less pain, for me, right now! There is a desperation behind this, and a grim willingness to do whatever it takes to make myself feel better, at the expense of any other aspect of experience. (the wellbeing of others, future consequence, etc.) Of course, this experience can vary in degree or intensity, but the basic mechanism remains the same. In looking at addiction more closely, it is seen that "I am" the addiction. My own false sense of self, is an addiction unto itself. Once this primary addiction is seen through and "abstained from", all other addictions whither and die, as the addict has been found to be absent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-2256109813263386561?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2256109813263386561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/2256109813263386561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/2256109813263386561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-1455765676981081627</id><published>2009-09-15T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T08:52:28.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear and lack</title><content type='html'>As a "me", the general condition could be summarized as a state of fear, as I am always vulnerable and at the mercy of my larger, and seperate environment. Essentially, I could die at any moment, and so I am afraid for my very survival. As my identity becomes more complex, the fear of physical survival may also become a fear that is mental or emotional in nature- I need to protect my viewpoints, ideas, and beliefs about myself and how I see things. More subtly, there is a "feeling-sense" of myself in the body, that is taken to be a vulnerable centre, the thing to which things happen. This creates a very convincing illusion that there is an entity "in here" that has distinct and seperate properties from its environment, and is continually threatened by some "other." When I am not experiencing myself as afraid of something, I often focus on what I am missing. It feels as though there is a deep, dark, unfillable hole in the centre of myself, which I need to do something about. I attempt to take things from the outside, and put them into this hole, so that I may feel better for a moment. This sense persists, regardless of what I attempt to do about it. Upon investigating this whole mechanism or way of being, it begins to fall apart. Things are seen as they really are: thoughts moving, patterns of energy or emotions moving, and no central entity to whom they belong. Fear and lack do not apply, if there is no one home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-1455765676981081627?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1455765676981081627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/fear-and-lack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1455765676981081627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1455765676981081627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/fear-and-lack.html' title='Fear and lack'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-1696177026268213114</id><published>2009-09-12T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T17:53:29.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's real for ME</title><content type='html'>During the search, everything was so real. The suffering, the problems, the need for enlightenment. It was all real, because I took myself as real. If the tree is taken to be solid and real, the branches and leaves seem that way as well. When the tree itself began to die, everything else started going with it. The root of the tree was uprooted, and the whole thing began to whither away, because it wasn't there in the first place. None of it is real, in any case. It seems real for the "me" but if that concept isn't valid, what else could be? In looking for this "me" the whole conceptual structure collapses. If the one to have the problem isn't to be found, problems aren't really problematic. If the suffer-er isn't home, the suffering doesn't belong to anyone.  All is resolved, whether this is seen or not. In looking deeply for this seperate entity, freedom meets itself in intimacy. The personal platform falls apart, and love explodes into Being, for no one. This is already the case, and the person is already the lover, wearing a pretty convincing costume. Whatever is seen, is it. Whoever is seeing it, is it. If there seems to be something that isn't it, what else could there be? Who would dare to claim to be other than totality? The "me" game is over, no winners or losers. No one was even playing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-1696177026268213114?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1696177026268213114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-real-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1696177026268213114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/1696177026268213114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-real-for-me.html' title='It&apos;s real for ME'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581800050401255093.post-2173785945511098660</id><published>2009-09-11T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T17:07:55.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanted it for ME</title><content type='html'>In the search, I was presented with the possibility of liberation from the false self, or ego identity. The trouble arose from the fact that who I WAS for myself, was the false self, or ego identity. It became about me, finding freedom, for myself. The movement was always a self trying to get away from its unsatisfactory life, into a better state for itself. The abiding sense was also, "I want it" and there was a desire to claim or own things, such as spiritual experiences or insights. The sense was always that there was a need to move somewhere that was better. When the notion came up that this "me" itself was the problem, and that it needed to disappear, I would then begin to start claiming my own level of dissapearance. "I have become more absent than most." I believed myself to be closer to enlightenment, because I was less of a "me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very difficult to get past this idea that there is really no "me" to gain anything. The way I heard it initially was, "I will never get this, it will never happen to me, I won't find enlightenment." The message was continually pointed out that there simply was no "I" or "me" at all. It is a different paradigm entirely, to how I was viewing the whole thing. I was pointed back to the Being that was always there in the first place, before the Me-Sense even got going at all.  Obviously, these words are simply not it, but the Beingness to which they point is more real than anything that could appear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/581800050401255093-2173785945511098660?l=ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2173785945511098660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wanted-it-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/2173785945511098660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/581800050401255093/posts/default/2173785945511098660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntfinditandneitherwillyou.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wanted-it-for-me.html' title='I wanted it for ME'/><author><name>Mikey T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10952945266415391114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BRz_wmkmt04/SrgoKZamHVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wo_J50sn5Ao/S220/alexmind.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
