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No teachers, no students. No awakened beings, no unawakened beings.
No path nor absence of a path. No gurus, no disciples. Simply life making love to itself, dancing as all of this, appearing as something we call ‘world’, as all that you see and all that you cannot see, arising and falling back into the barest emptiness, timelessly and forever…

And the emptiness is not a cold, dark, empty emptiness - but a rich, full, alive emptiness, pregnant with infinite possibility, saturated with this… incomprehensible intimacy that should, by all accounts, be impossible -
and yet, undeniably, is.

Nothing is not nothing , not the absence of all things, but also the presence of them, so that nothing is really everything…. and so it all ends not in nihilism, but in wonder, in fascination, in the kind of gratitude that breaks your heart.

Yes, all that is left is a radical simplicity that cannot be taught, cannot be formulated, reified, systematized, and ultimately cannot even be named - but still, it is all there is, and all there has ever been, and all there needs to be, because only a separate mind would ever want more.

It’s right here and right now. It’s there in and as the cup of coffee on the table in front of you, in each and every breath, in the wrinkles on your father’s face, in the feeling of the wind on your cheeks as you walk to the supermarket, in the pain in the chest as the body dies - and you’ve been seeking it your entire life without knowing it.

It’s beyond ‘awareness’ and ‘contents of awareness’ - it’s not pure consciousness (a blank space devoid of the personal) because blankness needs content to be known and experienced as blankness, just as emptiness needs form to be known and experienced as emptiness and vice versa - it’s not the witness behind the world because it’s also the world in its entirety which nothing can separate itself from in the first place and call itself a ‘witness’ -

it’s not Absolute as opposed to relative or vice versa because that very division never existed in the first place - it’s not ‘nobody here’ or ‘there is no person’, although those very personal viewpoints are allowed to arise and fall away naturally - it’s not ‘advaita’ as opposed to ‘neo-advaita’ or ‘neo-advaita’ as opposed to ‘advaita’ but it allows these man-made, mind-made divisions to play themselves out -

it’s not opposed to anything because it is everything including all opposition, even opposition to opposition -
it’s not mine or yours but it does not deny the possibility of mine and yours and relationship between them -
it’s not pure absence as opposed to presence or vice versa, but those concepts are allowed to arise too -
it’s not a teaching, but perhaps, and only perhaps, it can formulate itself as a self-destructing teaching, a kind of teaching which annihilates itself in the end, a temporary language which has no authority but that which you give it, and in the end (and there is no end), has no authority at all.

Because in the end, which is also the beginning, life is the only authority, and all the teachings of the world burn up in the fire of this unbounded freedom…

When you try to put this into words, you always fail.
Thank goodness it doesn’t need to be put into words.

And so, once again, beyond words or lack of them, welcome Home to what you really are.

(Jeff Foster)

(Photo: Butterfly on Pink-Violet Flower by h.r.fox @ ultrafeel.tv)

Jeff Foster is a young advaita (non-duality) teacher who lives in the UK. He attempts to articulate the timeless message of nonduality, something that is ultimately impossible to put into words, in a simple, human and down-to-earth way, avoiding as much as possible the arcane, heavy, outdated and often self-righteous spiritual language of the past. He believes that the truth - that which is present and alive - is absolutely free and cannot be captured by any religion, ideology, philosophy, belief system or person. Jeff presently conducts meetings and retreats in the UK and around the world. Lots of free information on advaita can be found on his website, including essays, talk transcripts, books, CDs and DVDs, audio and video: Lifewithoutacentre.com

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When ‘people’ are seen as beautifully evolved organisms that have been programmed by their own swirling mnemonic debris, they become depersonalized whirlpools in the most amazing edgeless-flowingness.

One sees one’s self as a most delightful breeder-reactor slipping through the conceptual dream…effortlessly.

What had been one’s personality retains its boundaries but is no longer the locus in which the perceived world is centered.

Identification breaks free and becomes everywhere.

Awareness has come home after the war.

It looks upon its own face……smiles……
and the river flows back into itself.

