The New Paradigm

  Part I – The Model of the Circulation of Energy 

Ages after the revelation regarding the Original Way of Being appeared and was forgot, I find synchronicities again in my desperate ramblings for the perfect, the true practice. The classic breathing meditation surfaces once more, in different formats again, in a way that allures me. I discover the works of J. J. Semple: a Kundalini awakening in one hundred days! I am naturally interested, especially as he maintains this claim over the details, extending the time period to not more than a year to achieve the actual beginning of awakening.

The model of how the process works involves circulating energy in the microcosmic orbit—a framework that crops up again and again in the Indian Yoga systems of Anapanasati, the Taoist sex practices, and now again in the ancient text of the Secret of the Golden Flower, which forms the basis of the method that Semple discovered through his own success (he simply deciphered the text).

In a greater perspective, I realized that if this was indeed another sign, then there is a specific message being flashed: this is the way, this is the way. The same method cropping up again and again in all these different ways somewhat pointed towards the idea underlining the spectacle. Moreover, the 100 days claim touched an important psychological lever on me, perhaps by the length of time, perhaps it made the method seem all the more reliable and effective. In any case I recognized that this subtle prod coming together with the same method that had been pushed towards me since the past year or so had to have some deeper meaning.

I did not what to waste my efforts; even more, I did not need the experience and the neural memory of simply dropping out of another commitment due to the lack of a single clue about what I was doing. The reason I decided to start the breathing meditation was the clue I finally got regarding the message overhead these visible signs.

I started the practice seeking to integrate both the paradigms that came, either one or the other, with the variations of the practice that I had come across. I would focus on the entire passage of my breathing, going right down into the belly, while seeking to observe only the present reality in hopes of forcing out the alternate state of consciousness which I now know is also designated as Rigpa: silence, presence, peace, beauty, joy. Within a week or so I stopped trying the more far-fetched instructions that I found only with Semple. These included breathing in rhythms and focusing the eyes at the tip of the nose. It was easy to let these go, not only because they seemed very unnatural but also because they did not resonate well; I was intent on doing nothing beyond the necessary, having wasted precious years on the unnecessary.

The conviction and faith I had in the signs allowed me to observe something sacred every night. The beauty of setting aside any hint of the languid spirit, of observing something simple as a sacred ritual, of observing in motion the most ineffable thing called true commitment. Very soon I began to feel the oddest sensation while meditation. That feeling can only be described as the idea that one is doing what one is supposed to be doing; what one is doing that which holds the most decisive gravity at this point in Time. Yes, it was this very complex idea transcribed immaculately into emotion. For an unemotional blob like me, experiencing such a pure and unmistakable feeling was a beautiful, wondrous thing; it was miracle to feel such intimacy, to feel the most direct murmur from the soul. So I had begun my first step, my real communion.

Part II – Karma Yoga and the Primary Spiritual Practice

The other side of this new connection got ample place to reveal itself after my set routine was shattered when I finished my A-levels. As of now I’m treading the same ground; I do not know how this will play out in the end.

Part one is something that I hadn’t put down in writing until now, but I had no trouble writing it. But my journal is full of confused ramblings about this, what I’m going through. That goes to show how unsettling these current proceedings are.  I do not know how to go about organizing this part. As often happens with me these days, I forgot the line of thought that was beginning to come together with aims of best presenting this. The way I have put this ongoing experience in my notebook seems hardly the best way to express it, but still I cannot in hopes of perfecting the expression of the main theme cut myself out. For this is what I hold most precious in my life.

There is a heavy weight lodged onto those words where I referred to myself as an emotionless blob. The instinct and the archetypal journey for growth is such an immense and explosive paradigm; from one dimension I can in fact see being emotionless as the focal point around which it all revolves for me. There was the knowing, despite myself being all but heartless (that realization came later), that there is more to emotions than what words have expressed. The original magnitude of meaning that was supposedly packed in words like Triumph and Ecstasy was something a lot of people never understand. So we had poets who in their own worlds and with their own intentions used these words a lot, words that have so much in them, and these people took it all out of them and began using them for commonplace things, feelings that hardly exist.

