J Krishnamurti – The Years of Awakening”.

On that day I had the most extraordinary experience. There was a man mending the road: that man was myself; the pickaxe he held was myself; the very stone which he was breaking was a part of me; the tender blade of grass was my very being, and the tree beside the man was myself. I almost could feel and think like the roadmender, and I could feel the wind passing through the tree and the little ant on the blade of grass I could feel. The birds, the dust, and the very noise were a part of me. Just then there was car passing by at some distance; I was the driver, the engine, and the tyres; as the car went further away from me, I was going away from myself. I was in everything, or rather everything was in me, inanimate and animate, the mountain, the worm, and all breathing things”.


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Suggestion…
Don’t look for it his way. Or anybody else's way.
They are unique; you are unique.
May be similar, may not.

(In fact, don’t look at all. If you look, you can only look via the conditioned mind - and the mind cannot embrace this level. Just be open - to whatever.)

And when you think it could not possibly be better than what is happening - stay open. It maybe that: ‘You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

These realisations are starting to happen to many - as they never have before. Maybe you? Up to you. Don’t hold - anything. Just let what is, be what is.

Conundrum: 'All is change, and nothing changes.'