“From Philanthro-me to Philanthro-we”
I developed a theory a few months back. It still needs some work, but the bones of it are solid. It builds upon the common theme of our life cycle as a journey of discovering our most authentic self. It includes Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs, but takes it a bit further. Through this lens, I saw philanthropy as an essential, inevitable step in the evolution of humanity.
To be clear, I see philanthropy as being different from charity, though there are times that the two go hand-in-hand. Charity is focused more on addressing the symptoms of dis-ease and devastation, whereas philanthropy aims to address the underlying cause leading to dis-ease and devastation.
When we nourish the fundamental heartache of humanity, we nourish ourselves as well. We give self-fully, because we have tapped into the inherent fulfillment which is our birthright. We are grateful for any opportunity to share that wealth, not simply because it feels good to share, but because it aligns with the fullest possible expression of ourselves, and that alignment feels good. On the other side of that experience, we may look deeply into the heart of the situation to which we have given aide and see our own self looking back. It is the ultimate form of intimacy: the circle completes itself.
As I look around this life, I see clearly how low the bar for humanity is currently set. Growing up in a middle class life in a first world country had certainly spoiled me. The first four decades of my life were spent trying in vain to gain some sense of purpose: I couldn’t see that my very being here was inherently purposeful. In that ignorance, I both experienced and caused greatly unnecessary heartache to myself and others whom I love so deeply.
On the other side of awareness lies great responsibility, and even greater liberation. I can no longer hide beneath the veil of ignorance or fear. It is unclear to me how all of this will unfold, but I feel the inevitability of global philanthropic ventures as clearly as I feel my heart beating within my chest.
This is not simply about my evolution. This is an essential stage in the evolution of humanity. When we realize that self-actualization is not the final stage of evolution for humanity, the story shifts from philanthro-“me” to philanthro-“we”.
“Giving as a Way of Living”
The first three years after moving into my new space was a time of healing. I had discovered that fear, depression, loneliness, insecurity, and the like, were merely conditioned energetic patterns in need of some compassionate “rewiring”. I held steady to the light of consciousness as these troubled demons from my past came to visit me. I’d “invite them in for tea and conversation”, and they would reveal to me their fears. I’d comfort them, and share my light, and the splinter would be healed.
I am grateful for the experiences of my life, for they have served me well and kept me safe long enough to find the answers I’d never known I was looking for. All those colloquial sayings have taken on new, deeper meanings: such as “You cannot love someone who hasn’t first learned to love themselves.”
I discovered that the end of the world as we know it is merely the beginning of a world unknown: A world ripe for exploration and brimming with possibilities never before imagined. When one takes stock in all they have lived through, even death is realized to simply be a new adventure. This realization brings with it a sense of fearlessness, allowing one to step boldly in an inspired direction: To trust their inner voice even if they don’t know why.
As my wiser, compassionate self looks back now at the child I once was, I see how all my giving was done in an effort to receive. The intention of giving was there, but it needed some maturing before I could blossom into the philanthropist I was born to be.
Now I give, but not in hopes of gaining anything. It is unmotivated in the conventional sense. I’m simply aligning with the fullest possible expression of myself.
I give every day: I give my smiles. I give my opinion. I give my support. I give hugs. I give my unconditional attention. I create a safe, compassionate, nonjudgmental space to give to people so they may explore the unanswered questions they have. I bow to the world in each moment, while simultaneously standing tall. Standing clear in my own life bestows a happy byproduct of empowering others to do the same. I give safe harbor to loneliness and fear, releasing them at last from the undeserved bad rap they have been given. I give light to misconceptions so that others can find their own way through the darkness they face.
I give without reason, without expectation, without motivation, and without need. I give out of the abundant wealth that flows through me each day. I give without needing to know why.
By giving, we complete the circle of our lives. We connect with ourselves in a new way, and see ourselves more clearly. In that way, I suppose giving is an act of selfishness, but in a healthy kind of way.
