We accept the reality of the world with which we are presented.
- The Truman Show
The filter of illusion occurs in the split-second that it takes one to engage the ego-mind. Meditation pulls one into the present moment wherefrom infinity pours, raw and unfiltered, imbued with TRUTH and the LIGHT THAT HEALS ALL LIGHT. Try to apprehend it with the senses, however, and the fountain of the present moment instantaneously condenses into a vast array of finite objects, which upon closer examination turn out to be altogether different & separate from the experience: Instead one perceives a collection of reference points within one’s own consciousness, comprising attributes of a little replica universe, but conforming to one’s belief systems, habituated thoughts, and conscious/unconscious expectations/fears/desires. In a mundane waking state (absent mindfulness / meditation) one is reflecting on fresh memories of perception, rather than perceiving directly. This is one reason why it’s so hard to explain consciousness. You can’t describe to someone what it feels like to sit in the rain; it has to be experienced.
A well-known scientist (some say it was Bertrand Russell) once gave a public lecture on astronomy. He described how the earth orbits around the sun and how the sun, in turn, orbits around the center of a vast collection of stars called our galaxy. At the end of the lecture, a little old lady at the back of the room got up and said: “What you have told us is rubbish. The world is really a flat plate supported on the back of a giant tortoise.” The scientist gave a superior smile before replying, “What is the tortoise standing on?” “You’re very clever, young man, very clever,” said the old lady. “But it’s tortoises all the way down!”
What is the creator and why is it still creating? The experiencer and the experienced all coming from the same source. The question and the answer existing simultaneously. Who is this I inside of me? The goal is to get beyond labels and forms. yet there is no goal. The thought of this form is nothing more than temporary identification. An illusion. Should the past be treated as anything more than a dream? fragments of reality churned through infinite cycles producing identifiable patterns that represent our karmic burden.