There are no conditions to fulfill. There is nothing to be done, nothing to be given up. Just look and remember, whatever you perceive is not you, nor yours. It is there in the field of consciousness, but you are not the field and its contents, nor even the knower of the field. It is your idea that you have to do things that entangles you in the results of your efforts - the motive, the desire, the failure to achieve, the sense of frustration - all this holds you back. Simply look at whatever happens and know that you are beyond it.
Nisargadatta Maharaj
The universe is not something out there... the universe is here!
You kinda understand this when you dabble in extra-curricular chemicals like magic mushrooms, that all this hankering after the outside is a form of pathology, of wrong living (or perverted living, living that has been pushed through the grinder of science and separation)... That these 'scientists' wasting huge amounts of money and energy on space exploration realize nothing of the universe that irradiates from within... from here.
Chasing after stars only reveals the extent to which you have been separated from your own inner star, your own supernova.
Indeed, the supernova might well be the realization...
After this, there is no uni-verse.... but a con-verse.
One of the great ravens of Boglairoch. When I was up at the Slacks trig point I got chatting to a fellow traveller and was telling him of the family of ravens that lives up here. At that moment he pointed out one of them in the distance. And then, something magical happened. It flew over to us, as if to say hello, and hovered right above us, the closest I have ever been to a raven. It is true that in my trips up here this year alone, as often as 3-4 times a week, I have communicated with the ravens not just vocally (I studied 'Crow-talk' for 3 years in Warsaw, the corvid crossroads of Europe, and consider myself pretty fluent!) but also bodily, with the head, the eyes, the arms. Corvids in general have a special aptitude for remembering faces, and I am pretty sure (all ego aside) that these guys recognize me, as I recognize them. It is a subtle form of communication to be sure, more often than not, but once in a while, they will come so close as to render the subtle asunder, and put a smile on your face that is difficult to wipe off.
It is then I realize that man has abandoned his power of flight in favour of being carried, and at the incredible loss that he has sustained as a result. The loss of conscience (reduced to science), the loss of contact (reduced to tact), and the loss of the contours (reduced to tours) that lead us around and up into our higher contemplative Self. The end result being the loss of 'withness', and togetherness; the loss of the ability to receive the communications of crows, the loss of correspondance in general.
It is interesting to note that the word 'loss' comes from the Proto-Indo-European root leus-, an extended form of the root leu- "to loosen, divide, cut apart, untie, separate", which of course is the very premise of modern science. It follows then, within a world outlook based upon the modern scientific method, that loss is the inevitable consequence. And there is no greater loss than the loss of knowing who (and where) you are.
As if to highlight that point, as I made my way down the Greenside path and onto its little bypass, I spooked a couple of kestrels getting it on in the underbrush. What a flutter that was! I'm sure there's a metaphor, an auspice and an omen, in their somewhere.
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