I encourage you to give lavishly to yourself: give yourself credit for having made it this far, give yourself space to heal, give yourself acceptance for the missteps along the way, give yourself a moment to be grateful, give yourself permission to be vulnerable, give yourself trust to know what step to take next, give yourself courage to face uncertainty, give yourself strength to handle whatever comes next, and give yourself reminders to be humble.
In giving to ourselves, we have more to give to the world. We are abundant giving machines when we can set reason aside for a moment and experience life unfiltered.
(epilogue to follow . . . )
“Giving as a Path to Clarity”
In light of this new perspective, I was filled with such deep compassion. I was brought to my knees in the face of the arrogance I had demonstrated in all the ways I had gotten it wrong. I tried to share this new eternal perspective with my spouse, but he was unprepared and taken aback by my newfound voice.
Within two months it occurred to me that divorce might be the most compassionate solution to our troubled relationship, but I was not entirely convinced. I had been wrong about so much: what if I was wrong about this too? Perhaps we were supposed to be “that” couple who had overcome impossible odds, only to rise as a shining example of what is possible when two people are truly committed to each other. I felt so deeply that divorce was the right answer, but I still didn’t trust my voice. Instead I was left with empty questions.
Withdrawing into the silence, I asked myself why: Why did divorce seem to be the best answer? I couldn’t put my finger on it. I mean, there were plenty of reasons both for and against, but there was no one compelling reason in either direction.
And then the answer came to me. It burst up from inside me like a raging volcano. In the silence of the question, I finally understood why divorce truly was the only viable step! The answer: I needed to stop asking “why”. Instead I needed to simply trust my insights, and trust that I had the wherewithal to handle whatever would happen as a result.
Within six months, the house was sold, my girls and I were moving into a beautiful apartment in the same school district, and my spouse had secured a new space two hours south from us as a result of a job opportunity which he couldn’t afford to pass up.
In the final months of my marriage, I performed my first act of authentic philanthropy. I would compassionately give, but not “in hopes of” gaining anything in return. I would give up needing to know why, and begin learning to trust myself beyond all reason.
(to be continued . . . )
In the days that followed, an excited curiosity took up residence in the space that had once been filled with frustration and self-hatred. I went about addressing the needs of the family without engaging in any mental or emotional drama of what it was that needed done. “Everyday life”, especially the most mundane activities, became a source of fascination interlaced with joy. I found myself one day washing the dishes and not hating that I was the one who had to always wash them. I felt the warmth of the water, the soft playfulness of the bubbles, and drank in the sweet fragrance of the soap, all as if for the first time. What else had I been missing?
I felt as if I’d gone insane, and laughed at myself for how much I was enjoying these basic and necessary activities which I had been grumbling about all this time. Folding laundry, cleaning the kitchen, vacuuming, making dinner: These were all doorways leading to deep experiences of joy and resounding peace which had been unsuspectedly at my fingertips for years.
Three months later, at four in the afternoon, I experienced a radical spontaneous awakening. All at once I saw the perfection and necessity of all things good, bad, and imperceptible. Every experience that had seemed so harsh and wrong was seen and understood for what they were. All the dots connected seamlessly.
There was no longer any need to argue with “what is” because everything was exactly how it needed to be to support the evolution of perception. I had to stop the internal argument first, though, before I was capable of learning that truth. Disengaging from the drama of my personal life opened up the possibility of seeing life from this new vantage point of “all time”.
I saw how in trying to be what someone else needed me to be for them effectively nullified any possibility of sensing any intrinsic worth or value of my own. The thing of it was, in trying to be a source of peace and refuge for someone else, I was unable to be that for myself. This left me with no foundation on which to stand, and the most I could hope for in life was to find someone to allow me to occupy a little space in theirs. “Someone”, however, is an extremely low bar to set.
I could see how my inability to love myself was also the key to my spouses inability to feel my unconditional love for him. If I considered myself to be worthless, even unconsciously, than any love I offered would, by default, be just as worthless. It would have taken a saint to see through the lies I held as truth, and to love me in any meaningful way in spite of my inability to love myself. Perhaps a saint could have shown me how to unfold my love through a more open and safe experience.
