04-23-2008, 12:00 AM
Hi Vrill,
"If we can somehow return to that consistently, this is where it gets difficult, then we can refine the energies of the impressions we receive.
One way to get there is to assume a zen like "don't know mind". Or as one of my teachers stated "I have no attention"
We have to empty our cup, completely, and then some more, to get a Real Impression.
Real Impressions are objective, vs. subjective. So much of the time we are caught up in the subjective.
Does anyone know anything about Real Objectivity? If I am in that place occasionally Seeing Happens. Maybe it's grace."
It is appropo that you are describing a state that I found myself in this morning while waiting for coffe to perk. I might describe it as not doing of mind, or
lack of prejudging. It is a state in which you do not bow to the dictates of "familiarity". Or prejudging might be a way to put it. According to
Castaneda we put our world together at a certain early age as infants. I have no reason to doubt this.
Since that time we base our world view upon that learned experience by the familiarity of that mode of our minds. In other words, we do to the input of this
world what we have always done for as long as we can remember.
The practice of stopping the internal dialog while observing the way the mind works can, over the course of time, break you of the habit. Or maybe a better way
to put it is that it enables you to bypass this function of mind as well as recognise it.
That is not doing. Not doing what we have always done to the input, (visual, auditory, etc.) that reaches us from our environment.
For me this morning, the world became sploches of color with no depth perception at all. (another learned function of mind) Those colors were the pick-up truck
in the driveway and the wall in the kitchen and the trees and grass, etc. They became energy of colors, meaning nothing. No form or distinction between the
various objects/colors. No meaning, just a feeling of energy.
I may not be putting it into words very well, but it relates to Don Juan saying that stopping the internal dialog was more than a mere curtailing of words. It
is more like not thinking at all. Especially in the way that breeds the familiarity described above.
"If we can somehow return to that consistently, this is where it gets difficult, then we can refine the energies of the impressions we receive.
One way to get there is to assume a zen like "don't know mind". Or as one of my teachers stated "I have no attention"
We have to empty our cup, completely, and then some more, to get a Real Impression.
Real Impressions are objective, vs. subjective. So much of the time we are caught up in the subjective.
Does anyone know anything about Real Objectivity? If I am in that place occasionally Seeing Happens. Maybe it's grace."
It is appropo that you are describing a state that I found myself in this morning while waiting for coffe to perk. I might describe it as not doing of mind, or
lack of prejudging. It is a state in which you do not bow to the dictates of "familiarity". Or prejudging might be a way to put it. According to
Castaneda we put our world together at a certain early age as infants. I have no reason to doubt this.
Since that time we base our world view upon that learned experience by the familiarity of that mode of our minds. In other words, we do to the input of this
world what we have always done for as long as we can remember.
The practice of stopping the internal dialog while observing the way the mind works can, over the course of time, break you of the habit. Or maybe a better way
to put it is that it enables you to bypass this function of mind as well as recognise it.
That is not doing. Not doing what we have always done to the input, (visual, auditory, etc.) that reaches us from our environment.
For me this morning, the world became sploches of color with no depth perception at all. (another learned function of mind) Those colors were the pick-up truck
in the driveway and the wall in the kitchen and the trees and grass, etc. They became energy of colors, meaning nothing. No form or distinction between the
various objects/colors. No meaning, just a feeling of energy.
I may not be putting it into words very well, but it relates to Don Juan saying that stopping the internal dialog was more than a mere curtailing of words. It
is more like not thinking at all. Especially in the way that breeds the familiarity described above.

