Consciousness doesn’t have a mum and dad. It wasn’t born. It doesn’t die.
Me and mine
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Consciousness doesn’t have a mum and dad. It wasn’t born. It doesn’t die.
What we call ‘ego’ is a mind addicted to thinking. Does it need to be said that thinking about this addiction can only feed the addiction? A higher faculty than thought is required.
If all I know is what I think, I don’t know very much.
The estimable Nisargadatta Maharaj baldly asserted that ‘I am’ is the only true statement anyone can make. These two words, consciously returned to, work on the mind like a Zamboni on an ice rink, sweeping and smoothing, leaving it mirror-clear and undistorted. Feeling follows.
The human body is 99.999999999 percent empty space. Likewise, the cosmos is 99.999999999 percent empty space. Perhaps you have noticed what happens when we look up, when we notice space. The mind stops.