mojo pixy
...שלא נמצא בשמאל
Divine Spark doesn't really explain anything, though I think it pretends to. It's like saying We Work By Magic (anyone decides to call their band that, I want a cut of the merch)
Anyway I'm going to add here something I wrote once which is of dubious relevance but whatever.
''Here, is me. Me is you, it's the same for each one. Each one of us. But I, me – that is to say you – is where it begins.''
''Everything. It all begins at I – you – so feel that, feel your self .. that is not the wind, the salty sting, the water splashing and spraying, not the wood we sit on nor the ropes, the cloths nor the canvases. Not the creak of rope or wood nor sigh of breeze nor thump of canvas; not the stink of tar and must, wood, weeds, shellfish nor anything you hear calling from the sky.
''But Notice it all. Notice it all. Be among it. Allow it to vibrate and hum around you. Now, by noticing it, understand that it is not you. Not I. It is other.''
''Yes. My voice is not you, nor is it me .. it's a voice, a guide on a path we follow, guided by the voice that calls us on. Follow it for now, as will I. It'll lead us both away from ourselves, and back again, to an I that is me, that is, you. Will you follow the voice with me?''
''Now .. now feel your breath. Feel your heart beating. Feel your stomach gurgle, your mouth produce its spit, the muscles of your throat swallowing. These things are in your body.
''Feel yesterday's food filling your belly low down, settling and ready to be pushed out come morning; feel the water in your bladder, do you need to empty it?
You could. Or you could not. Because that digestion, like those breaths in those lungs and that blood in those veins – it's not you – it's in your body. That body which is a vessel, that carries some you inside it, somewhere. Put the body aside, it is not you, it is not me. It is not I. It is other.
''Are you cold?''
''Put it aside. Neither the cold nor your feeling of cold, is you, me. It is not I. Are you tired?
Then your feeling of tiredness is not you. If it were you, then you would know, immediately. No feelings are you .. nor me. I is not in feelings; feelings are in the body and they are for the body and its safety, benefit, survival. We feel cold, so we warm ourselves or we die. We feel hungry, so we feed ourselves or we die. We feel danger so we fight, or run away – or we die. We feel sad, so we find something to make us happier, or we become ill. We feel angry so we find a way to calm down, or we hurt ourselves – or somebody else. Something happens and we feel confused, so we try and find out more before we speak or act, and the event passes as a positive experience.
''But I am not my sadness, and you are not your anger, and we are not our confusion. These are feelings, produced by a body to benefit its existence and situation. All these things we can see, feel, smell, hear, any state of mind – we observe them as if they happen to us, so they cannot be us.
''There can be no I, no individuality in sadness, anger, confusion or any other feeling, because everybody feels them. Where is the I that observes? Where is it? ''I am, you are .. I is .. inside the sea, air, wind, spray, salt, inside the flesh, heart, guts, brain, fear, confusion, wonder, joy – all those things, those many, many things. None of those things are I.
''Therefore, we put them all aside. There; there – aside.
''Now, here – here, now!
''Here – not out there – not those things, not that world, not that body, not those feelings. We have put them aside. Now, here.
''Here - I. Feel I, inside all the other.''
''Now – say nothing.
''Stop listening.
''Just be: I.''
tl;dr, How can we look for God when we don't even know our own selves?
Anyway I'm going to add here something I wrote once which is of dubious relevance but whatever.
''Here, is me. Me is you, it's the same for each one. Each one of us. But I, me – that is to say you – is where it begins.''
What?
''Everything. It all begins at I – you – so feel that, feel your self .. that is not the wind, the salty sting, the water splashing and spraying, not the wood we sit on nor the ropes, the cloths nor the canvases. Not the creak of rope or wood nor sigh of breeze nor thump of canvas; not the stink of tar and must, wood, weeds, shellfish nor anything you hear calling from the sky.
''But Notice it all. Notice it all. Be among it. Allow it to vibrate and hum around you. Now, by noticing it, understand that it is not you. Not I. It is other.''
And your voice? Is other, to me.
''Yes. My voice is not you, nor is it me .. it's a voice, a guide on a path we follow, guided by the voice that calls us on. Follow it for now, as will I. It'll lead us both away from ourselves, and back again, to an I that is me, that is, you. Will you follow the voice with me?''
Yes. I will follow.
''Now .. now feel your breath. Feel your heart beating. Feel your stomach gurgle, your mouth produce its spit, the muscles of your throat swallowing. These things are in your body.
''Feel yesterday's food filling your belly low down, settling and ready to be pushed out come morning; feel the water in your bladder, do you need to empty it?
Yes.
You could. Or you could not. Because that digestion, like those breaths in those lungs and that blood in those veins – it's not you – it's in your body. That body which is a vessel, that carries some you inside it, somewhere. Put the body aside, it is not you, it is not me. It is not I. It is other.
''Are you cold?''
Yes.
''Put it aside. Neither the cold nor your feeling of cold, is you, me. It is not I. Are you tired?
I .. I don't know.
Then your feeling of tiredness is not you. If it were you, then you would know, immediately. No feelings are you .. nor me. I is not in feelings; feelings are in the body and they are for the body and its safety, benefit, survival. We feel cold, so we warm ourselves or we die. We feel hungry, so we feed ourselves or we die. We feel danger so we fight, or run away – or we die. We feel sad, so we find something to make us happier, or we become ill. We feel angry so we find a way to calm down, or we hurt ourselves – or somebody else. Something happens and we feel confused, so we try and find out more before we speak or act, and the event passes as a positive experience.
''But I am not my sadness, and you are not your anger, and we are not our confusion. These are feelings, produced by a body to benefit its existence and situation. All these things we can see, feel, smell, hear, any state of mind – we observe them as if they happen to us, so they cannot be us.
''There can be no I, no individuality in sadness, anger, confusion or any other feeling, because everybody feels them. Where is the I that observes? Where is it? ''I am, you are .. I is .. inside the sea, air, wind, spray, salt, inside the flesh, heart, guts, brain, fear, confusion, wonder, joy – all those things, those many, many things. None of those things are I.
''Therefore, we put them all aside. There; there – aside.
''Now, here – here, now!
''Here – not out there – not those things, not that world, not that body, not those feelings. We have put them aside. Now, here.
''Here - I. Feel I, inside all the other.''
''Now – say nothing.
''Stop listening.
''Just be: I.''
tl;dr, How can we look for God when we don't even know our own selves?