That understanding is something that is taking a hand in what I want to grow to be in life. I want to be somebody who wakes people out into these untapped intensities, not to mention myself being in a position where I can always experience them myself. And putting aside all the numerological crap that always exalts to the fullest possible extent any potential an individual may have, in my most sober fantasy I want to be a speaker.

In my notebook I write, about this topic, “regardless of the limiting and disadvantageous temperaments and aspects of the individual, the waves lead him on to those experiences that he needs in order to grow”. And the mention about limiting and disadvantageous temperaments of the individual found their way there only because that is the greatest factor in my own process. The greatest factor. And there lies the crux. That marks quite predictably the most vehement struggle I have ever gone through and, I believe, will ever go through. The aims that inexorably start to appear on the horizon, as the incomprehensible laws of incidence would have it, stands facing that great big wall of my social ineptitude. About that pit of mire, suffice to say that it always took the greater part of my life under its influence, in shaping events and coloring experiences; and as a perfect statement of fact that precedes the introduction of the bombastic dynamics of the growth archetypes in my life, that is the single reason which started me out on this journey.

That is the motion that is to be completed as events of growth. The dream is to penetrate this thick mush of unconsciousness and the regular deaths and that process comes to constitute what stuff growth is. The Primary Spiritual Practice comes into play in letting the forces that are to penetrate the mush come into existence. Aside from the outward events that arrange themselves for the coming change, there grows within the self a new consciousness that, transparent and unfelt, pushes us from beyond our thoughts and feelings towards the perfect step. It is not under anyone’s ability to state which occurs first and whether if one causes the other. The metaphysical proclamation from antiquity comes to mind: All is one.

The invisible presence that shapes our direction is undeniable. We experience all these wonderful things in meditation, and go about our days with a sense of purpose and righteousness, day gone day, day gone day, and the feeling grows to some new activity, to a new idea. The interaction is beginning in one’s outward life. It is a baby that is conceived and growing in the giant womb of eventuality. In poetic pondering the force above such days and such an individual seems electric. Yet it only becomes apparent in retrospect. When the next step reveals itself, there is something about the way that it manifested which oozes legitimacy and validity. When one says yes to it, and by Jove will one say yes, the beginning comes full circle and then the process starts.

There is some sort of shift in awareness; there is a tiny bit of soul that is possessed. One is a puppet with an awareness. Swung hither to thither, each move permitted by tenuously held openness, and as they begin to grind on the old fears saying “no,” becomes a good option. I realized that I was being pushed towards all those walls of anxiety and dark rubble that I’d hoped would be rendered non-existent by a spiritual breakthrough.  Every next craving that falls apart and each next would that is filled is not done magically, invisibly by the Practice alone. The Practice rouses something in our very psyche. Maybe, the exhilaration and that rare feeling of Triumph manifests when we ride this something with ease. This something acts beyond all things we are conscious of; it acts as consciousness itself, not thoughts, not even emotions, it is us, one and the same, and we are about to do something, we know, and that something is the next step to the aspect of us that thinks.

In this way we begin to cut through crowds as anything but what we understand ourselves to be. This is the ideal progression. I was, I am, aware of what I ought to do. But the invisible thing does not act on how I might happen to go about doing it; I think I can quite easily figure everything out if I think hard enough and stop giving in to blank anxiety. But even in these details the forces beyond the veil cut through. After this many months of meditation, it’s not uncommon for the absolute Presence to dawn while I’m walking down the street. The dawning of this state is a perfect thumbs up from the other side; it’s almost commonplace. On one occasion I found myself in a confused state, added onto the general confusion of this time, because I had been putting off a lot of small chores lately. Things like that tend to irk me off; too many undone jobs and I get completely burned out and have to reboot almost like a Terminator, blissfully oblivious to what I let go. The chores that have this capability tend to be those that are important to me: writing down a silly idea, researching on something, and the like. At the time I realized how much I have been procrastinating, and connected that with the feeling of gloom that had begun to settle down on me through the unproductive weekend. I wrote down the things I had to do so that I could soon get on to it. When I got out onto the street later, I found the state willingly dropping onto me.

