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Willing

Who is willing to look at the being without turning away, and continue to stand there unflinching? Not moving a muscle, or turning to excuses, as their identification with ego is being gutted, piece by piece?

Who among the masses will show resolve in the story - resolve enough to approach this immolation with bravery and with a firm resolve.

A resolve so strong that it is willing to look directly at the ego, directly at the patterns, directly at the life being lived without blinding their own eyes to what is seen.

To the darkness - bubbled up and then (typically) separated - pushed back down, ignored, given the back seat.

Who is willing to no longer play into the separation of seemingly good and seemingly bad?

Who has had their fill with the false identity and the faulty identifications to such a degree, that they are willing to drop each and every poltergeist no matter how much it screams?

Who is willing to stand in place and accept the brand? The brand on the body and the mind and the psyche that were never yours to begin with? The branding, the pain, the intensity virtually the only way to rid you of that lie and awaken you to the truth that you are not that lump, that battlefield of contradictions, that horror story with no happy ending in sight?

Who is willing to stand in that inferno - no matter how scorching the fire?

Story, no doubt. You, a bit player. But resolve in the story - as it arises - is music to the universe.

The surrendered resolve of the entity in the narrative is the soundtrack the universe desires. The hymn to be playing in the background as IT takes you on a guided tour of the Heart of Darkness.

Who is willing?

And how can this be accomplished?

It is always accomplished - through death and rebirth.

No matter how quick and painless.

No matter how drawn out and torturous.

How can the entity allow it to be accomplished in either scenario?

How, exactly, is that done?

By signing the warrant, with the universe as notary - the warrant for the demolition of your image.

Of your supposed identity.

And then by bravely standing by as the mute but willing witness at your very own execution.

Who is willing?

MACABRE

It has been no secret that for ages, so many have written about enlightenment or ‘their’ enlightenment ‘experiences’/’awakenings’ or what have you as if they were being escorted to heaven lovingly by cherubs and planted upon silk pillows. Never to have a care again as they were fed grapes beside a purple-flowing waterfall, the churning currents spewing forth a cascade of New Age tunes.

Forget all of that.

Enlightenment is macabre.

The above is a direct quote from the Third Zen Patriarch. And if it wasn’t, it should have been.

Yanni and Enya will not necessarily be on the other side of the Pearly Gates waiting for you, (though that in itself would also, actually, be macabre. John Tesh would be flat-out satanic.)

It is true that no one or no person is/was/becomes enlightened.

However, what is ‘awakened’ to, and the final movements ‘before’/first movements ‘after’ regarding the ‘entity’ (which there isn’t) and the ‘world’ (which there also isn’t) - Pre and Post (which suggests time and progression, which ain’t there, either) - are not necessarily gonna be heavenly.

Did that morbidity dissipate into tranquility? In this case, after a period of adjustment - yes. Does it always move toward bliss? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. The point is, after the peace, even any ‘eventual, possible’ movement toward bliss or ananda or whatnot is still an experience, still something manifesting in form. How it went down on this end is not necessarily how it will go down in any other case. However, what it boils down to is that the Truth ain’t about bliss, and anything like that which occurs is just a form manifestation in reaction to what was revealed in the timeless. It is that inconceivable direct revelation - and the immediacy imbued in the seeing of ‘life’ that follows - which is what enlightenment is based upon and actually all about. If this sounds stark, well, I’d apologize but I am just being honest. There is a great deal of wasted time, drained-off energy, and quite frankly, immaturity which stands in the way of potential realization. That is a part of it, no doubt. It has it’s place, and it’s place is that it needs to be seen through. Having any sort of notion or expectation at all - especially an expectation that everything is going to be hearts and flowers - or ANY expectation - will very likely block the possibility of liberation. Get beneath all of them, even the ones I am pointing out. The universe is going to take you when it takes you, but at least try to understand that you can never fathom, anticipate, or visualize your way into controlling the emergence of, the overwhelming nature of, or the residual outcome of such a realization. I am speaking of this strongly, even using terminology from stark accompanying experiences, only because it is the exact opposite picture of awakening that has been painted the overwhelming majority of the time - and you should be prepared. However, even my description that follows needs to be thrown away in the end. If you remember nothing else, please remember NO EXPECTATIONS.