But that was not to be part of my journey. Instead, it happened amidst bunkers, bombshells, and the bilge of treasonous warships. It happened, though, and that’s all that really matters.
In a pivotal moment out of time, I would give up ideals and gain a wealth of insight. Compassion became the lens through which I viewed the world, and perfection stood revealed where once I had only seen empty hardship.
(to be continued . . . )
After years of trying and failing to create some peace for my spouse and hating myself for not being able to do so, I surrendered all hope of being a safe harbor for anyone. In other words, my bar which had been set so low simply fell away into oblivion, and I was left with no bar at all.
I was a mother of two beautiful girls by then, and so taking my own life was no longer the viable alternative that it once seemed to be. Trapped in unfamiliar territory, breathing, but no authentic sense of purpose for doing so, I was compelled to set forth a new understanding of myself in relation to the world around me.
Late that night after my family was asleep, I crept downstairs wrapped in silent darkness and opened a new Word document. With the computer as my witness, I declared my surrender, and set forth the new terms under which I would abide in this life:
“It’s not that what I want comes last, it’s that what I want doesn’t matter at all. I will be here to facilitate the needs and demands of my family with no concern or consideration for any needs of my own.”
I printed it out, trimmed it down to close margins, and tucked it away where only I would find it and could reference it easily should I ever forget my new agreement: Forfeiting my needs in exchange for peace for my spouse and children.
In a moment of despair, I would give up all hope, without hope of ever having hope again.
(to be continued . . . )
“Giving as a Last Resort”
It was in my first college class that I met the man I would spend the next two decades with. His principles and ambition were matched only by his charm. I held my prince in such high regard, and didn’t completely understand what he saw of value in me. Despite some “stress fractures” during our two year courtship, we decided to move in together. After a couple more rocky years, we decided to split up.
Six months later on the eve of my 24th birthday, I felt deeply lonely. The only options I saw from that familiar darkness were to either crawl back to my prince (if he would still have me) or kill myself. I bought a bottle of sleeping pills, and as I sat there in bed staring at them, I imagined the toll it would take on my mother. She had already suffered the loss of two of her five children: could I really be so heartless as to add to her pain? I set down the pills and picked up the phone to see if my prince was interested in giving our relationship another shot.
I asked him to marry me, to which he said yes. I never imagined our marriage would even last five years before he would leave me for someone else. This seemed reasonable in return for a reprieve from my darkest alternative. The marriage was turbulent from the beginning, with hurt feelings on both sides regarding our troubled courtship. Two years into the marriage we found out we were pregnant.
Looking back now, I can see that my energy had shifted at that point. I withdrew from the arguments with my spouse and went about my life on some sort of “auto pilot”. I was terrified of having a helpless being utterly dependent on me to provide safeness, inspiration, and love. I felt unworthy of such a role, but there was no way around the fact that I was going to be a mother. After our first daughter was born, I set about giving her what I felt I could, while simultaneously trying to keep some emotional distance so the infant wouldn’t mistakenly believe I was someone worth loving or depending on.
Suffice it to say that the following ten years of marriage and motherhood were a blur of codependent dysfunction at its finest. My spouse’s unhappiness, coupled with my self-loathing and the birth of our second child, resulted in the tragically toxic societal cliché of outward achievement masking empty despair.
During my second two decades of life, I would give my hand, in hopes of gaining a reprieve. I would give all I had, in hopes of beating the odds. I would give a backwards form of love, in hopes of protecting those I loved most from the illusion that I was worth loving.
(to be continued . . . )
“Giving as a Path to Sanity”
A few months after my 20th birthday, my oldest brother passed away in his sleep at the age of 29. He had been diabetic since childhood, and didn’t care enough to take proper care of himself. Despite the nine-year age difference, he was the sibling I had felt closest to. I think it was his passing that fueled a stunning revelation: I had survived my teen years, and had a full life ahead of me.
(It isn’t until just now that I see the ironical twist of how losing a sister at 10 doused my intention for life, while losing a brother at 20 ignited it.)
