I forget. (laughs)

I did a search and it seems I have touched on it a few times but not as the focus of a post.

I may write a post on this. It might be interesting for others.

Have you ever covered this particular topic? If you have, feel free to post a link here for all of us.

I cannot quite remember that feeling, but i certainly understand what you mean.

There are memories, just flashes really, of what went on before. I remember as one watching the movie of someone else, and with no emotional or otherwise personal attachment. I don’t mean to say it should be this way for everyone, but it seems to be this way within.

It all seems like a great work of fiction implanted into my brain. It is funny…sometimes I have to ring up another person to verify if a certain event actually happened.

But I suppose, even that verification is not trustworthy.

quite a painful inquiry….

I am glad to know your laboratory survived the experiment.

You have said this all beautifully. And what you wrote in #4 may be a too common occurrence. What YOU (the self) wants, is the smoking gun. All of the answers are there in that activity.

If most people did this “questioning of themselves,” we would have an entirely different world.

And you are absolutely right. It IS dangerous to the identity that needs separation in order to survive. For without separation, it would not exist.

Using this dear little self as the laboratory, here I share my reflections as i inquire on this….

1. I see that in “giving” love there is a separation among the giver, what’s being given, and the receiver. But this separation is the very negation of love.

2. Love is this unity. I cannot give this unity. For me to say that I can give this unity of which I’m but a part of is nothing but the romantic arrogance of the mouth which only speaks about love but can never speak the language of love.

3. There is love between us which comes from within you and i. Perhaps when one is “in love” one is “in the realization” – and not in the conceptualization – that there is no separation, no “other”. Yet one understands that there is distance but not separation.

4. I can fall in love with someone, something, whatever form it is. But what i mean by “falling in love with” here is not akin with “giving love”. As I fall in love the walls of separation collapse even for just a moment. But as these walls collapse something in “me” resists, at this point jealousy, possessiveness, and all the smoke associated with the flame of love waft and resurrect the walls of separation.

5. yet I understand: what is this one that falls in love? can the “I” and the you in the “I love you” still survive in love?

This very annihilation makes love very dangerous, very dangerous to the “one” who would rather give and receive than be in love.

Not a belief and not a choice. Memory is the result of natural functioning. It does not need the heaviness of belief.

Remembering is a natural function, and something we need, to survive. It is not necessarily built up into a story; that is the job of the self.

It is what we do to the memories that causes trouble. When I said it, ” ‘proves’ one exists,” I meant the games of the identity. There is no proof that anyone exists within the mind. But there is of course, a lot of hearsay. (There may be apparently different physical entities walking around outside, but that is not what I am talking about.)

Experience is the person holding a signpost that says, “I was there.” It is the self, attaching itself to one particular set of memories and not others. Without this need to hold on, without the need to build these stories, there is only memory.

Beyond the games of the self, there is the functioning of the organism.

Have you ever questioned why experiences are important to you? Why is it, certain memories you hold onto, while others are just thrown aside? You may hold onto the memory of the greatest sexual encounter you’ve ever had, or the time you had the hell beat out of you. But why?

What is the purpose (if that is the right word) of holding on to these things? They seem to mean something to someone. But why do they have to mean anything?

It would seem to me then that memories are just beliefs , if we can agree that beliefs are how we define ourselves.

And if what to remember is a choice who is doing the choosing? It doesn’t seem to me that I do it consciously. Hmmmmm…….. a little too deep for my first cup of coffee. More thought is required before I can formulate a belief. (laughs)