It’s the opposite for me. I can’t understand how it is that you or anyone else here cannot see that both the feelings and purity/perfection actually exist (actually as in the standard meaning, not actually as in sensately, obviously). I have resigned myself to just live with not understanding.
A boundary of sorts. Paradoxical maybe. Something like a boundless boundary between the finite and infinite.
To try to (poorly) explain with rough analogy: Take the example of a truck. The universe is not the truck, and is not of the truck, in the same way the universe is not “me,” and is not of “me.” And while purity in of itself is, as you say, “sourced” in something outside of the truck, and outside of “me” (purity is sourced in infinitude, after all), nonetheless purity is in the truck (in the finite), and in “me.” That you now experience purity to be connected to the deepest part of “you,” then now you see it there, in “you.” I see it as the seamless connection that exists between the finite and the infinite. Though of the other, it is not the other; and yet while not the other, it is not separate from the other. Can’t see how this would make much sense, but that’s me giving it the college try.
I don’t have a good explanation for this.
Ah, I’m happy to tell you. The blame falls entirely on Richard. Laying in bed one quiet evening last summer, reading Richard’s words, I read this:
Richard: This physical universe is infinite and eternal (boundless and limitless).
For some reason that sentence stayed in my head and wouldn’t leave. Then, completely unexpectedly, the words and the world around me merged. This massive universe that had always existed out there, outside of “me,” suddenly pierced through “my” boundaries, and infiltrated “me,” driving itself deep to the core, suffusing itself in every nook and cranny. It (temporarily) effected a different way of being (you could say). That’s how it seemed at the time. I now think that it was always there, it’s just I never saw it; something that always was and always is. I’m reminded of when Richard said to Vineeto, in their DVD, that “he” didn’t become redundant, “he” realized “he” was redundant. In other words, the universe was already in control. When the controller sees this, he sees his presence as pointless, useless. A glaring redundancy. So he steps aside (although I often experience it as being quite forcefully shoved aside ). It may seem at first like the universe at that point takes over, but it is more precise to recognize that there never was a point when it wasn’t in complete control. No different than Maggie Simpson on the toy steering wheel fancying she’s driving Marge’s car. What’s crazy is to discover that Marge is ultimately doing just the same as Maggie! (Has someone else already used that analogy? It’s vaguely familiar.) When this is seen clearly, it works a magic. Othertimes it’s seen faintly, and things are closer to normal hum drum. But what was seen that night, cannot be unseen, and so it’s always there, and it’s always been there.
Solvann, I stand corrected on this. Others have made reference to Richard and Vineeto experiencing this simultaneous experience of perfection and negative emotion.
Do you think that the connection in pure intent is a no-contact connection? I can’t see how that would work.
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Claudiu, my intent when writing you was not to focus on my experiences. I truly didn’t anticipate you would see the discrepancies that you did, but rather that my message to you would resonate with you, somehow. There were specific descriptions you made in your journal which I instantly recognized, and I wrote to you with that mind. If you see what I described as being incompatible with what you are going through, it’s entirely possible that you’re correct. Either way, I was (I am) truly thrilled at your achievement. I hope that this marks the beginning of the end for “you.”