That May, I enrolled in a night class at a local college and began my 12 year journey towards a bachelor’s degree in Accounting. My boyfriend at the time was threatened by my sudden interest in life, and told me I had to either quit school or move out. The dysfunctional nature of our relationship was becoming increasingly evident to me, which made for an easy choice. I packed up my few belongings and moved in with my mother.
In a moment of sanity, I would give up despondency in favor of optimism.
(to be continued . . . )
“Giving as a Social Strategy”
Just before I turned 10, my next closest-aged sibling ran away from home. She was 16, and she had somehow managed to make her way from Kansas City to Key West where she fell victim to a bullet which had not been intended for her. I didn’t cry at her funeral, but I also didn’t believe she was dead. Yet somehow that event left me with a very real sense that I would not live to see the age of 20.
My low self-esteem was counterproductive to my misguided attempts to find love. In tenth grade I found kindred spirits amidst the “partying” crowd, and boys began to take more notice of me. I was a master chameleon, adapting myself to what I believed and hoped a love interest would find most desirable. In other words, their interests and hobbies became my interests and hobbies. Ultimately, I was more like an extra appendage than I was a partner: A poser-extraordinaire.
More than anything, I believed that my body was my most significant “offering”, so I pretty much gave it away in my desperate quest to feel like I mattered for a little while. I believed that if I ever got genuinely tired of trying to please other people, I could always just kill myself: a recurring sentiment that paradoxically kept me going in the emptiest of times as far back as I can remember.
Throughout my teen years, I would give up my claim on the future, and try in vain to matter each day. I would give silence, in hopes of being heard. I would give my body, in hopes of finding love. I would give understanding, in hopes of being valued. I would give up hope, in hopes of easing my despair.
(to be continued . . . )
“Giving as a Survival Tactic”
I was born with the capacity to provide safe harbor for humanity, though being so young I didn’t realize it at the time. It would take decades of wandering down dark, merciless roads before I would clearly see this inspired gift of compassion in the seeming face of all-out war.
I was the very last of five children, six years younger than my next closest-aged sibling. Amidst the chaos and ugliness of a family ravaged by dysfunction, abuse, and alcohol, my siblings found some refuge with each other while I was left to fend for myself. Instinctive survival skills were my true guardian, and were it not for that I feel I would not be here to share this tale of abiding liberation born of absolute oppression.
Before I even had words, my sense of self was garnered from the innate process of observing other’s attitudes towards me. This set the unseen bar which shaped the attitude and opinion I held of myself, and directed the undetectable ideals of what I felt I was deserving of in life: ideals which effectively reduced the understanding of my intrinsic capacity from one of providing a source of peace and refuge for those bruised, battered, and war-torn by life, to one of simply hoping against hope to find just one person in this world for whom I could provide safe harbor.
Throughout these formative years, I would give space to my mother, in hopes of somehow making her troubled life just the slightest bit easier. I would give even more space to my father, in hopes he would forget I even existed. I would give careful attention to my siblings, in hopes they might invite me into their circle. I would share my imagination with my schoolmates, in hopes of making a much needed friend. I would give shy smiles to strangers, in hopes they would think well of me.
(to be continued . . . )
Good morning Friends! Two months ago I reintroduced my blog, and expanded my topics from “Self” and “Relationships” to now include insights on “Your Life’s Work” and “Philanthropy”. I realized yesterday that I haven’t shared many insights on philanthropy, and thought I would write about that topic today.
As I started writing, it grew rapidly into a much longer post than usual. I decided to try something a bit different this week by posting a on-going, week-long series on Philanthropy. Not sure how it will all work out since I have only written about 200 words of it so far, but it will be interesting to see how it unfolds.
The thing is, as I started to write about it, I realized that philanthropy is more than just a topic of great interest to me: it is really the story of my life. As such, these posts are going to be quite a bit more personal than I’ve shared in the past, but it feels like it will be a story worth sharing.
I’ll leave it at that for now. You can expect the “official” Part 1 later today. I hope you enjoy the ride!
Stepping, and the space in which a step occurs, are inextricable.
Liberation is inevitable as awareness shifts from the former to the latter.
