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Yoga. The beginningless end of separation.

Hopelessly, words fail. Though they do point, or seem to.


Yoga is a word that points directly to freedom. This freedom is completely empty and undividedly completely full. Few recognise this instantaneously, though it can only be instantaneously recognised. That is, the end of not-freedom is without a beginning; there is simply no distance to close.


This leaves us with no words, no concepts, no frameworks, no help; only unspeakable freedom. The ‘greater’ the illusory distance from ‘it’, the more frustrating this is likely to seem.


The beauty of yoga is its ability to relate to all aspects of experience, to meet you where you are, so to speak, whilst always pointing to that which we cannot speak of; always taking away. So, in that sense, it offers help. Tough love.


If distance is seen as accumulation of contracted energy in the body, then the obviousness of no-distance corresponds to a loss of this contraction. This can be conceived as bound energy transmuting to boundless energy, but it is the same energy as there is nothing other than this - i.e. energy is singularly energy.


In yoga, contracted energy packets are known as samskaras. These are events, happenings in your unfolding life story, that get ‘stuck in the system’ through fear (resisting life appearing in a form you don’t like) or desire (clinging to life appearing in a form you do like). The totality of this accumulation is the fabric of your entire reality and, since what is stored is different in each body, every reality is different. It really is very simple. You are what you store and you get what you store. It is unavoidable, therefore, that you constantly get exactly what you don’t want and exactly what you do want.


How is that working out for you? What is perceived as negative and positive? What is the frequency, intensity and balance of these oppositely charged preferences? How are you doing?


These experiences change (reality changes) over time as old samskaras are released and new ones form. This is obvious. Just examine how your beliefs, opinions and positions on ‘how things are or should be’ vary wildly year to year, day to day, moment to moment. If you are open and honest you will likely see that it is a mess in there. This isn’t a judgement, it is just most people’s reality. But how solid is this reality if there are potentially infinite versions, or permutations, of samskaras? And so what?


If you’re still reading then perhaps this ‘so what?’ resonates and perhaps there is an openness to another possibility. No name can name this possibility. We are back to unspeakable freedom. As a pointer this might be seen as an instant revelation corresponding to the end of seeking (clinging and resisting); a temporary or permanent ceasing in the production of ‘unnatural’ samskaras. No longer wanting or needing life to be any different than the way it is. It is the same instantaneous relaxation that occurs in the body when falling asleep.


In the end there is nothing that can be done, freedom either is or seems like it isn’t. However, chances are that if the openness appears and there is resonance that this resonance will be followed, so to speak, resulting in further openness and further loss of contraction. It can go the other way, of course, or oscillate both ways - freedom is everything which includes any thing, all possibilities.


The everything of all possibilities is unconditional love as it always has been and always will be; distanceless completeness. It cannot be owned or known because it is not separate. It cannot be coerced or influenced in any way, yet it contains all coercion and influence. This is unfathomable perfection. The end of all application or need for anything other than what seems to be happening. No further need to point to what is utterly obvious and simple.


Yoga, the word, translates as union or not-separate. So, if there is no distance between pointer and pointed to, how is it possible to take it any further than this?

The Search for Truth

looking through a glass onion
- John Lennon

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Freedom is everything and everything is freedom, whether there appears to be layers (like the onion) or not. It is inescapable. But this isn’t really true. Freedom is the revelation that freedom can’t be told and, therefore, this telling of ‘what neither is nor isn’t’ isn’t true.

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Said another way, everything that is told could be described as a false truth. That is, compare your truth to the billions of other truths, or stories, out there and see that none of these agree completely. Setting it up this way, it might be said that all attempts to tell the truth can only be more or less untruthful.

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So what is the least untruthful truth?

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Well, how far dare you go?

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This question illuminates a paradox, because there is nowhere to go. There is no distance to ‘the truth’ - though believing this will not help find it. How could there be a distance to it? Where would it be if it were not already here? It is this illusory distance that could be said to drive the search for truth / fulfillment / freedom and also, wonderfully, keep it hidden.

