I dreamed that I was aware of looking a certain way, a certain gender, to others interacting with me. Yet “I” was deep down. I knew they couldn’t see/hear me through conceptions of what I, and therefore my life, was supposed to mean according to my gender, on the surface.
I learned last night, due to not being able to sleep and turning on a Buddha at the Gas Pump interview, that there is a modern term for that experience of the gap between thoughts, for the resting place that interrupts the usual stream to such a degree that radical change is possible: a pure consciousnessContinue reading “Pure Consciousness Experience”
When did all these wonderful spiritual teachers appear?