Many mystics suggest that “nothing is happening,” or that “this is emptiness manifesting as fullness and it is un-knowable.”
Some recent scientific theories suggest that what we see around is is not “real” in any sense. In fact, they go further to propose that evolution by natural selection has hidden “reality” from our eyes (Donald Hoffman endorses this idea strongly). Space and time are human constructs, as are the seemingly “objective” objects that have their being in them. Fitness beats truth, in thse sense that we have not evolved to see reality. We have evolved to gain fitness payoffs that will get our genes into the next generation.
Hoffman goes even further in proposing that consciousness is the fundamental basis of reality.
I find the confluence of these threads very exciting. More in following posts
The mind–or, rather, the organism as a whole–seems to be subtly after some gain. More peace, more wisdom, more enlightenment, more compassion, more listening, more improvement, more responsiblity, more productivity: more, more and more. And of course the current economic and cultural climate encourages this tendency to want more of “spiritually correct” things.
The mind seems cunning enough to even say: if I stop wanting more, then perhaps I’ll get more. If I renounce doership, I will gain more control. If I renounce ambition, I will gain more peace. And on and on it goes.
I guess I can only ask the question: can this dreamed seeker see its own illusory nature? And what will happen then?
In experimenting with headlessness, we may notice that sudden “click” or shift in perspective when we move out of a very narrow and constricted mode of consciousness into a sense of something much vaster and freer. The surroundings stand out in relief, our senses become acute and something rigid in our psyche feels dissolved.
If this is our “natural” state, why then do we revert to a more self-preoccupied mode, one full of thought and rumination? This “opposing click” happens almost soundlessly, without our awareness. We seem to lose headlessness and the process of seeing, and this is an interesting moment as well.
Of course, we could say that even rumination and preoccupation happen within the vast space of the self, or of reality.
Are there ever multiple states? Or does only reality shine through in being?
If I close my eyes and pay attention to my body, I feel sensations. Breathing, rising, falling. Tingling, pulsing. Heat and cold.
In a headless space, the world appears in consciousness without a “me.” Likewise, “the body” can arise in consciousness without the sense “this is a body” or “this is my body.”
“I am my body” is an intuitive notion, but perhaps this idea is the primal error. For it leads to a contraction of selfhood, a consciousness twisting and squirming in a limited space, when it can be abundantly free.
It suddenly seems that I am
a tiny glass bubble
with an impossibly thin shell
encased, floating in the ocean of colour
shape sound smell thought
the bubble is dreaming
of illusion and reality