In this way, the Primary Spiritual Practice gathers spiritual momentum that begins to change us and shape our lives. It is a process of interaction between the invisible thing inside of us and our regular selves. The feelings that form the alphabets of this language give hint to the all-knowing power of the invisible thing. There is the feeling of perfect synchronicity when working hand-in-hand with the force, and we can speculate that were it not for the downward pulls of our regular selves we can easily reach where we are supposed to be, which incidentally happens to be where we want to be (I have a nagging suspicion that the invisible self is also not separate from me but I myself!), all basking in awesomeness.

The Practice of The Secret of The Golden Flower

http://www.goldenflowermeditation.com/the_method/

I originally wrote this not for the blog but on my journal. I decide to post it only because it turned out to be quite a piece of work, me believing that I managed to capture in it the one feeling, the one passion, which is pervaded in the consciousness when the practice is going right. I believed that that character in this work would be of inspirational value to others in their own practice.

I wrote this after I started the practice with certainty for the first time, what with the time needed to be sure of the actual technique... the original SGF text itself notwithstanding, Semple's method explanation has some obscure points, perhaps because each point requires so much explanation, as the original manual itself shows! My last deep understanding of another method, detailed in earlier posts, which I truly believe I "received", did very little with passing time, as it requires an understanding that involves a similar form of abstract thing that has to be felt within as this method, in order to keep moving. That feeling, the Void, is long unfelt, but with this method there is a better anecdotal evidence, and I decided to post this, mere impressions, before I got my own.


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I remember J. J. Semple saying something about the interdependencies of the different steps. With the abstract aura with which the very method is pervaded, his saying comes to have a deeper meaning to my experience.

"The center in the midst of conditions"--the translators say it refers to the point between the two eyebrows. Semple himself opts for vagueness by referring to a "center" which one has to find for oneself: nothing more said, except a hint--that after time, one's very being expands from the center. I remember my own experiences during meditation when I pierced through the darkness behind closed eyes, sensing things beyond the limits of my flesh-and-bones, growing beyond them.

And the well-placed understanding of the hint does point at the former meaning of the phrase again--that The center in the midst of conditions is the point between the two eyebrows, the seat of the ajna chakra, or 3rd eye. But this sense of no-certainty augments the vagueness. One ultimately turns to the one entity the vagueness and void open up to: one's true self. It signals, it shows, and there is a queer certainty within the empirical--or rather anecdotal--uncertainty.

So one's own self reveals the center. As of yet (at the time I write these words) these very few days into the practice, I have started to believe this: the Center is a process.

Like all the abstract truths, all the thought-archetypes, this one has some more truth or idea within it. The center is a process--that is the deeper meaning of the saying regarding the interdependencies; aside from the original meaning that is explained in the above link, this is the other meaning.... my personal one.

The actual practice is, as said, pervaded by the vagueness of the instructions. One seeks to keep the gaze pointed at the tip of the nose; seeks to keep the eyelids low; seeks to focus on the sensation at the root of the nose produced as a result of the gazing; and lastly one seeks to breathe deep into the belly and focus on it. When these all integrate as one progresses, when the breath is deep, slow and easy, when one truely feels the breath and the focus moves with it, one grasps hold of something invisible in the stream of consciousness, in the beam of focus which tells, with that queer certainty, that the work is working. A sense of optimism, that something turns out to be, or a sense of being "in the zone"; a feeling, which Semple says, dawns when one puts one's heart to the center.

Ergo, the center is not a place; it is a process. For only when that progress works properly does the sense of rightness and progress come.

Life Searches and Paradigm

At the heart of all matter, is atom. Within that are sub-atomic particles. Going deeper, there finally is nothing but Void left. Quantum physicists, in researching the nature of matter, found this. In this Void, they found Life. They found all the spiritual laws manifested instantly in this depth, and they found physical laws being broken by Nature itself.