Maslow only had it partly right: Self-actualization is a peak experience individuals can strive towards and perhaps reach. He theorized that this was the final stage of our life’s journey, but it turns out that this stage is simply the platform from which a new adventure begins.
We now stand in our same shoes, though to us they look brand new.
It is essential that we use our time at the peak to patiently take a thorough inventory of any fundamental needs that were not adequately integrated to that point. Only then can we step boldly onto unknown paths, free from any fear that our lives will come crumbling down around us as a result of some rookie mistake.
Sunny rays reflect
off masterful ice crystals
warming bitter winds
Before an experience of authenticity, nothing is ultimately satisfying. After an experience of authenticity, everything is inherently satisfying.
Going out to play.
Love, heartbreak: Two sides, one coin.
Home again, shoeless.
I used to climb mountains. Now the mountains climb me.
What is it that keeps us waking up in the same reality day after day? And especially when that reality is one that leaves us feeling unsatisfied or stifled or suffocated: why do we continue to subject ourselves to it? What is truly stopping us from creating that experience of life that we have always dreamed of?
Fear, in some form or another, is a likely culprit. And fear has so many different faces it is impossible to list them all here. But when we get to the very root of all fear, what we find is that it is a learned behavior, and a choice we are making to be afraid. We have been led to believe that fear is real and that fear is scary. Most of us use it as a guide to avoid certain situations because avoidance gives us an illusion of safety, and an illusion of comfort.
But even beyond that, I would assert that we often choose to be limited by that fear because we are more afraid of a world without limitations. Our minds run rampant with all sorts of visions of what people would do if they were not subject to a fear of the rules and laws, both expressed and implied, of sharing this world together.
But when we come to realize that we need not fear fear, we also realize that those “Mad Max” scenarios only serve to keep us from, and ultimately guide us to, our liberation from those fears. And when released, we possess a whole different understanding of what a world without limitations and fear means. In a very real way, in letting go of fear, we experience a feeling of safeness that far surpasses any we could ever achieve through guarding ourselves from fearful things.
Is it possible that there is an altruistic purpose for fear? Yes. Fear is an essential and beautiful attribute of humanity, and our willingness to accept fear at our very core allows us to discover a treasure greater than any we could have ever wished for or dreamed of.
Ask yourself the following question, but instead of looking for an answer in words, open to experiencing the true answer that resides beyond words: What is it that allows the fear to be here to be experienced in the first place?
The answer is not in the stillness that you experienced as you awaited a response, it is the stillness that experienced you. That stillness has always been here, available to you, holding you in good times and bad without fear or judgment. That stillness is what allows this experience of life to be unfolding, and it is limitless. As an expression of that stillness, we are limitless as well. The only thing that keeps us unaware of that limitlessness is our busy mind chatter and the significance that our minds place on form over stillness.
While at this point in our evolution there are some true limitations to how quickly and easily we can shift our realities, truly we are far less limited than we have come to believe. We have far more control over our lives than we realize, and when we can wake up to that fact, we tap into the inspiration and empowerment necessary to make any changes that need to be made, or find the fulfillment that was available to us in our current situation all along.
Our life situations then become a choice, and one that we gratefully make over and over. Because each situation is an active choice, we become a portal for timeless, unfettered creativity to enter this realm of conditioned time.
Deep down we know that any experience in form will ultimately be unsatisfying. By staying in unsatisfying situations, we are able to tap into the fears that are supporting that dissatisfaction. It is when we get inside the fear that we find release from all fear, and we are welcomed home into the love that was calling to us this whole time. It was always available to us, but because it was masked as fear, we resisted it.
Welcome fear. Allow it to serve you. Realize its purpose is to lead you home. Recognize that what were once unwelcomed feelings of fear are now your greatest signposts leading you on the path to your ultimate liberation from that fear entirely. It is the key to setting your spirit free from the illusive chains that limit your experience of bliss, but you can only open to it when you are ready to be done experiencing limitation.
Awakening to our eternal nature and realizing our absolute connectedness to all of life is something that must be directly experienced in order to be truly understood. Words and people can point us in the right direction, but ultimately it is a journey of one.