In a number of ways it really is death - but in a manner which death was never considered before. It would take years simply to try and permeate that one, single fact by any means of expression (and even then, words would constantly fail - yet here goes the failing, anyhow…)

In the hours that followed, making it to the bathroom and looking in the mirror over the sink, the thought popped up from nowhere ‘The entity looks like a corpse’. I’m not gonna get into where it popped up from, who saw it, or any of that dreck today (that’s for another time, if ever. So many have THAT wrong as well…) But the observation - from ever-whence it came, you can fill in the blank on that one for now - was right on the money.

If you’re expecting (always a detour anyhow) to arise into ‘The Wizard of Oz’, don’t be too shocked when what you’re actually dropped back into is ‘Night of the Living Dead.’

Enjoy your day!

Just Perception

One of the difficulties that comes about in attempting to convey truth is the oft discussed nature of language, and the inherent qualities therein which work to splinter and slice. Perhaps the most obvious and long observed tenets of this situation is the very use of pronouns - which I am not going to revisit here, except to say that reverting to “I” statements, or even a third-person stance, is simply the way it appears language must unfold, even in attempts to get across the ineffable. This is being brought up simply because it appears that, even with such disclaimers, room is still left wide open for the inevitable trap of latching onto any sense of ownership.

For example, the way truth is most often put in these writings is through the application of the term ‘perception’. Just perception. If this term is placed into sentences attempting to illuminate truth with only slight modifications, the snares of dualistic language become obvious. If the statement given is “I perceive”, then there is an “owner” conveying that ownership (which is faulty), and that “owner” is implied in the basic subjective stance. In other words, there is an “I” that is privy to the perception. This is false. There is no “I” - be it a relative “I” or even an absolute “I” to “take in” this perception. Both are fiction. If the term perception in another case is being used as the supposed ‘object beholden unto the subject’ - i.e., the field of perception, as in “I perceive”, this is still not truth. The “I”, it has already been determined, does not exist. So through linguistics there is now a shifting of the burden of ownership right onto perception, as well as to supposedly “what arise within” perception. Or even more cunningly, this stance allows for the claiming of ownership and identity to be merged with the very supposed “ground”, “space”, or “field” into which it is “felt and believed” by the “I” that perception “occurs”. This is a total misidentification. One which can be so subtly introduced and harbored that its eradication is essential, and can not be stressed enough. There is to be no ownership at all. Even the tenses of the word ‘perception’ work toward perpetuating this ownership: ”perceiving” - an implied “I” in the act, taken by the action, actively “doing” what needs to be “done”; ”perceived” - an implied “I” which in “the past” was in the act, was taken by the action, was actively “doing” what needed to be “done”, etc.

In mystical literature this is heightened by descriptions of the nature of union, or the unitive state - these words in themselves implying the sense of “two” having been fused together. A union which, of course, some writings then report later meld into what is typically referred to as nondualty, or oneness. Yet even here, before either is “experienced” (and perhaps even arising as thought or misunderstanding afterward) it may appear from reading such texts that there are still “I”s in union; I-i, or I-I, or what have you. Or perhaps even in the case of nonduality, a oneness between an absolute “I” and all form. Misidentity, misownership, and misrepresentation - mostly the fault of the language mechanism - can therefore still occur. In both cases, the result is that, potentially, an identity might even be “projected” onto the absolute - which is totally transcendent of any such labeling, identification, or “I”-ness whatsoever. What enlightenment reveals is perception. Just perception. Not any perceiver hither or yonder, not even any object of perception. Just perception. The dissolving (and not by anyone - there is no “one” to “do” the dissolving) of all attempts, or modes, or habitual and conditioned moves toward ownership of any kind, in any form, brings clarity to truth.

Stop Believing

Giving up belief isn’t such a bad thing.

