Hi Vineeto,
Thank you for your reply, I had quite a day yesterday! It is all clicking into place. I will start with the weird one…
You wrote to me a while ago that upon actual freedom one sees that there has been an existential joke there all along, in that ‘I’ never existed in the first place.
I was driving yesterday and all the while intensely focused on discovering what it means to be actually intimate. There is something that Srinath wrote shortly after becoming free which I read the other day, this I had in my mind and was fascinated by it :
Srinath: I feel like my brain has been ‘uncapped’ and the magnificent universe – as oppose to ‘self’ and ‘other’ is my preoccupation
And it clicked then that it is as I wrote “the door to actual intimacy has a similar sign but it reads - “Leave ‘your’ self at the door”.” In that ‘I’ am those clothes which need to be shed so that this body can experience “the magnificent universe” as Srinath wrote. Thinking about it now reminds me of Geoffreys post too because he was referring to the same thing :
Geoffrey: For I had been exploring the unknown continent, its golden cities and living clouds, for weeks, without a word. When some letter found its way to me, its ink faded from the sea voyage, enquiring about matters so home-bound as to appear foreign: a quarrel about definitions, from the Royal Society of leathery armchairs, asking for my judgment. My ruling.
Please differentiate! they ask. Please settle our quarrel!
We wish to classify, exactly, those birds we’ve never seen!
So the golden city and the living clouds laughed and danced and sang:
"Won’t they open the windows? Won’t they bathe in the stream?
Won’t they take off their clothes, and swim through the sea?"
And I can see that this is what Richard refers to by “being naked” :
Richard: By the word naked I do not necessarily mean ‘no clothes’ but, rather, much more than being merely nude; I mean having nothing to hide and everything openly on display for all to see (by those capable of having both eyes open that is) before embarking on an idyllic voyage through paradise
In short it is ‘my’ very self which is the “something to hide”, and this act of ‘me’ hiding in ‘my’ hiding place is what creates this uncrossable gulf which stands in the way of actual intimacy.
And so at one moment I had 2 words in mind - “myself” and “a self”, I realised immediately that they are referring to 2 vastly different things, one refers to a fact and the other to a belief/illusion. In that an actually free person might very well use the words “myself” when referencing the very flesh and blood body in question, whereas “a self” is what ‘I’ am as an ontological ‘being’, a ‘thing-in-itself’. And then there was this seeing that this ‘thing-in-itself’ is completely and utterly an illusion, in that not only does it not actually exist, it never existed in the first place. This was not ‘me’ doing the seeing but rather it was happening to ‘me’.
And so for the remainder of the drive I was utterly fascinated by just how close an actual freedom is! It is so very close because the entity which needs to be extirpated does not actually exist in the first place. I understood then why (as seen by ‘me’) you have been so optimistic throughout my correspondence with you, that step towards actual freedom it is such a short step, it could happen to anyone at any time because all that happens is that an illusion is no more.
Of course somehow ‘I’ evaded the totality of this seeing because ‘I’ am writing these words. But ‘I’ have confidence in bucket-fulls now that it is for sure possible for ‘me’ to become extinct.
Later on this wonder turned into something like a mini panic attack, but I was able to ride this out rather easily this time around.
Today things have been excellent since the morning, and now I am wondering what is it that ‘I’ am still hiding, or what is it that ‘I’ am still hanging around for
In that ‘I’ have seen that ‘I’ am not genuine and yet some part of ‘me’ wanted to stick around clearly…
When ‘I’ consider ‘my’ life, what is left of it and what ‘I’ could possibly be saving ‘myself’ for there is only 1 possibility left it seems, all other things have been resolved. It may also be the reason why ‘I’ have not been able to give all of ‘myself’ to Sonya. And it is related to the work I do as a hen party entertainer and the feelings this brings about. Those events they can get somewhat “wild” and I have always enjoyed the high of such a situation. And yet there is something not quite with all this in that ‘I’ am addicted to the high, ‘I’ prioritise the high over an actual intimacy and furthermore the whole thing it scatters ‘my’ intent to get as close as possible to the person I am closest to - Sonya.
It seems there is something here, even just typing the above out and fully admitting it to myself things have got even more wonderful, reminding me of what I experienced a while back, of the world being as if a shimmering jewel.