What was supposed to be was not. Instead, it was found, the observer and what he expected to observe, influenced, actively, what the stuff there appeared to be. The quantum physicists' highly precise equipment failed to produce a constance in their measurements of this depth. They found Nature hiding a part of Her, openly showing her liveliness instead.


In my own specialized searches, I have had not a lot of other mental distractions. In the same field, sure I got side-tracked, but hanging on to the path I eventually reached a ideological vertex. A revelation that connected the dots. In my searches I've these Vertexes.

When I examine these dots connecting, some of them are not exactly vertexes. There is no single point where all the ideas converge. But still, they are all connected, and if it's to stay in my mind all the time, these connections, I'd go mad with knowing them. 

I realized that these connections do not have a vertex. But they all make a single paradigm that makes sense of everything I know. It gives me a way to go, and a map of sorts to refer to. This paradigm, this model, is a higher intellectual level. No more am I dealing with individual ideas, blind to the road ahead in my visualization. I am working with an entire paradigm, and my spiritual practices can get flexible as I know what back they are standing on.

My paradigm connected all my searches. The numerological and other future prediction systems studies reached a Vertex and they all pointed to the Archetype, The Leader, The Writer, and The Teacher. My Spiritual search and ramblings led to the revelation of my Holy Grail--and the deeper understanding of the Holy Grail, the point of all points, connected to all my other searches.

The understanding that the Void lives in the Present makes me able to find magic in playing, on my guitar, the same thing on and on, again and again, even when I'm boxed in and can't get out of the rut of playing those same phrases repeatedly. The knowing of The Void is what makes me believe that if I play the same song tirelessly again and again, magic will happen as I improvise on it, even one note, one beat, to make it more filled with passion.

That amidst the same old everything, the everexisting Nothing can give seed to another new thing. And becoming that much more connected to the source-nothingness, it will be imbued--itself, and imbue others with--the deeper magic that there is.

The Leap of Faith(flow-of-consciousness)

If one were to question my belief about immortality of the soul, what would I say? If I were to honestly face with the possibility of an end of consciousness, then?

I'd have to take it, of course, but until I am animate I'd want my animation to be pleasant.

But if I were to ask that skeptic, or honest philosopher, how can you be so sure you are conscious, anyway? "I think, therefore I am"? What if thought is naught but inanimate matter, ringing off of space? What if you are not aware of sound, but just are the sound? What if awareness is not awareness, but matter?

That is untrue, the other might say... I am not sound, I am a perceiver of sound. Because I can perceive, I am.

But approaching the scrutiny of awareness and thought is a muddled-up deal. It is like measuring something with itself. You scrutinize thought, but have a hard time taking notes because the notes are first and foremost in the form of thought.

The Success Algorithm: On the thoughtless state of mind required to achieve short-term goals

When one seeks to better any aspect of his/her life by paying heed to the state of mind s/he approaches it with, there is to be found an important system in our cognition that is responsible for our behavior to a large extent. This system is the interaction between thought and focus.

It is necessary to understand that when seeking to achieve something there is a perfect balancing point between these two that present the best chances of success. It is like an algorithm of interaction.

In knowing this point and understanding it one must first know the characteristics of both thought and focus, characteristics that influence their workings strongly. Thought is capable of sequential logic. It is capable of dwelling in the past and the future. This latter characteristic makes thought both friend and foe.

Focus on the other hand is a part of divine intelligence. I am referring to true focus. True focus is actually proper awareness. It is not contrived, like 99% of us are used to understanding it as. It is effortless and natural; it is always in the present moment, perceiving and observing. But this true focus is clouded by thought. If and when awareness is thoughtless and in the present moment, it begins to demonstrate its true power.

In the beginning of any project, one must use thought to make a plan on how to accomplish its goal, for only thought can live in the future. The problem for most people lies in implementing it. The ideal way to carry out a plan is to not overthink it.  At step 1 of the algorithm is the use of thought to plan the project. At step 2 is the use of true focus/awareness to carry out the plan. That is all.

