Reflecting on Huxley’s Perennial Philosophy (Chapters 1-3)
You are the whole of the all. You are everywhere the same. I see in you that which I am. You are not becoming more. You are not less than. You are whole, complete, perfect, eternal as is. By perceiving yourself as the me of the body you have forgotten oneness in the face of separation. Know now that there is no other. You are the oneness, the whole of the all. There is nothing outside you. Nothing missing within.
The me of the body is limited by ignorance, desire, and self-interest. You are not your body. Your body is a representative of separation. Separation is illusion. The illusion that is the body’s life is existence as you know it.
Dancing is the witness to the dance. It manifests the dance and is witness to its existence. Twia is the witness within. It observes the body’s actions, feelings, and emotions. Twia manifests existence and is witness to the fears of the me of the body and their outcomes. Be the witness, not the body and its fears. To remember twia is to be your true nature that is the whole of the all.
There are no divisions in consciousness. Wholeness cannot be separated by distinctions. You are whole, complete, perfect, eternal in consciousness.
The way of the world is strong in its pull on the me of the body. The dream of separation is in the depths of the night. It has held you since time began. You are the dreamer afraid to awaken. You are the actor afraid to leave the stage. What role do you play without existence? That is your fear. And fear is the pull that keeps you asleep.
The rudiment of the teachings is this. There is an eternal field of infinite possibility that is intelligent and aware. Call it consciousness. Consciousness is totality. There is no edge to consciousness. There can be nothing that is not consciousness. It is total. In the world of existence this is oneness as opposed to separation. The me of the body is separation. The witness is oneness. Be the witness and you will know twia. Remember twia and you will touch the eternal.
You are not your body. You cannot find yourself in the body anymore than you can find music in a violin. The body is a gathering of elementary particles, as is the violin. Take them down to their finest parts and you will not find what you are looking for. The violin has strings which vibrate under the movement of the bow. The vibrations reverberate as music (if played correctly). To play your music within, do nothing. Enter the room within. Join in harmony with twia. Let twia draw the bow across the strings that are your life.
You will know the room within by peace of heart, joy, and non-attachment to the world. Herein you touch the eternal, your true nature, which is twia. You are the witness to your own being. The observer and the observed are the same. What you take as the me of the body with its thoughts, feelings, and emotions is but your own energy as twia limited by perceptions of separation. The witness is your reality. Twia is real. The body is not. Yet they are no more apart from one another than a unicorn and a child. The me of the body is a character on the stage of life, ala Shakespeare. The play opens, the role is played through the several acts, the curtain is drawn at the end. The character receives applause and passes off stage. You have substance as the me of the body through twia. The play ends. Twia is eternal. And what was the play all about? The story of separation, a fantasy. Who am I but the witness to separation. You are that which I am. You bear the truth in body, but truth does not die. Nor does the body, in truth. It is but dust and to dust it returns as the far-flung elementary particles that formed it. Its death is but a reconstitution of particles. There is no death, no end, only transition. There is no oblivion. Only the consciousness that is the I am.
I am that which I am. This cannot be described. Yet, somehow, I am the I AM. The knowledge of this is whispered in your ear without words. The reality of it is unfathomable. You are the ground of being. You are consciousness expressing existence as a manifestation of separation. How-so is incomprehensible to the me of the body. Listen to the whisper with ears that hear. You will know the truth.
What is consciousness? That which is the totality. There is no other than the whole of the all. Words do not give it meaning. Words cannot attach to what cannot be distinguished or described. It is nameless without attributes. Do not desire to know consciousness. It has no essence. To gather the essence of consciousness is to miss the mark. You do not have eyes to see the indefinable, the incomprehensible. To try is to aim at your own target. What you make up as your target is not real. Reality transcends your vision. Be the witness to what you cannot know. Then you will know.
The body. The me of the body. That which I am. One is an evolved gathering of elementary particles. The second is a personality formed of genetics and culture. The third is one’s true nature. The first two are transitory aspects of separation. The third is eternal reality.