It is our willingness to set aside our beliefs and ideals in order to discover what is true beyond all beliefs and ideals that will deliver us from fear and the suffering it causes. It is a fear that arises from the illusion that we are exclusively separate beings in this experience of life, and when that apparent truth is revealed as being only relatively true, a healing occurs and fear is replaced with love. There is an experience of intense compassion, for ourselves as well as for others, for all the unskillful behavior that was perpetrated in service to that naïve illusion of separateness.
Gratitude then floods in for all we have and for the opportunity to experience it for the first time without judgment. There is gratitude for those who awakened before us for their service in paving the way so that we might discover the path for ourselves. And there is gratitude for the joy we find in each simple act, even if it is just breathing.
And then we settle in to the peace and perfection of this experience. Driven by love instead of fear, we bring the power of pure creative intent to each moment of our day as we reap the lessons available to us in our interactions with life. We tap into a wealth of inspired acts, and knowing beyond any doubt what it is we have to do, each task is infused with an intangible quality and effectiveness as we rise to meet the challenges we face with ease and certainty. Beyond that, the answers to so many of life’s questions that have plagued us are readily at our disposal.
From that platform, when we reach out to another in an open exchange, it is an opportunity to experience the truth of our connectedness to a new degree. We learn to trust, ourselves as well as others, in a way that we could never get to on our own. There is great power woven into the sincere offering of a clear reflection, as we listen without judgment to the words of another. In knowing another at that most intimate level, our own essential being stands more clearly revealed.
Our initial awakening is a moment that can only be experienced within ourselves, but once we have settled into that truth, it is helpful and useful to open ourselves to those around us so that we may experience that truth at the deepest level. Even those who still operate from a place of separateness can serve to expand our experience of it, as it is often they who challenge us most by highlighting conditioned patterns of judgment left over from our previous unenlightened state.
But when we can share with another who is deeply rooted in higher consciousness, our own experience of it is affirmed at an entirely different level. The exchanges that take place speak directly to those questions that continue to elude us, as sometimes we are just too close to the answer to be able to see it for ourselves. Even if no answers are offered in the exchange, just the simple act of asking out loud in the presence of another is enough to lead us to discover it for ourselves.
Awakening from the illusion of separateness is the birthright of every sentient being. It is a deeply personal experience of healing, and yet at the same time there is nothing “personal” about it. In honoring our connectedness to all life, we help others who are still suffering find their way to healing by not contaminating the field of consciousness with judgment and negativity. Their own illusions then stand unopposed, allowing them to witness the futility of their own conditioned thoughts for themselves. And when we are able to connect with other awakened beings, any lingering limitations of our own are revealed, and the extent of our healing continues to be experienced at ever deepening levels in the whole of life making it easier for others to awaken too.
When we are present, the mind-made stories stop, and past and future no longer resonate. We experience the stillness and connectedness within ourselves and all of life that holds the vibrating atoms that science tells us are the fundamental building blocks of life. It is the intangible properties of the nucleus of the atom that lend a sense of concrete reality to this dimension, but it is the unknowable stillness that pulses those particles into existence and binds them together to form those atoms that is the backdrop to this physical aspect of time within eternity.
That stillness organizes and orchestrates this ebb and flow of energy simply for the love and joy of creating. It is this stillness that is the true foundation of existence. It is our innate eternity beyond our mind-made, time-based self. When we are present to this moment, we open to the experience of our greater eternal composition. From a platform of presence, all things are realized to be as perfect as they are irrelevant. There is a strong sense of all that went into making that one moment possible, and a wave of gratitude washes over us, cleansing our minds momentarily of any thoughts of dissension.
From here, all things are seen as possible, but yet there is a sense that no changes are necessary. It is only when we fall back into thought, when we descend from that mountain top, that we become inspired to act in service to the whole of life. With a purpose beyond our own, we are infused with a sense of aliveness as we turn to face those things that have limited our beings in this experience of form.