But most people ruin step two of the algorithm. They think too much instead of relying on the divine guidance inherent in true focus/awareness. By thinking too much, they open the gate to frustration and the will to give up. They reduce their efficiency by merely focusing on the wrong things instead of the task at hand. They block the channel for divine light.

On doing any work, one must always focus on the present moment. This, besides increasing chances of success, helps us achieve the higher human purpose of enlightenment by acquainting us with the original focus/awareness. At first, the recurring character of thought plays its toll. But as one feeds on more and more divine light, one begins to connect with one’s inherent will power, and the ability to control thoughts rigidly is gained. One achieves the noble emotional characters by dwelling on the divinity within: awareness.

It is in fact true that success requires mental and emotional mastery. But all those different programs and books that take these aspects on separately are merely dogs barking up the wrong tree (or the half-tree?). Once one begins to achieve the higher characters, it becomes clear that all those programs and books were referring to different aspects of the same state of mind. All those rules to follow finally dumb down to this two-step algorithm.

The Original Way of Being

I used to believe my spiritual awakening took place in my thirteenth year, when I found that video on the internet about making Psi balls. It excited me with the discovery of a preternatural world around the real me, invisible to the eyes. The seed was watered, it sprouted, the journey begun.

But that was not the case. The metaphor is wrong. The mission was…to solve a puzzle. The first piece had already come into my life before that incident.

Vipassana. The meditation that Gautam Buddha left behind. I’d learned the breathing meditation, but had soon developed an aversion to it, due to what things it promised in words: serenity, emptiness, peace of mind by silence of thoughts. I…channeled poetry. A heart full of turmoil and mind full of words prodded the Greater Force to puke some. I did not wish for those to go away. I imagined an empty mind, full of boredom. Halo effect.

Instead I sought the meditations that Paramhansa Yogananda had spread around. Hong Sau, the third eye meditation. The real deal. I always loved the word Hedonism; now like a green plant making its own food I manufactured my own drug to induce ecstasy.

On paper it seems so simple. And so does it seem when I seek to remember all I did. And so does it seem when I seek to remember all I did. All else is irrelevant now. But it was not then. Four years full of unfocused, excited bustle. To reach the present plateau.       

      

Let me break the chronological flow of relevant history and tell you first the climax.

Get on the internet and check: www.ananda.org. Try and find the meditation it teaches. That is my holy grail. But only logically, on paper. The Revelation came from many different places and took a form of a thought-archetype in me.

The word thought-archetype is, like Jung’s classic archetype, an ideal. However, unlike Jung’s archetype, which is essentially an unconscious personality made of totally congruent traits, a thought-archetype is a spring of similar ideas. It is an abstract form of ideology. A person with a specific thought-archetype can identify if an idea comes from it, but most probably cannot say how. 

1. As I remember it, the first thing that helped build this spring is the book “You are the World” by Jiddu Krishnamurti. So, I found that book and inside was a series of talks he delivered at various universities. They did not even have topics at the beginning of each transcription. But I read the three talks at Brandeis University, some of the talks at the University of California, Berkeley.

Here is what got to me: Observing. Krishnamurti was clearly self-realized in his lifetime of talks; he knew Superconsciousness. He spoke of an urgent need of “the vast space in the brain in which there is unimaginable energy”. So he was imparting some ideas about that state.

One seeks to look at oneself with accumulated knowledge about oneself, and from there learn something new about oneself. That is impossible. The Conscious Mind, its colored eyes, its symbols of encryption and decryption, for every thing. That limits us. In order to learn, we have to be free of this and observe everything as is. Observation without the prejudice of thought.