Makes room for what is real to have a chance to break in.

If you’d been born around the block, your beliefs would be totally different. Beliefs are in the mind, such as the belief that god is in the sky or heaven or whatever. The truth is far more incredible and shockingly close than that.

Your struggle with what you thought or believed was god, (and it is extremely common, this struggle - do not feel guilt or shame while in the midst of it) is a necessary step. Someday you might even realize that the god you thought you were fighting and struggling with on the outside wasn’t really God after all. Believe it or not, your coming to the end of the rope, going to the opposite corner, pouting and saying no more to this ‘god’ in times of frustration, was actually opening yourself up to a far more mature, realistic, and truthful interaction with what God really is, (though God can never be figured out or even known - only lived, only become.)

Before opening can happen more deeply to what always was and IS, the older notions and beliefs have to be left behind. Everyone reaches a wall they think they can’t get around. They curse ‘God’ or blame life. They want to give up the idea once and for all that they are being looked over by some benevolent being in the sky, because it sure doesn’t feel like that’s the case while cornered by suffering. In that rallying, unbenounced to you, ‘you’ came a step closer to allowing that leaving behind of past ideals and no longer sufficient models to happen. Direct “experience” of the truth - through conscious living, through death of the identity with ego and self, through opening up to Just Perception - is all that matters. Not just new wine, but new wine skins as well, as someone who Knew once put it.

Life will bring you to the point, if it hasn’t already, where you let go of the old beliefs that god is in the sky doling out prizes and putting you in situations - be they fruitful or dubious - based strictly upon ‘merit’. When that day arrives, you’re on your way - and you start to see that you always have been.

When it’s time for belief to naturally fall away, don’t cling.

It’s alright to cease believing, and the universe will eventually lead you to the place of revelation where, once ‘experienced’, beliefs are no longer needed.

And once you let go of beliefs, just continue to keep on letting go. Until there’s nothing left at all to cling to. Only when that attitude of surrender is squarely in place will the Vessel then be prepared for the universe to fill the cup - even to overflowing.

Creed

I believe

There are a few occasions where - in the narrative - for some reason or another, an individual has asked what my beliefs are. Each time my reply has always been “I have no beliefs”.

There is a particular portion of the Roman Catholic Mass where the entire congregation recites the Apostles’ Creed, stating in unison their beliefs with all others of their faith, in an act of interlocking communal “agreement” symbolically and practically meant to strech throughout the globe. If you were to happen to look in my direction at any time during the recitation of that “prayer”, you would probably find me gazing at the massive, undulating patterns of the almost Avant Garde (for a church, at least) stained glass windows on either side of the building.

I will not say the creed. Not anymore.

My point in relaying this is not to make me seem like an iconoclast, or even because it is in protest over doctrinal systems or anything as unimportant as that. I am not trying to be rebellious, but in truth, saying the creed is no longer necessary. In the case of this entity, trying to fumble through those words in a systematic, deliberate way would be insulting.

Insulting, because there is far too much awe for what is truly being pointed to, and because that reality it has been experienced. And after having experienced what is truly being pointed to by that declaration, any attempt to summarize the revelation using mere words or thoughts would be impossibly small – and just plain impossible.

I am not even really going to try to convey with any puny words exactly what was revealed in this singular article. It was so massively devastating and explosive, that I could never imagine trying to fit into just a handful of sentences what was “known” on the day the creed was both “known” and dropped, and the universe - just perception - instead taught directly what that collection of human letters was actually pointing to. That revelation has had an unerasable impact upon this entity, and upon perception, from that moment forward. Suffice to say that anything and everything I have had to say since that moment has been a result of the earthquake “experience” in the unmanifested through the creed – and all attempts at expression result in a dissertation upon the impossible and the unsayable (which, in the end, will always amount to nothing, anyhow).

