Father, Son, and Everyone
As a young man, I marveled that throughout the seemingly thousands of times my father criticized me, he always appeared to be talking about himself. For a good part of my life, I also wondered why.
Now I know: The world we see is a reflection of the limitations inherent in us.
But this is only the case, until it’s not.
Here’s what I mean: Everyone adopts, to a certain degree, the fundamental or culturally conditioned presumption that duality is real—that mind and matter, subject and object, or he or she and everything else are separate or distinct. That experience is divided into what is me (a finite mind and body) and what is not me (everyone and everything else). Yet at some point, be it right now, in a year, twenty years, or when death is near, we sense something different. We no longer feel or recognize ourselves as separate. Thus, to a certain extent, we’re no longer influenced by the belief in a separate self, separate world, separate objects, separate others, or even a separate God.
In other words, when an apparently separate self turns the same knowing through which it knows objects inward, when it takes a real look at itself, limitations vanish and true nature or a shared Consciousness is revealed. Often, this inquiry is prompted through the encouragement, guidance, or mere presence of a teacher, loved one, or friend. And it inspires such questions as: Who am I? Within who do thoughts, feelings, and perceptions appear and disappear? Who is it that’s aware of thoughts, feelings, and perceptions? Can who I am be tarnished by thoughts, feelings, and perceptions?
In fact, it is this self-inquiry that leads to the recognition that we are not a limited mind and body, but rather the immortal container, Consciousness, in which everything takes place. And when this happens, all objects and others are divested of their apparent limitations, too.
And the so-called practical perk of this recognition?
A world seen is still a reflection. But not of separation, isolation, insecurity, and lack (or judgment, criticism, or ridicule)—but of Love. What we see is forever informed by the one Being we share.
This is the reason I present these weekly articles. In a world seemingly divided, my hope is that their presence guides you, me, and my father—at this late and trying stage of his life—inward toward Source’s pathless path. That we’ll wake up to who we truly are: a shared, infinite, and eternal Consciousness. That we’ll see that the separate selves we’re conditioned to be are merely objectifications of the only Self there is. That, ultimately, we’ll know nothing but one. Nothing but Peace. Nothing but Love.
No doubt, we’re ready.
Inward and up,