Intro to his book “THE HEAVENLY BACKFLIP: Seeing And Being The Unfigureoutable”
Audio: Axiom of Choice – Memories Of Pushkar
WHAT AM I?
The Great Ones, the sages of every age, tell me what to look
for. They say that the answer lies not elsewhere but right
where I am, here where I am both the center and the source
of the universe. They say that, contrary to what I may think
I am, what I really am is formless, boundless, timeless,
and deathless; that I am utterly transparent, empty, not an
object. They say that this clarity that lies at the very heart
of my humanity is none other than the Self, God, Buddha,
Tao, and the Beloved, and that to see and be this requires no
change, no achievement, no struggle, for it is already what I
am; in fact, I cannot not be it. They say that no one else can
tell me what I am, that I must see for myself, and should I
discover this and live consciously from this, all will be right,
all will be true.
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Neuroanatomist Jill Bolte Taylor had an opportunity few brain scientists would wish for… This is a powerful story about how our brains define us and connect us to the world and to one another.
It is really worth a listen.
I think it totally explains this little passage from my rants (in less neuroanatomist style).
Mind with a big M is that “other mind” and is accessed through the heart or body. Little mind is brain stuff. Stuff you have learned from a book — good bad right wrong war peace black white sinner saint — that stuff, divisive stuff. Small m mind is good for the laundry list. Without it you wouldn’t be able to drive a car or cook a meal. It’s useful in physical reality and we need to do a bit of that m stuff just to get around. The problem is we have just spent too much time using it for way bigger stuff than it was intended for, like attempting to find truth and beauty and oneness.