Having shed the burden of carrying stories of individual triumphs and traumas that cluttered our minds and limited our beings, we see clearly the true issues that plague humanity and threaten our existence. In that gift of clarity, our efforts become aligned with the purposeful intent of creation. Freed from mind-made troubles, every breath and action becomes a celebration of the creative force that willed us into being.
To an eternal being, fear is recognized as just another aspect of love. It is fear that limits our experience of life, but through experiencing limitations our beings can learn to love in ways that they wouldn’t be able to otherwise. Without a fear of loss, one is limited in their ability to really appreciate the depth of all they have. Upon experiencing the truth that nothing can ever be gained or lost, fear is replaced with an undercurrent of unconditioned love.
Any limitations experienced from that point forward are recognized as conditioned thought, and as we shine the light of consciousness upon those fears, we are released ever deeper into our eternity. There is gratitude for those moments that used to tie us up in knots, as they serve to highlight the limitations that are still at work in the background of our psychology. As we unravel the stories that limit us, we find love was there with us every step of the journey. We experience the true purpose and meaning of life, as well as our own significance within the larger cosmic order, in a way that cannot be explained.
The physical quality to this dimension of our experience can seem absolute and all important. This gives rise to fear, and we exhaust immense energy in our futile attempts to guard against or escape those situations we have deemed as fearful. Upon awakening, we realize that what we have been guarding against all this time was nothing more than fearful stories of past and future. Then as fear surfaces, we turn towards it instead of running away. In opening to our fear, we tap into the love that was available to us all along.
The thing about tapping into conscious awareness is that in an instant you know “where” and “why” and “how” and “what” for all of about fifteen seconds (if you’re lucky), and the “who” just becomes irrelevant. Liberation is not a big enough word for that experience.
Then, your mind reboots and starts trying to grab onto it and make it into an identity: an experience “I” had, what “I” am, why “I’m” special. And then the mind starts diverting energy and effort to recapture that same experience, which of course it never can exactly: “You are now reentering the realm of “suffering”. Please keep your seat belts fastened and your hands in the cart at all times…”
Eventually you do shift again, and again, and again, ever deeper into the truth. Each time holds new lessons and each time finds deeper peace. You get more comfortable not knowing who you are anymore. Sure there is a person here, and that person can still function quite normally in the world. What aren’t here anymore are the thoughts that limited your being in this world.
To discover the depth of the truth of who you are, you need only become comfortable with not knowing, because it really is a moving target. It’s one thing to say “I am [fill in the blank]” and have those all be relative facts, but it’s another to be identified with those thought forms as being the absolute totality of all that you are. Essentially, it’s the thing that we have no way of knowing or describing that is more “us” than anything.
Words make us believe we know something, when really we just know about that thing (Eckhart Tolle, “A New Earth”). No “thing” is ever the same from one moment to the next, because we exist in a world of fluctuating energy. Essentially, one can never really know any “thing”. What you think of as “you” or “I” is really just a bunch of atoms being held together by the mystery of Life.
It is “that” that persists beyond existence that is who you are. We are that eternal conscious awareness, tuned to just the right frequency to hold energy in a state of matter until the biology breaks down beyond repair. Who are we then? Surprise, surprise: we are still “that” but without the burden of the filter of the mind-made, thought-and-stuff identified “self” that we kept trying to perfect all those years.
There is no need to wait until you die to discover eternity. It’s here now, and it is you. If it weren’t, it wouldn’t be eternal now would it? All you need to do to find it is just be who you are in this one moment and not create a mind-made identity out of it. Have thoughts, and then let them go: don’t seek to find yourself in them. Allow others to be who they are in that one moment, but don’t make their thoughts or actions into their identity either. The moment you think you know them is the moment you are no longer in touch with your eternal self.
You will know you have tapped into your true essential nature when you can ask the question: “Who am I?” and then instead of filling up the space that follows with an answer, you get a warm, comforting feeling from leaving it blank. You know that that stillness is more “you” than any words could ever capture. When you know yourself as “that”, you no longer feel the need to try to fill up your “self” with stuff, because you know there is nothing you can add to yourself that would make you any more complete or more fulfilled. Life then becomes about experiencing life, and your identity is then inseperable from that experience.