If You Never Read Anything Else on This Blog, Please Read This.

I want to begin this by apologizing. My apologies are to the readers who have found some wisdom within my writings. But I was wrong. I was wrong to judge. I was wrong to believe that I was in control. I was wrong to judge myself. I was wrong to wonder. I was wrong to expect. I was wrong to worry, to doubt, to fear. I was wrong to think that we are our thoughts.

We all hear this saying, especially those who regularly visit a mental health therapist. However, the true significance of this phrase only recently hit me.

Let us revisit one of my common themes: thoughts create beliefs that will inherently determine actions. I earnestly believed in Descartes: “I think, therefore, I am.” Although his meditations guided me on this spiritual journey, they left me on the tip of true enlightenment. At that moment, I truly believed: well, what is thought if not a form of consciousness?

Due to personal events, the answer to this question became glaringly apparent recently: thought is not consciousness.

Thought is NOT consciousness.

Thinking has become an illness. Thinking has clouded our true nature. Thinking involves judging yourself and others. Thinking exists in the matrix of time: past and future. Thinking exists in a system of duality. Thinking labels a situation as either good vs. bad, happy vs. sad, up vs. down, and so forth. Thinking is a rollercoaster. Not just any rollercoaster, but one that slips off the tracks, somehow your seatbelt expels as the ride continues spinning chaotically in every direction imaginable, and you grip the iron rail trying to stay steady as your body flings about. You think: I hope I don’t fall off.

Our constant and consistent identification with the mind is an illness that causes us to separate from our true selves. However, our true self is not separated and goes beyond what the mind will ever be capable of understanding. Our true self lies outside the matrix of time: it exists in the present moment.

Do you ever find yourself in the midst of flossing or washing the dishes and slipping away into some past event? Were you sad, scared, frustrated, happy, or joyful? Regardless of the emotional state, the mind has a way of taking us away from our true nature because it does not exist in the present moment. It simply cannot exist. As a result, what should have been a symbiotic relationship has turned into dysfunction or a parasitic process. Our minds were supposed to let us solve problems we stumbled upon; it was not supposed to find or even create more problems for us.

Mindfulness, or the act of becoming present, is something we do to remove ourselves from the mind. But presence is all there is. Presence means to be fully in tune with the world around us. To be present is to be the observer. The observer watches but does not assess nor analyze. Instead, the observer becomes one with the present moment.

The most crucial aspect of our true nature is that it simply exists. Consciousness cannot be defined by form, shape, or time. It exists because it does. What happens when the true essence of what we are exists outside of time, structure, and any arbitrary classifications we attempt to label ourselves? What happens when we exist outside of time? These questions I will leave unanswered for my next post.