Don’t let your mind create a “me” out of You.
Any “me” is false, a lesser version of You. No matter how good or noble that “me” is, it’s not real, it’s not true. The temptation to hold Yourself into a “me” is constant, but You are here to see through all this “me-ing”.
However you feel about “me” ... it’s not You. Don’t let the mind define you. Don’t let your ideas about yourself be who you are. Don’t let the “me” thoughts and feelings control your world.
You, the real you, cannot be contained by any thought or feeling. That’s all the “me” is, thoughts and feelings about You, congealing into a “me”.
“Me” has no substance, “me” is not real, it’s not true no matter what it is.
Stop now.
Slip out of any thought that arises. Let the thought come, then let it go. Watch with curiosity ... investigate how the thought “me” arises and takes hold. Observe how the “me” idea takes shape, filling itself with feeling and identity. As you see/feel the “me” manifest, let it go. Pull back. Pull out. Breathe. It’s not You. That “me” idea, that “me” thought is only possible through the grace of Presence ... You.
You allows “me” to exist by lending its attention to that which arises ... that “me” thought. You then lend it your vitality, your life-force, your very essence ... and that “me” thought grows. If we are unaware of the process, the “me” thought will believe itself to be real, the centre of reality ... the centre of attention, and so it is, so it has become – the centre of attention. But, that “me-ness” is a construct, a fabrication of consciousness ... it’s simply a thought/feeling that has become a habit.
In seeing this we are free. We are able to find some space in here, and no longer believe that “me” to be the be all and end all it thinks it is.
You ... that you that allows all things to manifest, to be birthed within you is graciously allowing all things to be.
But there comes a moment when You “see” what’s happening and “me” is seen for what it is. And You are free.
Immediately and unconditionally free.
The following piece by Reverend Safire Rose describes one such moment:
He let go. Without a thought or a word, he let go. He let go of the fear. He let go of the judgments. He let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around his head. He let go of the committee of indecisions within him. He let go of all the “right” reasons. Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, he just let go.
He didn’t ask anyone for advice. He didn't read a book on how to let go. He didn't search the scriptures. He just let go. He let go of all the memories that held him back. He let go of all the anxieties that kept him from moving forward. He let go of the planning and all of the calculating about how to do it just right.
He didn't promise to let go. He didn't journal about it. He didn't write the projected date in his Day-Timer. He made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. He didn't check the weather report or read his daily horoscope. He just let go.
He didn't analyze whether he should let go. He didn't call his friends to discuss the matter. He didn't do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment. He didn't call the prayer line. He didn't utter one word. He just let go.
No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked him or praised him. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, he just let go. There was no effort. There was no struggle. It wasn't good and it wasn't bad. It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, he let it all be. A small smile came over his face. A light breeze blew through him. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.
He didn't promise to let go. He didn't journal about it. He didn't write the projected date in his Day-Timer. He made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. He didn't check the weather report or read his daily horoscope. He just let go.
He didn't analyze whether he should let go. He didn't call his friends to discuss the matter. He didn't do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment. He didn't call the prayer line. He didn't utter one word. He just let go.
No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked him or praised him. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, he just let go. There was no effort. There was no struggle. It wasn't good and it wasn't bad. It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, he let it all be. A small smile came over his face. A light breeze blew through him. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.
