Balancing

The Digital Mind and the Analog Mountain

The Digital Mind and the Analog Mountain

ON MT. HOOD, OR

July 20, 2016 10:13 AM

Sharing one’s account of an event—describing it, explaining it—is never easy. Particularly with spiritual topics, balancing theory with lived experiences can be tricky.

I face this all the time with this blog. I’m also encountering it with the book. A step-by-step guide to enlightenment (and beyond) is going to have a lot of theory. Here’s a little balance that I wrote this morning for the Witness chapter…

No Boundaries. No Identity. No Concepts.

As I type this, on July 20, 2016 at 9 am camped on the slopes of Mt. Hood in Oregon, the entire mountain is inside of me. I look up at the mountain, and the entire mountain is subsumed into me. The whole mountain—the snow covered peak, the exposed granite cliffs, the entire forest below—ingested in an instant.

The cloudless blue sky is inside of me. The plane flying overhead, the entire plane, is inside of me.

Every pebble on the ground, every yellow flower, every white flower, every yellow jacket and bee… inside of me. Every pine to my left, to my right—the entire forest in my field of view—inside of me.

All of it is me.

Not the entire world, for “the world” is an abstraction—something I have to imagine—but everything I perceive… is me.

And yet, there is no Wayne Wirs. Wayne Wirs is a concept, a mental thing. Wayne Wirs is completely made up. Wayne Wirs is a story.

Everything that I see or hear or smell or taste or feel… is inside of me. Inside me, outside of me… and is me. All at the same time.

No identity. No Wayne Wirs. No boundaries. No separation between the perceived and me, the perceiver.

Everything perceived feels intimate. Everything feels sensual. The bee landing on a flower is an experienced (and very pleasant) sensation. The “feel” of the bee as it dabbles on the pollen of the flower is almost like a new type of sense. Like a new sense organ has awoken. A sense organ that was dormant in my pre-awakened days.

The sound of the yellow jacket hovering near my van… it feels like a lover whispering in my ear. The swaying of the tall grass? Like a caress.

No past is remembered. No future imagined. No thought owed or possessed. No concept or separation is experienced directly. I must consciously “contract” slightly in order to voice the experience—in order to type it and share it. But it is no bother. I just sit back and expand and witness and become One.

No filters. Nothing stands between. Nothing to separate the One into the many. I don’t feel a connection to everything. I am everything. Everything is inside of me, outside of me, and is me.

How wonderful the Witness! How beautiful everything is! How close everything feels. How intimate.

Everything is beautiful. Everything is perfect. Everything is sensual.

It is so intimate… that it almost hurts.

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4 thoughts on “Balancing

  1. “balancing theory with lived experiences can be tricky.”

    “And yet, there is no Wayne Wirs. Wayne Wirs is a concept, a mental thing. Wayne Wirs is completely made up. Wayne Wirs is a story.”

    “Nothing to separate the One into the many. I don’t feel a connection to everything. I am everything. Everything is inside of me, outside of me, and is me”

    Well said Wayne….

    Allow me to mention here two poems of Narsi Mehta…. the great 14th century poet….hope you will find it mirroring your thoughts.

    “In this entire universe, you alone exist, Shri Hari ( or Tao for that matter ),
    Yet, in infinite forms you seem to be!”

    ” When I wake up, the world recedes from my sight.
    Only in sleep, its bewildering miseries and enjoyment perplexes me!
    My being is a play of the Consciousness:
    The brahm playing with the brahm!”

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