What am I, really? The beautiful thing...is nobody can tell us what we are. Nobody can really tell us. Not in a way that's going to be satisfactory to us. Our true nature is self-authenticating. When we bump into our true nature, it authenticates itself. Something inside us knows. This...is what has been sought for, longed for, looked for. This is it. Usually, it's not what we expected.
AdyashantiSilence and stillness are not states and therefore cannot be produced or created. Silence is the non-state in which all states arise and subside. Silence, stillness and awareness are not states and can never be perceived in their totality as objects. Silence is itself the eternal witness without form or attributes. As you rest more profoundly as the witness, all objects take on their natural functionality, and awareness becomes free of the mind's compulsive contractions and identifications. It returns to its natural non-state of Presence.
AdyashantiWhat would happen if you were to allow everything to be exactly as it is? If you gave up the need for control, and instead embraced the whole of your experience in each moment that arose?
AdyashantiWhen we see the world through our thoughts, we stop experiencing life as it really is and others as they really are. When I have a thought about you, thatโs something Iโve created. Iโve turned you into an idea. In a certain sense, if I have an idea about you that I believe, Iโve degraded you. Iโve made you into something very small. This is the way of human beings, this is what we do to each other.
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