If you missed my post from yesterday, I highly recommend reading it. I’m giving you some Christmas gifts and opening an exciting portal that will lead to magical places. Read here.
A world appears.
Characters appear.
Animal-friends appear.
Plants and clouds and stars and pizzas and cities appear.
And these appearances are absolutely luscious, juicy, rich, gorgeous, exquisite.
Yes, all this appears, but it is not what it seems to be.
This is the crucial point.
It is not what it seems to be.
Look closely at literally *anything* and you will notice that what it *actually* *is* cannot be said, thought, or known.
Look closely at literally *anything* and you will notice it is made entirely of pure unresolvable ______________.
It’s not that an event called “enlightenment” occurs and BANG!, suddenly there’s no more detail and differentiation—no more characters, thoughts, landscapes, and so on.
No, everything continues to appear just as before!
Nothing actually changes!
Because reality is *already* enlightenment and never departs from itself!
Reality *always* *is* exactly as it *is*!
There’s simply a sudden or gradual falling-away of the deeply-ingrained habit of confusing interpretations for reality.
You gradually come to no longer believe that your stories about characters and plots and so on actually say *anything* *accurate* about What This Is.
Nothing actually changes.
Because indivisible reality is already enlightened right now!
Reality is always already in its natural state.
It never departs from this actual condition.
The largest barrier to noticing this actual condition is the mental story that says, “There is a thing called ‘enlightenment’ and it’s somewhere else and I’ve got to jump through elaborate spiritual hoops and eventually maybe 20 years or 200 lifetimes from now I’ll find it.”
Hooey! Hogwash! Balderdash!
“Enlightenment” is what everything is made of!
It’s the only thing here!
Though it’s not a ‘thing.’
And it can’t be found.
Meaning it cannot be defined or pinned down as ‘this’ or ‘that.’
Pure intelligence is the only thing here.
It is what is ‘doing’ me and you right now, same as it is ‘doing’ the clouds in the sky.
It is also ‘doing’ the interpretations that spontaneously arise and hoodwink us into believing that they accurately depict reality. It’s also ‘doing’ the believing of these interpretations.
Thank God for these wonderful believed-in interpretations, for they allow the entire dance of this delicious human life to occur!
They enable reality to appear as “a world of separate objects and beings moving through time and space and going on wild adventures.”
This story of “a world of separate objects” is true as far as it goes—experientially real. Like all reality-tunnels it’s true within its own context.
But it cannot see what is outside of its context. It does not know it is has blinders on.
It cannot see what the objects and beings and time and space and adventures and *the believed-in interpretations that give rise to all these* are themselves *made of*.
“Well, tell us, tell us, what are they made of?!”
That’s the tricky thing again, hahah.
It can’t be said!
Any word I could say—including “consciousness,” “fullness,” “openness,” “Source,” “The Absolute,” “God,” etc.—is not it.
Yet, miracle of miracles, it can be discovered.
It can notice itself.
If only for a few moments, give everything back.
Give back all names, assumptions, images, descriptions, definitions, expectations, neediness, identities, and belief systems.
Give it all back and go to the here-ness.
Be with the here-ness.
Where is it all appearing?
Here.
Always simply here.
“Here-ness” is one term we can use to point at the context.
The ‘space’ in which all this is appearing and dancing.
Notice the here-ness, the presence, the is-ness, the being-ness.
As you do this over time, you gradually begin to notice that here-ness is the only thing here.
Presence is the only thing here.
Then you can eventually notice that even “presence” cannot be found.
Cannot be located, pinned down, understood, or known.
And then there can be a release into non-knowing.
A release into the unsayable and unknowable.
A release into the only ‘thing’ that’s actually here.
That which all ‘things’ are made of.
That which is entirely at peace with itself.
That which is called _______________.
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Your desire for things to be different from how they are is contingent upon your assumption that you actually know how or what things are.
You don’t.
What would happen if you gave back all supposed knowing of how or what things are?
What would you be left with?
Simply this, as it is, as it always has been, as it always shall be.
Love,
JB
P.S. And as this peace is discovered, what then? Well, whatever the hell you desire. 😂 Whatever game excites and delights your soul. It’s all valid; it’s all weightless; it’s all made of air. I deeply enjoy the game of being what I am, having fun and being silly, loving all beings that appear in my field as wholly as I can, making my entire life an art-work / prayer / wild adventure, living with honor, and playfully melting cages / liberating consciousness.
If you feel drawn to a similar path, definitely join us for The Astonishing Miracle of Existence Retreat, 1 month of Infinity Mentorship, and inside the Ouroboros Discord Community. In case you missed it, all of this is a Christmas gift from me to you. : )
P.P.S. My dear brother Aleksander Brankov is running a 7-day challenge starting December 21st, on the Solstice, to help you reclaim your Sovereign Power. It’s called The Coronation. There’s no cost to join. I’m participating in the container. Join us!
Jordan Bates is a teacher, wizard, artist, writer, trickster, rapper, and lover of Tao. For the past 11 years, he’s been on a devoted quest for truth that has led him to 33 countries and the far reaches of inner space. Through his writing, music, courses, retreats, communities, & 1:1 mentoring, he’s reached millions and assisted thousands of individuals in their journeys of remembering and being who they truly are. Find him on Telegram, Instagram, Twitter, etc., and view his latest books/albums/offerings here.