Comments on: Slow Death of the Seeker http://www.silentmusings.com/2009/02/slow-death-of-the-seeker/ Inquiries into the Truth about life, love, spiritual cultivation, and whatever else Tue, 07 Sep 2010 14:15:26 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.1 By: Mike http://www.silentmusings.com/2009/02/slow-death-of-the-seeker/#comment-73 Mike Fri, 13 Feb 2009 04:03:27 +0000 http://www.silentmusings.com/?p=524#comment-73 Extremely well put, I must say! Good to "see" you again, Anmol. Extremely well put, I must say! Good to “see” you again, Anmol.

]]> By: Anmol Mehta http://www.silentmusings.com/2009/02/slow-death-of-the-seeker/#comment-72 Anmol Mehta Fri, 13 Feb 2009 01:25:36 +0000 http://www.silentmusings.com/?p=524#comment-72 Hi Mike, Always good to come by and check out the road signs... only of course to be told that it's best to be lost :-D. Cheers, Anmol Hi Mike,

Always good to come by and check out the road signs… only of course to be told that it’s best to be lost :-D.

Cheers,
Anmol

]]> By: Mike http://www.silentmusings.com/2009/02/slow-death-of-the-seeker/#comment-71 Mike Thu, 12 Feb 2009 05:26:52 +0000 http://www.silentmusings.com/?p=524#comment-71 Peace to you, too, and thanks again very much for your contribution. Love, Mike P.S. St. Elmo's Fire ... gosh, that brings back some really OLD memories! Peace to you, too, and thanks again very much for your contribution.

Love,
Mike

P.S. St. Elmo’s Fire … gosh, that brings back some really OLD memories!

]]> By: 2Da1 http://www.silentmusings.com/2009/02/slow-death-of-the-seeker/#comment-69 2Da1 Wed, 11 Feb 2009 14:35:01 +0000 http://www.silentmusings.com/?p=524#comment-69 Very well put. "This isn't it" is a delusion which can be found on one level or another in most every individual. The global paranoia about what is, the convincement indeed that this is not it : where on Earth does it come from? While it should be so perfectly clear that of course, THIS IS IT. Tathata, right? What else could there be? Why, surrounded by bliss every given hour, is it so hard to let go into this divine reality ? Step back into awareness and see, be, that what is ? And then in comes the thinking and judging about THAT. And the delusion again, that one day, I'll get THERE. As long as it is not thoroughly felt and acknowledged, that "I" equals Awareness, there seems no escape from the striving towards anything else than what is, here and now. All else is delusion. Reminds me of this quote in "St. Elmo's Fire" (1985) where Rob Low (Billy) says : Billy: "Jules, y'know, honey... this isn't real. You know what it is? It's St. Elmo's Fire. Electric flashes of light that appear in dark skies out of nowhere. Sailors would guide entire journeys by it, but the joke was on them... there was no fire. There wasn't even a St. Elmo. They made it up. They made it up because they thought they needed it to keep them going when times got tough, just like you're making up all of this. We're all going through this. It's our time at the edge." Peace. Much enjoyed reading. Again. 2Da1 Very well put. “This isn’t it” is a delusion which can be found on one level or another in most every individual.

The global paranoia about what is, the convincement indeed that this is not it : where on Earth does it come from?

While it should be so perfectly clear that of course, THIS IS IT. Tathata, right? What else could there be?

Why, surrounded by bliss every given hour, is it so hard to let go into this divine reality ? Step back into awareness and see, be, that what is ?

And then in comes the thinking and judging about THAT. And the delusion again, that one day, I’ll get THERE.

As long as it is not thoroughly felt and acknowledged, that “I” equals Awareness, there seems no escape from the striving towards anything else than what is, here and now. All else is delusion.

Reminds me of this quote in “St. Elmo’s Fire” (1985) where Rob Low (Billy) says :

Billy: “Jules, y’know, honey… this isn’t real. You know what it is? It’s St. Elmo’s Fire. Electric flashes of light that appear in dark skies out of nowhere. Sailors would guide entire journeys by it, but the joke was on them… there was no fire. There wasn’t even a St. Elmo. They made it up. They made it up because they thought they needed it to keep them going when times got tough, just like you’re making up all of this. We’re all going through this. It’s our time at the edge.”

Peace. Much enjoyed reading. Again.

2Da1

]]> By: Mike http://www.silentmusings.com/2009/02/slow-death-of-the-seeker/#comment-68 Mike Wed, 11 Feb 2009 04:30:32 +0000 http://www.silentmusings.com/?p=524#comment-68 I would say so, yes. Or looking at it from the other direction, the expansion you refer to is precisely the expansion of the "middle ground" between separation and Oneness, samsara and nirvana. I would say so, yes. Or looking at it from the other direction, the expansion you refer to is precisely the expansion of the “middle ground” between separation and Oneness, samsara and nirvana.

]]> By: lifeplay http://www.silentmusings.com/2009/02/slow-death-of-the-seeker/#comment-67 lifeplay Tue, 10 Feb 2009 16:39:36 +0000 http://www.silentmusings.com/?p=524#comment-67 oh, i'm so glad i found your blog. beautifully written. "Each surrender seems so final, and yet the barely detectable remnants of the seeker remain, maintaining some identification of the me in all of this, the continuity holding it all together." I love this line. The separate "me" has to remain of course, within the context of time-space, but I'm trying not to get frustrated with the "me", and rather enjoy this dance between the separate "me" and the All. Maybe, in this push-pull between separation and Oneness, Life expands? oh, i’m so glad i found your blog. beautifully written.

“Each surrender seems so final, and yet the barely detectable remnants of the seeker remain, maintaining some identification of the me in all of this, the continuity holding it all together.”

I love this line. The separate “me” has to remain of course, within the context of time-space, but I’m trying not to get frustrated with the “me”, and rather enjoy this dance between the separate “me” and the All. Maybe, in this push-pull between separation and Oneness, Life expands?

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