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Originally posted by olaru12
So a man tells of his experience alone in the woods and many ATS members feel the need to denigrate, marginalize and basically insult him for even trying to seek a broader understanding of the world.
ATS use to be a place of discussion; now the trolls have taken over and no one cares!edit on 27-12-2012 by olaru12 because: (no reason given)
Originally posted by FreedomCommander
We, on the other end, are trapped. With the fear and such we are trapped.
Originally posted by 12voltz
reply to post by dominicus
Maybe you missed my question earlier on page 2, maybe you just didnt want to answer , Thats ok .
just wondering what date you went on your camping trip and what power supply you used for your computer out in the desert?
thanks
Nice experience but keep in mind that Jesus allegedly went to the wilderness to be tempted by the Devil and not to contact his father
A friend picks me up and we go to a pizza joint to eat. Everything seems artificial, commercialized, and corporate/government ran. Still I see the Flow/Being within society, but it's covered up, manipulated by ego/mind to fit it's own molds and concepts of how things should be. In retrospect, everything now looks slow, lacking, dirty, superficial. The truth is there, but most don't see the sublime. Rushing and wrapped in roles, the present moment is entirely missed, instead people have replaced this with; "what might one day be if only I can ____(fill in the blank)!"
Originally posted by Egyptia
reply to post by dominicus
Reading your experience made my soul cry out. I clearly 'see' what you are referring to and know that all those things that we occupy our lives with moment by moment are the very snares that trap our souls inside the lies that cover up the truth. These snares comprise the sickness we have become and accept as normal.
Your reference to releasing the things of the ego in temptation with the truth once every diversion is removed is a stark realization. I have often yearned to live a life outside of all this crap because I know and see the lies all about me and what is worse, I see how I myself have been trapped inside this delusion which feeds everything that is the lie inside me.
Your account truly makes me want to walk away from it all, but then I ask myself what use would I be to the world if I lived only for me? Or maybe then I would actually be of more use?
Thank you so much for the gift you just gave me.
Originally posted by ausername
Originally posted by FreedomCommander
We, on the other end, are trapped. With the fear and such we are trapped.
The fear that traps you, is the fear of separation, isolation and solitude. Most people would literally lose their minds if they were away from it ALL for days, some it would take even less.
Your connections to the human world are your prison. Most of you are far too connected to ever escape.
"Around day nine, I felt like I was being teased right on the edge of ego death; it was very different than ayahuasca. The visuals in my meditations began to lessen, and my mind basically stopped for long stretches of time. I was awash with black nothing and the occasional passage of thoughts as I lay waiting for the next stages of internal changes.
Somewhere between day 9 and day 11 is when I had my most profound opening into self-realization. I don’t remember how long it lasted, but this is a fair description of what I remember. At one point in my meditation, my head opened and flooded with light. I watched and felt this quiet bliss and gladness take over and noticed that my body became pure vibration. I couldn’t feel or relate to myself as physical anymore or as Lindsey in any way, and yet I was still myself, but it felt much more real than what we call waking life.
I was absorbed into this light, and this light became the entirety of space around me until I was only this giant, radiant light-filled void. I was real and home again and bigger than a trillion of our suns. In some way of seeing beyond having physical eyes, I looked down and saw the dots that were the earth and sun and solar system and thought of Lindsey. None of it was real. I was the only thing real. The material thing I once identified as and thought of as myself and my world was realized to be a full and total illusion, not even worth defining.
Words like spiritual and Lindsey and Earth flashed before my awareness of perfect peace and were realized as inconsequential, as though they never existed and were only beautiful idea-pictures already come and gone and dissolved back into my actual self of pure light. I zoomed down to Earth and saw Lindsey. It didn’t make sense. I was a gigantic bigger-than-all-concept-of-universe radiant unending shimmering ball of light emanating perfect compassion forever without cause. Even now, as I write this, I am aware that it’s total illusion and ultimately inconsequential. I am holding this paradox while sitting in physical space and time, not quite sure how to relate it to you at all, really.
The nature of reality is not what it seems. Even my experiences of perceiving the maya, of perceiving emptiness and suchness throughout my whole “life as Lindsey” as a spiritual seeker, could not come close to this total absorption into self-remembering perfection of total….er uh…beyond words and description annihilation into truth-light.
