First I thought, “I need knowledge of the self.” Now I know, “I am the self.” Realizing that I am the one true reality, where is knowledge, the knower and what is known? I have always been the non-dual self, untainted by the appearance of duality and unaffected by self-ignorance.
How strange is it that while I am absolutely clear that I am not another person’s body, I identify with this body that looks and feels closest to me, call it “myself” and claim its actions as my own. But how can this be? I witness the bodies of others the same as I witness this one—they are all thoughts known to me. As such, this body cannot be me. I merely witness it acting, the same as I witness the actions of other’s bodies. Just as I cannot be praised or blamed for the actions of other’s bodies that I witness, I cannot be praised or blamed for the actions of this body that I witness. I am the action-less, blameless self. OM.
There is no illusion for me; despite the appearance of the body and mind I know I am pure being, reality itself. Just because I have no body does not mean I am bodiless. Just because objects cannot attach themselves to me (affect me) does not mean I am unattached. Embodied and bodiless, attached and unattached are dualistic opposites. I am non-dual so I transcend them all. I am ever-free.
I am consciousness; I witness the appearance of “my” body similar to the way I witness the appearance of a tree, a house or the body of another person. And yet, while it is abundantly clear that I am not a tree, a house or someone else’s body, I think of this body as myself, referring to it as “I” and “mine.” I claim its actions as my own, rejoicing when the results are good and lamenting when they are not. As such, I continuously vacillate between happiness and suffering. But is this body myself merely because it appears to be closer to me than a tree or a house? Is it myself simply because it appears in my consciousness more frequently than a tree or a house? No, the body cannot be me because it is known to me. The body cannot be me because it comes and goes while I, remain. I am ever-free of the body.
Owing to a trick of the eyes and impurities in the air, the formless and colorless sky falsely appears to be blue and shaped like a dome. Similarly, owing to ignorance of my true nature, the pure and stainless reality that is myself appears to be the body-mind. But like the sky I have no divisions nor am I a collection of parts: I am one alone. Because there is nothing other than myself, there is nothing to bind me. Because I am never bound, I cannot be liberated. I am the undifferentiated, changeless self. OM.
End Of Knowledge 