Maker of Heaven and Earth

I can point, as much as human limitations allow, to a miniscule portion of the scope, and the manner in which this was all revealed. Though even that tiny fragment, in words, will be just a sliver of what it was like to be in perception of truth. These are grains of sand, but it is the best I can do. If I were to write everyday for the rest of my life it would only catch the smallest portion of the tiniest point of the truth – and even that would only be a pathetic shadow of IT. I know now why no one could live after experiencing truth. The only reason this entity continued on is because no one was living in it, and that had been understood in cognizance only days before. The death had happened during the transformation three days earlier. The ego as center had fallen away, and the core of cognizance had been rooted into the real (or rather, it was “known” once and for all that this had always been the case – yet it was still to be revealed, during what “happened” through the creed – that all there is is just perception). When I say “know”, it of course is not a mental knowing. Mental knowing is a point A to point B structure, where the points can be fumbled and shifted at will, (and often are). That is the same for beliefs. Move a couple of integers or a few hairs to the left or right within the narrative, and a whole new set of beliefs can sprout up in mind. No. When I say that the word “know” here, it is coming from a place that the mind can never follow. In fact, that “know”ing is all that is concrete, all that is “solid”, and all that is real. That “know”ing itself is by far infinitely more real than anything in front of “me”, or in the narrative, or even in the manifest universe - which could fall away right before my very eyes, and yet I “know” there would still only be this “know”ing. And what was revealed in that “know”ing, was IT. Truth. How all is.

Of all that is seen and unseen

A few days after the death which happened in the transformation, there was a further descent – and then a fuller rebirth - into the unfolding that is this world.

It came about in this way. On the Sunday morning following the transformation, I managed to get out of the house. It was rather early, and I found myself almost automatically driving to a spot which was very sacred to the narrative. It was a retreat ground, where there was a chapel that I used to go to since it was both quiet and happened to look out upon the woods. To my surprise, I was not alone when I arrived. There was actually a Mass being said by the community of monks who took care of the property, along with a few of their guests. The space was small, and people where scattered about randomly. I was totally out of it, but made my way up to one of the front seats. The form was fully engulfed in deep, radiant energy. Much of the ceremony slipped by as I was caught up in the sensory aspects pouring through the entity. At one point, everyone stood and began the recitation of the Apostles’ Creed. I said it right along with them.

Then, suddenly, upon the declaration of one particular section from the creed, something began to unfold even further within the cognizance.

God from God

Light from Light

True God from True God

Those words caught the awareness like barbs, and I was instantly stunned internally. What was being spoken was truth, but it was about far more than the Being to whom they were addressing the words. It was about creation itself. It was about “me”, yet not “me” all at once. That startled me further, and the mind attempted to resolve with thoughts and quick questions which were unresolvable. All of this happened instantaneously, and I could feel the mind as it sped up even faster. Soon, though, there would be no more need for the mind to comment, and it would drift to the side, almost unnoticed.No sooner had my bearings began to settle from that abrupt realization that the floor fell out from under everything for the final time. It was the most thorough caving-in ever. The path was being fallen off of, once and for all.The fourth line rang out from the tiny congregation –

Begotten, not made

I said the words as well, just like I had a thousand times before. Only this time, I looked “out” into the world as I said them, and “knew” that what I was “seeing” out there was this very truth of those four lines combined – as far as it could be said, heard or even expressed while still clinging to even a hint of duality of any kind. God was seeing God. Light was seeing Light. True God was seeing True God. Unmanifest was encountering Manifest - in full cognizance.

I do not know how I was able to remain standing. I was doubled over internally. This revelation was far too much for the entity when it was first encountered during the transformation a few days before. It was survived because what was also shown at the time was the fact - from this ‘initial’ transformative perspective at least - of total Union with the universe. Yet now it was obvious that this truth had not only been in plain sight since day one, but it had also been reflected in the human-made creed all along.

How could it be? How could “I” be? How could all of this be? All of creation seemed to scream out unfathomable truth. Even the fallible words appeared to point toward the Answer. This was beyond overwhelming.

Yet even THEN, there was a hint of unfolding “know”ing – an unresolved pressure, or unfulfilled context, remained right below the surface.