 

So going all the way is going nowhere at all and without this distance there is no opportunity to stand outside of what is happening and tell it as it is.

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So is there even such a thing as the least untruthful truth?

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No answer.

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There are no things, only the appearance of everything, but that is not separate. However, when there seems to be a subject (one), there seems to be other than subject (two). This illusory separation reinforces the reality of separate things. 

 

In the obvious absence of things, there is no notion of things at all; so no such thing as truth - only emptiness that appears full. No objects (not-one, not-two).

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Herein lies the utter futility of the search. There is no position to move from or to. All attempts to move to ‘it’ and all attempts to attain ‘it’ are ‘it’ appearing as not ‘it’. There is already nowhere to go and nothing to attain. This is already ‘it’.

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But it doesn’t seem that way does it? It does seem like what is sought is somewhere else. What an illusion! What a joke! The impossible journey to the unconfirmable truth, therefore, might be told as an unjourney with no start, end or middle position.

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Who ‘travels’ this unjourney?

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Who could move from or to what already is and isn’t here? Who can make a journey that doesn’t happen?

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The only possibility is the seeming impossible - nothing travels; nothing changes. But nothing cannot change, it is nothing. The ‘change’ is, therefore, apparent, every-thing is already everything.

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The glass onion can be likened to a mirror where that which is rejected as not-freedom persists (i.e. every-thing). For the seeming separate one there is no escape from the layers - there is always the underlying energetic grasping for a better experience somewhere else (more things) - whereas freedom is already free, there obviously are no layers. There is only everything and it is crystal clear.

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Words fail hopelessly.

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Perfection is indescribable.

Advaita. What’s in a definition?

A definition of definition is, a statement of the exact meaning of a word, especially in a dictionary. Another definition of definition is, the degree of distinctness in outline of an object, image, or sound.

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If there are at least two definitions of definition, is ‘exact meaning’ applicable? From this perspective it seems there is no definition of definition. If something cannot be defined, then perhaps it cannot be known. If it cannot be known then how can it be outlined with any distinctness?

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Let’s take breakfast, for example. Can we define it according to the definition of definition? Or, rather does the word act as a pointer to something? That is, it can be said that breakfast is a pointer to an event in the infinite totality. In this context breakfast is nothing, empty. From a mathematical perspective this is also the case due to the division by infinity.

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Breakfast is also a pointer to satisfaction, or fullness, post waking up.

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These are two different ways of expressing the same thing, breakfast as nothing and breakfast as everything (fullness). Expression could be viewed as a quality that has a variable nature, much like the definition of definition. Indeed all things can be viewed this way.

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Polarity is a universal pointer that allows description and understanding of the nature of so-called opposites. Polarity implies differentiation of that to which it applies. In the breakfast example, the expression pointing to fullness might be considered ‘nice’; the expression pointing to emptiness might be considered ‘less nice’. With polarity comes comparison, analysis and judgement. The meaning of the word breakfast can be conceived and perceived as any combination of positions along whatever polar dimensions are applicable to the definition of the thing itself. It might not be strictly definable though there are beliefs, opinions or positions, or knowing, of what this common word points to.

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Advaita is a word that belongs to Hindu, Vedanta, Yoga and other so-called spiritual traditions and can be described as a pointer to a doctrine or philosophy. It is also a word that is used to point beyond itself. All words can be used this way, although Advaita as language specifically points to that which is indescribable, knowledgeless and positionless, a mystery. It is pointing to that which undividedly is and isn’t.

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Advaita translates as not-two; dvaita meaning two. Taken together, Advaita-dvaita can be seen as pointing to the poles of the same indescribable mystery. The mystery is that there is not-two. So can it have poles?

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Advaita is a strong pointer because it points directly; perhaps the least untruthful pointer - though it might not be particularly helpful. Life appearing, to be known is another direct pointer that can be used synonymously and interchangeably with Advaita-dvaita. It might be more or less helpful. As with the breakfast example, pointers typically require context via a frame of reference - like this document, which is a longer, koan-like, article style device that points to the realisation of Life appearing, to be known.