When one is aware of inattention, then there is attention. That is what he says. In his third talk at Brandeis, he spoke of meditation. The word has been stereotyped as Zen monks sitting, shut-eye, absolutely straight and unmoving. India and Asia have monopolized it. Then he says that meditation is not a retreat into a room, an escape from reality. It is not a fragment of life. Abruptly he moves to “must be” and “cannot be”, perhaps he was reaching realms of information he could not divulge to the uninitiated. One must be sensitive and intelligent, capable of logical, sequential perception that is in no way neurotic of distorted, and must be disciplined. He goes on to say that Discipline is not an act of drilling but learning, that the very root of the word means “to learn”. In these words he is explaining what can be explained in words regarding the Way.

I began testing this state of awareness. I put aside the old pattern of a few months of inspired meditation routine and then naught. From all else he said, and my own small experiences with the importance of thoughtless activity in order to achieve goals, I just did the thing. Observation. I did not try to think about it end-to-end, all the possibilities, trying to fit other practices in that period of inspiration. I was not doing sit-down, full-on, meditation, those days. I did not plan to. I just assumed an observant awareness.

2. And then I was watching David Gilmour play his song “Marooned” on the internet. I was also reading the comments, and then there was one that asked readers to go to truthcontest.com if they wanted to find the “Truth”. It was a unique concept. A competition to find out the Ultimate Truth, with no winner. There were three entries. I read the one the comment suggested: The Present.

We are awareness. Anything that we do happens in the present moment. We cannot change the past, and total absorption in the future is fruitless. “Time is a series of present moments moving through space.”

Consciousness is a many-layered thing. In the same stream of consciousness, there is a part that thinks thoughts, words. The conscious mind. However, we are too much absorbed and identified with the thoughts to be truly aware. We need to know and realize that there is a part of us that hears these thoughts. The Soul.

This was the most important information that helped to give me understanding of what I seek to explain. I tried to be aware of my real self with this true direction and could discern, finally, a place within me that was entirely devoid of all impression, all thought. The pure, untainted awareness that eternally, inflexibly, observes and observes. To the extent that we fail to acknowledge its presence. The very consistency of its quality makes it possible to believe that it is eternal. True consciousness is as consistent in its quality as an inanimate object. True life is as still as death.

3. After experiencing my real self, everything else began to connect. I of course found the ananda.org website, learned my holy grail. Here are some dots that connected:

a. It was amazing when I remembered that it had been coming to me automatically since quite some time. I’d quit the breathing meditation on principle, but when I sat down to do the 3^rd eye meditation, my focus would inexplicably seek to include the awareness of my breath…my head was spinning with everything I understood. 

b. Even the ananda.org meditation came to me after this series of videos I watched… “How to achieve superconsciousness”, that taught what it claimed was the “true” meditation, which was actually just the breathing meditation. This series of videos presented the breathing meditation in an entirely spiritual light, explaining the silencing of thoughts as an increased flow of life force into the brain, and the major stages induced by that simple meditation were said to be first a lack of dependence on breath, whereupon the focus automatically shifts to the 3^rd-eye region­, and after this, astral projection. These videos removed my aversion to the breathing meditation in a way the ananda.org instruction words could not—it was, I realized, only to ready me for the ananda.org meditation, make me accept it fully.

c. I understood with firsthand experience parts of the theory of Sigmund Freud, regarding the Conscious, Preconscious and Unconscious Minds. I realized the Unconscious, into which there is no looking, is in fact the Original Self, or the Soul. 

d. I’d been told that the breathing meditation had been in fact used by many people before Gautam Buddha to achieve Nirvana. But Gautam Buddha devised a way to teach that meditation when the others could not. I’d wondered how they were unable to teach that simple thing. Now I have an idea. The “meditation”, or the Original Way of Being, comes to one’s understanding in a very garbled manner. Those masters before Gautam Buddha could have done the breathing meditation, but not realized that the Way works just as well if only applied on the breathing phenomenon. Gautam Buddha localized, with understanding, the Way to breathing and in the greater meditation of Vipassana, to the bodily sensation. The two rules of the breathing meditation, shuddha ra swabhabhic, translating to “pure and natural”, are congruent with the original awareness: Pure means pure observation of breathing without any associated thought—this overrides the thoughts which ruin pure observation, and Natural means to take no control of the breathing patter but simply to observe its natural pace, which again rounds up to the Way.