The focus was on the word “from”. “I” had an epiphany in this hint of “know”ing that there was something even beyond the truth just seen and heard. And it had to do with resolving, in some manner, the use of “from”, and the division it appeared to put upon an even deeper view of truth. “From” was removed. All words on either side, all pointers left and right, fell away. There was nothing.

A few days earlier, the key had been turned to open in full cognizance to the transformation. Now it seems as if the same key had been used on a trapdoor beneath me. And when the “from” dropped, the tumblers rolled and the floor opened up.

And that’s when I started to sink.

Internally. This was not an out-of-body phenomenon. However, at the same time that I was standing in the chapel, in cognizance it was if I was also flowing through quicksand, but there was no struggle. And as that flow continued, I “knew” that, once and for all, there truly was no “internally”. There truly was no “externally”. There was just perception.

And in that perception, beyond mind, beyond this or that, beyond bad or good, all opposites vanished. In that moment, and from that moment forward, all there was was “know”ing just perception. “I” understood, beyond words, beyond concepts, beyond thoughts, how IT all worked. There was no way a human could know, or even convey, these matters in the manner in which IT was “known” at that instant. The flood of “know”ing crested and swelled and revealed the equilibrium of the universe – beyond any notion of false separation whatsoever - in the blink of an eye. And yet, mysteriously, there was still a periphery awareness of the entity’s body standing, saying words - somehow. It was also totally apparent that this entire event was “happening” to nobody, especially to any particular nobody named “David”.

Wave after wave of “know”ing continued. It seemed infinite and yet impossibly was being revealed in what apparently was only a matter of relative moments. And in the final cresting wave, it was as if “I” had been turned around. What was seen behind me was everything “I” had ever heard and anything I had ever read during the lifespan of the entity’s narrative. This appeared to me as a flat landscape of words, stretching for miles out to the horizon. Then, all at once, it was if a blast of light shot “through” “me” and back across the landscape of those words from the past. Instantaneously, it appeared as if the words and the phrases rose into a massive relief map, highlighted with color as if they were mountains stretching all the way back to the day I was born. And I “knew” those mountains all at once – both one by one and simultaneously in some impossible way. And each of those mountains, it was revealed in “know”ing, was the truth, as expressed in those forms. This is something that was actually seen, appearing deep in cognizance. The truth revealed itself. And I understood how I had heard this truth thousands of times in thousands of places, but had never really heard it until right there, in that timeless moment. Each mountain appeared to call out to me, saying what the mind actually tried to comprehend back then. The mountain then blared out the true truth within those words, beyond the mind’s limited comprehension at the time. Each and every mountain did this. And with each revelation, EVERYTHING seemed so perfect. And I “knew”, once and for all, just HOW MUCH was pointing to the truth – to what “I” now “experientially” “knew”.

And perhaps because this was unfolding in relative form at a Mass - and perhaps because the entity in the narrative had had such difficulty resolving human usages of Gospel passages to harm individuals – maybe that is why all of the Scriptural mountains chimed in at once. And I saw in a blink of an eye how almost everything, EVERYTHING those words were truly pointing to and attempting to reveal was THIS. It was so clear I almost laughed – HOW could the entire “race” miss THIS when IT seemed so plain? And at that moment, I also “knew” how they could miss it - and even that was perfect.

There is nothing that can convey both the power and the humility. Impossible.

The mountains faded, but the “know”ing actively continued for some time in cognizance – as if planting crystals in perception which would then continued to stretch and sprout out as all unfolded.

And then there was No Thing.

As the creed drew to a close, I became hyper-aware of the body. The heart was a fiery kiln. The entire entity was processing the deepest waves of bliss and power that the nervous system had encountered since the transformation. The truth was finally known - All That IS IS Just Perception - Perception With No Perceiver.

These words - all of them, especially in these past few sections - seem laughable when seen as an attempt to convey it all. Almost any words do, nowadays. Yet they still arise. I still find the entity typing.

But I will not say the words of the creed ever again.

There is no need.

It was once written:

No eye has seen,

no ear has heard,

no mind has conceived…

When the universe brings “you” to this stark, magnificent threshold – “you” will “know” the rest.

