Perhaps we only feel our pure self in specific moments: the moment when the sun goes down or the weather changes; in a crisis or during those awkward, brief moments when etiquette fails us.
At most times, our “self” is just a reflection of our familiar landmarks and pathways, which happen to be pretty much the same as those of everyone else in the human landscape. Perhaps we are most ourselves when they fall apart – in the moments before they magically reassemble reassuringly.
In any such transitional moment, when something seems slightly different, perhaps ineffable, we best take notice. At such moments the recognition of our pure self is like death – an experience we fear by instinct yet which we ought intuit, as part of the cycle of life.
Dying itself is the quintessential falling apart, but our landmarks and pathways may in truth just reassemble themselves into something familiar. Our true self may reappear after a lifetime of being lost. Unfortunately, we are all too likely to miss the opportunity, and what we will notice (if we notice anything at all) will probably be a reflection of the landscape we have just left behind.
Unless we learn to see beyond our selfish, egoistic, clinging, human landscapes, unless we learn to consciously ritual while we are still alive – to be qualiadelic – only then might we gain a broader sense of our pure self so that we can approach death with an enlightened mind.
Imagine knowing who you really are while you are still alive!
Right in line with Neale Donald Walsch:
“Take a moment whenever anything is confronting you—something you call “good news” or you call “bad news”—& instruct your Mind to let you act as if you are out of your Mind.
Then notice your response emerge, producing a spontaneous demonstration of your Soul’s wisdom & awareness.”