e. I understood with deeper insight passages from Paulo Coelho’s book The Witch of Portobello that might have seemed just a jugglery of words without true meaning to one who understands less. In fact many more such “jugglery of words” that we have been hearing connected. Here is a major passage from the book:

“Try to feel good about yourself even when you feel like the least worthy of creatures. Reject all those negative thoughts and let the Mother take possession of your body and soul; surrender yourself to dance or to silence or to ordinary, everyday activities—like taking your son to school, preparing supper, making sure the house is tidy. Everything is worship if your mind is focused on the present moment.”

What else is this than the Original Way of Being?

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Such is how the Original Way of Being came into my life and understanding. The incidents might strictly speaking, not be in actual chronological order. But I won’t make sure.It would be better perhaps if I kept it in the form that best allows the information to organize sensibly in the mind.

What It Means to "Open Up"

Grace. Amidst the increasing number of ever new revelations about the self and other things, that construct the golden perspective more and more as a holistic self-knowledge, and thus a pathway to the Void, is the knowing of the power of Grace.

The Void, the unfathomable, incomprehensible thing that has no formula to be found, unless it wants to be found. In my eureka day of the Original Way of Being revelation, I found what I found, but soon I began to try to forcefully fit the experience of the Void in that criteria. That is what I realized. That is why the Void began to get elusive.

I say, the thing that is sought is Infinity! What foolish method would entail searching for a specific manifestation of it, when it can come in all imagined and unimagined ways? Infinity! One has to keep all doors open and accept everything—only will the Infinity enter. Resistance to evils is resistance to infinity. Expectation of a narrow form of Infinity is stopping from the rest of the infinite creative variety of Infinity from Being; observer effects in quantum physics.

I say, let us keep no expectations. Expectations mean to be choosy about what doors we open; and that too, only those that the feeble human mind can name and comprehend. Expectations hearken either to a past memory or a non-existent imagined experience. Let us be in the Present, as I’ve already said. Let us let go, as I already said.

And then, with all doors open, we call out to our guest the Void. Again, we have to let go of everything. I may say that the Void is in the silence of the inner voice; if one can hear it as one hears outer silence, then one finds the Void. I may say that the Void is in the darkness of the inner sight; when the inner eye, Imagination, does not construct an image, if one can see the darkness as one sees the outer darkness, then one finds the Void.

But then one can begin to quantify the Void: as sound, as sight. It is a grave danger. Again, we have to let everything go. Inwardly call, Oh, Divine, Grace Me! And let a Void dawn in the awareness, but it is neither sight, nor sound, not sensation, not emotion. It is the Incomprehensible. I say, it is incomprehension itself. Only by opening to everything can we find the Void.

The Observer Effects in quantum physics refers to an observation made by quantum physicists regarding the nature of quantum matter: that a matter is influenced by the observer, invariably, in the way that the observer seeks to observe the matter. When an observer seeks to pay attention to one particular character of a matter, it does not put the other characters out of focus; it renders them nonexistent.

When one seeks the Infinity, one should truly seek the infinity. Infinity cannot be comprehended by the mind: one cannot find it by expecting one thing, or two things in contemplation. One should not rationalize or place in one’s logical mindframe what is inside, for when that is escaped, the Infinity is free to come in its real form. Observer Effects… what the observer wants to see is what exists. Close your eyes and focus on where you think the Void tentatively feels. It would most probably be not on the skin but on the inside. Just feel that whatever is there is the Void: since there is no sensation on the inside, that no-sensation becomes filled with a force that is simply characterized by an incomprehension.

Focus on the Present; feel that the Void is already there. Again, I say, that trying to narrow it down does not work. That is where the Grace works. Nothing might ever work. One just lets go, and realizes according to the framework what one learned, how it worked; but for someone else, it might not work. Grace is the only way.