Me Arises

The following short but dense series of proclamations can be seen as an exercise. I want you to put ‘yourself’ into it. I want you to picture your form, your name, your constructed and attached identity whenever a pronoun, or my name, are mentioned. Do this slowly and thoroughly. Take time between the words to let the sounds in your mind and the ideas that form to prattle away. Linger on each word in each sentence. Merely melt into every single term. You do not need to (and can not, intellectually, in any sort of complete manner) understand this in a thorough way. Simply be what is being describe. Use this exercise to shed more and more of your identity with the form you call ‘you’.

All is appearing in this narrative before my ‘eyes’ and even that illusion of perspective from ‘David’s’ eyes is faulty.

There is no ‘David’, and there is no other - meaning, there are no people.

‘David’ is only the animatron.

The vehicle whom Just Perception is encountering this experience around.

A vehicle whom life is ‘happening’ to from a supposedly particular vantage point.

Because ALL arises in Just Perception.

Yet there is the illusion that this is happening to a being named ‘David’.

That is how the story unfolds.

‘David’ as an individual does not exist.

All is happening automatically,

One unfathomably immense formation of atoms leading to the next formation.

In order.

And the arising of ‘David’ is just like the arising of table,

or of computer,

or of pencil.

The only narrative encountered by Just Perception

through the lens of ‘David’,

on a daily basis

is this one,

and it is a story.

Prior to awakening, it seems as if the narrative, as if life, is happening ‘to’ and ‘through’ ‘David’,

which is not the case.

After awakening, even through this narrative,

Just Perception knows Perception as All,

so as a result,

ALL is ‘awakened’.

The view, though limited

is not just ‘David’

as a point of perspective,

but Just Perception, period.

Just Perception is ALL.

The Biltmore

How can one possibly convey the difference - even in a cognitive, sensory manner - between how the world is perceived as a supposedly individuated human being, when put beside how it is to SEE after awakening to Just Perception?

The facet of sight - visual input alone - is what will be discussed here. And of visual input phenomena, I am only going to single out one component in particular. One which I call ‘seeing through TO’. There are several major points to deal with, and only space to even scrape over one of them at the current time. I am going to use two vacation trips to The Biltmore Estate in Asheville, North Carolina, to attempt to convey if not viscerally, at least in basic observational terms in a rational manner, at least one of the primary the difference found in the range of sight. These Biltmore trips, timed as they were a few months on either side of the transformation, have proven as a result to be a good basis for drawing comparisons. A way to look into multiple aspects of the “difference” between the traditional states of human cognizance and the awakened condition. As a result, those trips to the Biltmore will be culled from often.

The particular aspect of sight being discussed currently is, perhaps, one of the elements of visual input which became the most obvious almost immediately following awakening. In fact - this account presented notwithstanding - elements of this aspect to sight had been surfacing for months prior to the transformation. By the time the first visit to be discussed arrived, they were still slight overall. Following that first trip, though, the clarity increasingly grew and deepened for the next three months. This went on until Sept. 22nd of that year, when the final stages of the death took place. It deepened even more so three days later when the breakthrough to the resolution of Just Perception was cemented. From that point forward, this element of sight remained in place – overwhelmingly so, at first. That said, it was perhaps not until the second trip to the Biltmore two months later at the end of November that I was given the strongest and most overpowering example yet of just how different the world “looked”.

The Vanderbilt’s mansion in Asheville defies summation in the few sentences it will be treated with here. Magnificent and gigantic. Teeming. One simply has to wander the gardens. Or stroll through the converted barn. Or climb the three floors of the main spiral staircase. Or walk out onto one of the roof towers. To do so, you will be struck by the grandeur of this distinct man-made creation. Engulfed on all sides, as it is, by hills and by sky with no city structures for miles to scar the view.

It is perhaps one of the densest house ever - in terms of size and scope and possessions, packed into its floor plan space. Which, impressive as that square footage is – remains in many portions dwarfed by the amount of personal items, books, and works of art on display.

