Today, or to be honest for the past few months I have been talking to alot of friends (and other poor bystanders who get caught in the maelstrom of my conversational gravitas) about the stories that our egos like to spin. These long-winded currents that we get swept up into and float along the river of old refrains. Not the truth. Certainly not very useful. Unless you happen to like the story but that is another story altogether. How fickle this judging mind.
Meditative practice is all about sitting in non-judging awareness. The preliminary ground of all phenomena that arise out of just this very witnessing awareness. We make friends with this ground that all states arise out of. We become familiar with our own basic nature that can hold all things, good and bad.
Where do stories fit in with all this malarky you may ask?
What would it be like to be able to watch your story but not buy into it? Meditation allows us the resting capacity of this. Many times I have seen the act of my mind latching onto a simple phrase, and like a spider spin it into crystal lined webs for me to ravel myself up into. If you sit in that space that allows even the story and your part in it suddenly you see that it is all made up. It is all illusion. Illusion in its truest sense - not this reality. Another alternate universe where you are wronged or you are a saviour or a glorious ego-king almighty and powerful.
Each moment is its own truth. When you can detach from the story and witness it you begin to see the truth of it. It has no independant existence. It is like an ethereal mist. You can get lost in it or you can sit and watch it til it passes and make your journey through the wood of life free from blindness. It is all in how you hold it. All in how you practice coming back to this very moment and seeing the truth of it. This is all you have.
And if any of you get it right for more than 5 % of the time...please give me a call and tell me your secret. Practice makes, not perfect, but just right, as it is.
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