May 10, 2011
Thoughts about thoughts 0
No personal mind
This is quite amusing actually. Here I sit, in a comfy chair, writing about thoughts, knowing that thoughts in the deepest sense are not true. And while writing this, I am getting almost frantic, with loads of thoughts. They carry a lot of energy. I am getting a little high on this thinking and writing about thoughts – hmmm….
What then about the thoughts?
This consciousness that is life, is the same consciousness in everyone. It is not personal. With some willingness, or by experience, we can agree to this. But it is not so easy to see that what we call “my thoughts” comes from the same place, that they are not personal. My experience is that they all arise from this vast field of consciousness, and falls back to this as soon as you let go of them.
To me it seems that all thoughts that have ever existed and will be are born in the same field as anything else that has come into existence. It is no such thing as a personal mind. There are no “my thoughts” or “your thoughts”.
They occur in this vast space of consciousness, yet they seem to pop up in my head. The thoughts being mine is nothing but a collective imagination, a belief, a superstition.
Truth is they belong to no one. They come and they co. They show up, and out of habit we grab on to them, and by that naming them “my thoughts”. Our self deluded state of mind claims ownership to a lot of things or subjects in mind. Thoughts only being one of them.
They are nobody´s to claim.
And as if this is not enough, they pop up all the time!
In the beginning was….. potential!
A Potential to thoughts.
How great! Humans have developed a great mind with the capacity to download this potential and create thoughts. Because I am a little bit different wired than you, I download thoughts that are somehow different, but only slightly different.
We tend to think that we store them. We don’t. Oh My, how would that have been?! I am quite happy with the fact that each time a thought pops up in mind, it is new. It may look very much alike the previous, because our thinking might follow some patterns that makes us believe that it is a well known buddy. Forget it. The old one is gone, thank you Lord! What is left of it is just a memory. And in a moment this thought will also be a memory, and nothing else. So, truth is, we cling to memories. To dead stories.
How fun is that?
- mette -