The Biltmore, in short, is full.

It is form incarnate, if that is not too silly a juxtaposition of terms.

In June of the year which would three months later bring the transformation, I went to Asheville to see and tour the Biltmore for the very first time. After a day of wandering in and out of the house, and along and around the property, I found myself up at the top of the steep hill which stretches back at a rising angle behind the entrance walkway. This view (beside the classic Roman columns and the accompanying statuary near the edge of the forest) is perhaps one of the most famous in terms of photographed images of the estate which can be found. One is looking down at the manner, technically. But because of the size of the hill, and the distance from the home itself, a viewer is actually directly parallel to the top of the mansion itself - and can therefore easily take in the mountains off in the distance behind the structure.

Standing there on our June trip, I took in that massive and beautiful sight just as any other tourist would. Reliving what I saw inside the great halls and libraries. Astonished at the facts of the construction just learned. Amazed that what I was seeing was easily the largest private residence in the entire country.

Just after Thanksgiving, the opportunity to visit the Biltmore at a time when it would be decorated for Christmas presented itself. I decided to make the trip. It was marvelous. There were numerous comparative “before and after” revelations as the evening tour through the house and the candle-lit grounds was made - this time awakened.

It was the next day, however, upon returning to the grounds for lunch and then to get a last look at the home, when the greatest visual anomaly in terms of sensory perception was encountered. In scope, it was the most awesome since awakening – and upon reflection, remains so to this day.

Seeing through TO, in essence, means that when form is perceived, it is being perceived in full cognizance that all there is is Just Perception. There is no “I” perceiving. There is no “witness” as such. The absolute is not “doing” the “perceiving” either. This is worded in such a way because to attach a verb - or any “human”-ims - to the absolute, is impossible. I know writers and teachers and ‘spiritual’ beings do this all the time. Part of the reason is due to the nature of language. Part of the reason is due to problems which arise in giving qualities to form when it is really Just Perception. Part of it is because some of those who attribute qualities to the absolute have not yet opened as fully to this devastating ‘reality’ as to have encountered the revelation which would have undone the trait of placing any ‘being’-ness onto an absolute to which no qualities can be attributed. As a result, one of the heightened qualities of sight once awakened, in the ‘experience’ of this entity and ‘others’ as well, is a distinct ability to detect the non-solidity of all form in the universe. Physics, of course, has proven this to be the case. The atomic structure of all form is ever-moving, and even hollow. In awakening, this truth is perceived visually. You see ‘through’ things. This is not like an X-Ray. In other words, more form is not noticed beneath a surface of outer form - as an X-Ray plate would reveal bone beneath flesh. Nor can you see objects behind other objects. What you do see, though, is ‘through’ the apparent density of, solidity of, or assumed objective reality of, any and all things that exist in form. This is a distinct, undeniable accompaniment to sight when awakened. One which in some manner ‘confirms’ that component of universal truth, and then simultaneously ‘applies’ that confirmation of “know”ingness visually into cognizance. It is apparently a purposeful occurrence, and in the case of this entity, it is the state of sight at all times.

As the top of the hill was reached, and I finally turned back to gaze upon the Biltmore, I saw through it.

I saw through TO the fact that - enormous as it was, full as it was, dense as it was - the Biltmore itself, quite obviously, was not.

I saw through TO also when it came to the mountains behind the manor. Though life exuded from the nature of that Earth-based form of the hills and the greenery, it was also apparent – ridiculously apparent - that they were not as well.

I stood there for a long, long time taking it all in. Seeing through TO all that was not there, but that only months before ‘had’ been.

It hadn’t been there then, either, actually. I simply could not see back then that there was nothing.

No Thing, with an overlay of a multi-million dollar mansion - stretched like gauze across the surface of the gapping dark brilliance of infinity.

Whenever I hear a question asked about what enlightenment is truly like - though the unanswerable answers are endless - what I SEE in response, is that day on the hill at the Biltmore.

“Let those who have eyes to see - ”

You know the rest.