In this broader context arises a mechanism for understanding which introduces the concept of a mystery, and attempted explanation of the following words that point to it.

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Advaita (Life appearing)
As breakfast is breakfast, emptiness is fullness and, as fullness is everything, there is only Empty-Fullness. But these are not-two. Advaita is Life, which is empty, appearing (as the totality), which is full.

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dvaita (to be known)
Nice and less nice are emptiness positioning in apparent duality. They are not different, though seem to suggest differentiation in the appearance, or fullness, or everything. This differentiation allows what is the same, or not-two, or Life-appearing, to be known.

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dvaita is false in that it is Advaita. When this is revealed so is the mystery, but not as false duality or knowing. It is Advaita alone that is seen to have two poles, everything and nothing, or fullness and emptiness. However, there cannot be differentiation of Advaita because there is neither more nor less not-two. Hence, not-two points directly to no poles, no distance, no movement. The indefinable mystery is that everything is nothing and nothing is everything. Definition is impossible because exactness is of knowing - I know what the precision of the vernier gauge relates to - and knowing separates what’s whole as definition. You cannot draw a line around what is infinitely, timelessly and unconditionally whole. There is no distinctness. It is the false knowing within this whole that divides.

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So, what is in a definition then?

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Nothing and everything, and infinite conceptual possibilities of indefinite interpretation. It is simply life appearing, to be known.
 

“my” first parable

Apparently, there was a little boy
Pure innocence 
That became separated from the whole
And he saw terror
And he wept and hid and trembled with fear
Night after night in his bed in the dark 
Waiting for the monsters
His life was a horror story
For life had given him hell to see
And he covered that hell with layer upon layer
Buried it so deep inside
And then he hated himself and everything else that made him scared
Which was everything 
He became so separate that he could not bear to live anymore
But he could not take his life
So he continued to bury the fear
And he couldn’t find a way out
He was lost and trapped
But he didn’t know this 
Because he had forgotten what had happened to him
He forgot that he had separated himself
Because it wasn’t possible to remember what this was
Because this was a dream
Innocence had dreamt itself a nightmare to make sure it would awaken
And it awoke
And it saw itself 
And it was Love
And it knew it was always Love
And it wept for that little boy 
What it had done to itself
And it was thankful for its terror 
Because now it was free

none-sense
Apparently,
Nothing is nothing, without need
Nothing has no need to appear
Nothing appears, without need

Nothing appearing is everything, there is nothing else
Nothing is missing; missing is nothing
Nothing is everything; everything is nothing
Nothing is unknowable
'Nothing is unknowable' is nothing and everything

'This' is nothing appearing as 'this'

Who would describe nothing?
An absent appearance?
Ridiculous!
empty-fullness

Empty tingles

Absent love

Evaporated steam

‘Flat white please’

Nothing words

Unfindably clear

Dissolved effort efforts

Attempting the impossible

No other possibility

Nothing missing

Nothing else-ing

Nothing else

coffee is the Beloved

Love is everything

Love is god

Love is nothing

Love is this

Love is that

Love is up

Love is down

Love is black

Love is white

Love is love

Love is hate

Love is boundless freedom

Love is separation

Love is me

Love is not me

Love is you

Love is not you

Love is blind

Love is blindness seeming to see

Love is seeing there is only Love

Love is not seeing there is only Love

Love is loss

Love is pain

Love is fear

Love is death

Love is birth

Love is music

Love is dance

Love is song

Love is life

Love is words

Love is thoughts

Love is rain and sun and noise and silence

Love is tears and sorrow and laughter and joy

Love is war against and peace with

Love is the darkest moment of despair

Love is the unimaginable highest of the high

Love is unconditional with or without conditions

Love is inescapable

Love is undeniable

Love is and isn’t

Love is neither isn’t nor is

Love is unsayable and all that is said

Love is unknowable and all that is known

Love is ungraspable and the grasping for Love

Love is already Love

relaxedness
relaxedness
'Flat white please'

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