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  • Every day RIGPA Glimpse Of The Day sends me wise words. Yesterday it was this:

    "In death all the components of the body and mind are stripped away and disintegrate. As the body dies, the senses and subtle elements dissolve, and this is followed by the death of the ordinary aspect of the mind, with all its negative emotions of anger, desire, and ignorance. Finally nothing remains to obscure our true nature, as everything that in life has clouded the enlightened mind has fallen away. And what is revealed is the primordial ground of our absolute nature, which is like a pure and cloudless sky.

    This is called the dawning of the Ground Luminosity, or Clear Light, where consciousness itself dissolves into the all-encompassing space of truth."

    I think and think about this. I want so desperately to understand.

    Meditation teachers ask us to watch the wave of existence of a thought. The thought arises, exists and vanishes. It seems that it arises from NOTHING and once the wave of its existence is over, it vanishes into NOTHING. Wise Buddhist masters compare this to the flight of a bird through a blue and clear sky: it leaves no traces behind.

    Then, they say, there is a gap between the thought that has ended and the following thought, which has not yet arisen.

    Meditating you try to catch this gap and make it last a little longer. In that gap you experience THE GROUND OF BEING.

    I have meditated quite a bit for several decades, but have never been able to catch that gap between two thoughts.

    It seems that after you have died, your body rots and all the obscurities of mind are stripped away and you see the primordial ground revealed, you finally cannot avoid experiencing THE GROUND OF BEING.

    Is it what Christians call SOUL?

    Buddhists tell me: No, it is not the soul, there is no soul, but there is THE DEATHLESS.

    All this calls my deep attention. I think and THINK, but cannot grasp it and get Jean - Claude´s headache.

    Then I wonder if maybe my thinking - wheels will never reveal what I so passionately desire. Maybe I have to become very tiny and impressively humble. Maybe THEN, as a surprise in the most unexpected moment, realization will shower upon me as a grace from Heaven?

    I would love that. It would transform Death into a completely different entity.


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