(Toombaru @ Awakeningtothedream.com/forum)

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Let yourself relax into this moment. Give up trying to make this moment any different than it is. Simply close your eyes and feel with sensation what is here. Allow yourself to feel existence happening without thinking about it. We’re not here to change anything or transcend anything. Just to feel life itself. To experience what is here beyond the thinking. Any attempt to define it or describe it or judge it separates you from what is here. Give all of it up. Give yourself completely to what is here. Allow thoughts to arise if they arise, allow whatever arises to arise, and then instantly let it go. So that you are never holding anything. So that you are never attached to anything. Let it go and rest in what is left. Let any sense of you dissolve in what is left. Relax into it and relax into it until there is nothing left to relax. Until this moment opens up into infinity.

(c) Kip Mazuy

Kip Mazuy is the founder of Bliss Music. He creates audio meditation programs and music that help people attaining blissful states of consciousness and support deep states of peace in meditation. More of Kip’s beautiful poems on his site:
Bliss-music.com

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The real master creates masters, not followers.

The real master throws you back to yourself.
His whole effort is to make you independent of him,
because you have been dependent for centuries, and it has not led you anywhere.
You still continue to stumble in the dark night of the soul.

Only your inner light can become the sunrise.
The false master persuades you to follow him, to imitate him, to be just a carbon copy of him.
The real master will not allow you to be a carbon copy, he wants you to be the original.
He loves you! How can he make you imitative?
He has compassion for you, he would like you to be utterly free — free from all outer dependencies.

But the ordinary human being does not want to be free.
He wants to be dependent. He wants somebody else to guide him.
Why? — because then he can throw the whole responsibility on the shoulders of somebody else.
And the more responsibility you throw away onto somebody else’s shoulders,
the less is the possibility of your ever becoming intelligent.
It is responsibility, the challenge of responsibility, that creates wisdom.

(Osho)

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Imagine this: A balloon, filled with air, floats in an infinite sea of air.

And the balloon says to itself, "I’m an individual. I live in a world full of individuals. A world of me and mine: my thoughts, my memories, my beliefs, my achievements, my successes, my failures, my past, my future, my relationships. I own a little piece of the whole, a little piece of life. This is my little part of everything."

What the balloon fears most is its own popping - in other words, its own death - because it sees this as the ultimate loss of ‘me and mine’. In other words, death is the loss of ‘my little part of everything’. The end of ‘my life’.

What the balloon cannot see is that death is liberation. Upon death, ‘my little part of everything’ simply explodes back into everything. ‘My life’ dissolves back into life itself. And what is seen is that ‘my life’ was always an illusion, because there was never anyone there separate from everything! There was only ever everything! The balloon never ‘had’ anything to begin with, and so could never ‘lose’ anything. Upon death, nothing is lost.

And this seeing can happen upon what we call physical death, or it can happen now. Die before you die, and there is no death.

The mind will never be able to comprehend what I am talking about. But somewhere beyond the mind, somewhere beyond thought, somewhere beyond the stories we tell about life, there can be a recognition, a resonance, a knowing. And that’s what this message is really about: a recognition that’s totally beyond mind.

You are perfect as you are - even in your imperfection. Life is perfect as it is, even if you cannot see that yet.

This is a journey into your own absence, an absence which finally reveals itself as the perfect presence of everything, as the Home you’ve always been seeking, and what will be found is this: You wrote these words yourself, to remind yourself of what, deep down, you have always known.

Jeff Foster is a young advaita (non-dualtiy) teacher who lives in the UK. He attempts to articulate the timeless message of nonduality, something that is ultimately impossible to put into words, in a simple, human and down-to-earth way, avoiding as much as possible the arcane, heavy, outdated and often self-righteous spiritual language of the past. He believes that the truth - that which is present and alive - is absolutely free and cannot be captured by any religion, ideology, philosophy, belief system or person. Jeff presently conducts meetings and retreats in the UK and around the world. Lots of free information on advaita can be found on his website, including essays, talk transcripts, books, CDs and DVDs, audio and video: Lifewithoutacentre.com

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"While physical scientists gaze at the stars through powerful telescopes
and listen to radio waves from distant stars through instrumentation,
spiritual scientists gaze at the inner stars and listen to the inner music of the spheres.
They both sit in silence, watching and waiting."

(Sant Rajinder Singh Ji Maharaj)

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