Was that Kensho?

And who’s claiming it?

The self wasn’t there; I laughed and laughed and laughed.

There’s nothing there. It’s all made up … holy shit!

There were tears of laughter at the freedom and tears for all the suffering. Not my tears, just tears. Everything fell away – it’s all made of seeing, of thoughts.

How can there be stress or control or cause and effect?

More laughter.

This was an apparent time ago – the flow lasted for a week or so …

More glimpses since then. More laughter. More freedom. More space.

Enjoyment of parenting is appearing.

Planning is hilarious.

The thoughts are seen. The ‘this is all there is’ is seen …

There is a realisation that this is a glimpse called Kensho (in Zen)- another apparent concept, which involves seeing one’s true nature.

And then the self appears to claim it … argghgh.

Defending its position.

Seeking to know where it is in the non-existent process.

‘is there another level?’

No, there’s no me … no levels … nowhere to go – no one is awakening.

‘what about all the shadow work?’

Yes, that’s just appearing too.

What’s seen can’t be unseen – the illusion loosens its grip but there is still a toing and froing of being nothing and the self trying to claim it.

Was that Kensho? Perhaps …

Is there complete liberation? From what?

Will the illusion of the self completely disappear?

Does the nervous system need to catch up?

Only in the illusion do the questions arise.

Checkmate.

With Grace

Lx

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