During this absorption into light I also realized that I was able to sit on the rug of my room as a perfected vibrational entity, not as “Lindsey” but as my true self, a vibration of perfect Buddha nature. My best metaphor for this is that we are like living vibrating nonphysical Tanka paintings. Already perfected and beyond even concepts of enlightenment or self-realization, perfectly realized, we’ve just forgotten, and rightly so because these mind-body-desire mechanisms are not us even though they are. This life is a shadow in a great memory probably already forgotten by unending intelligent light."
Full account at link: andrewdurham.com...
Here's a follow up Q&A with Lindsey for those interested
"Look into yourself and you will become conscious of nothing but a vicious circle, for the very reason that the act of introspection is viciously circular: you cannot see what you are looking for because what you are looking for is the thing that looks. Every self-conscious attempt to know oneself, to improve oneself, to save oneself, to unite oneself with God, must come to this exasperating and impossible conclusion. Somehow, therefore, man must be persuaded to let go of himself."
Originally posted by dominicus
Originally posted by NewAgeMan
I wish you'd kept a journal the whole time, recording the experience as it unfolded, that would have been interesting.
YEah, I only kept a journal of like the biggest insights from those 21 days, which I posted in the original thread. They are much more detailed in my journal, but it would take up 3-4 pages on here so I paraphrased.
I'm hoping to set up a 40 day retreat and this time to be very detailed on the insights and changes of going within and what else happens.
I forgot to mention I was also really inspired to give it a go by this mini-series/documentary called "The Big Silence" where they take a handful of average Joe's in England, and have them do a lengthy silent retreat. The silent retreats are actually inspired by Jesus' 40 days in the Desert and when I watched this Docu, ...well I don't want to spoil it, but let's just say, certain things/insight also remained with these folks as well.
I mention the article and the docu, because I re-read my journal and back tracked a couple years and found that these 2 were a big inspiration to give it a go
And if you can't watch the vid, here's an article that kind of sumerizes the Docu:
Could You Stay Silent for 8 Days?
SHOW ME YOUR EGO-MIND
For months, Hui-k’o patiently stood deep in the nocturnal snow outside Bodhidharma’s cave, yearning for instruction. He finally hacked off his own left forearm and presented it as a demonstration of his sincere aspiration for complete enlightenment. Bodhidharma still refused to instruct Hui-k’o.
After many more months of waiting outside the old master's cave, Hui-k’o begged to have his agitated self/mind pacified. The sage retorted, “Show me your self and I will pacify it.” Hui-k’o said “I’ve sought it many years but can’t get hold of it.” Bodhidharma then declared: “There! It is pacified once and for all!” Upon hearing this, suddenly Hui-k’o completely awakened to his transcendent True Nature before/beyond the ego-self
Cook Ting was cutting up an ox for Lord Wen-hui. As every touch of his hand, every heave of his shoulder, every move of his feet, every thrust of his knee — zip! zoop! He slithered the knife along with a zing, and all was in perfect rhythm, as though he were performing the dance of the Mulberry Grove or keeping time to the Ching-shou music.
“Ah, this is marvelous!” said Lord Wen-hui. “Imagine skill reaching such heights!”
Cook Ting laid down his knife and replied, “What I care about is the Way, which goes beyond skill. When I first began cutting up oxen, all I could see was the ox itself. After three years I no longer saw the whole ox. And now — now I go at it by spirit and don’t look with my eyes. Perception and understanding have come to a stop and spirit moves where it wants. I go along with the natural makeup, strike in the big hollows, guide the knife through the big openings, and following things as they are. So I never touch the smallest ligament or tendon, much less a main joint.
“A good cook changes his knife once a year — because he cuts. A mediocre cook changes his knife once a month — because he hacks. I’ve had this knife of mine for nineteen years and I’ve cut up thousands of oxen with it, and yet the blade is as good as though it had just come from the grindstone. There are spaces between the joints, and the blade of the knife has really no thickness. If you insert what has no thickness into such spaces, then there’s plenty of room — more than enough for the blade to play about it. That’s why after nineteen years the blade of my knife is still as good as when it first came from the grindstone.
“However, whenever I come to a complicated place, I size up the difficulties, tell myself to watch out and be careful, keep my eyes on what I’m doing, work very slowly, and move the knife with the greatest subtlety, until — flop! the whole thing comes apart like a clod of earth crumbling to the ground. I stand there holding the knife and look all around me, completely satisfied and reluctant to move on, and then I wipe off the knife and put it away.”
“Excellent!” said Lord Wen-hui. “I have heard the words of Cook Ting and learned how to care for life!”