Reflections on Hua Hu Ching
June 29, 2023
Grow in wisdom and joy
Existence is not created separately from a source. Existence is thought of separation in consciousness. It is not real. It cannot be other than consciousness. It is thought that cannot be real. Like a unicorn, existence is created in consciousness without reality. At best, existence is an uncreated creation. Existence produces of itself. Particles form into clusters, then disperse. Spacetime holds particles in various stages of clustering and dispersing. In your world, this activity is governed by laws of physics. You know existence as the universe, but its boundaries are unlimited. There are no limitations in consciousness. Consciousness is the eternal field of infinite possibility. Existence has no meaning to you but for what you experience.
Existence is transitory. Reality is eternal. You may touch on the eternal in the room within, but you cannot know it in body. Twia knows. Remember twia. Live in the whole of the all. Your true nature is the river flowing through the valley. The whole of the mystery lies in these lowlands. Live close to the ground. Do not alter the river’s flow. Let the waters nourish you in abundance. From this ground of goodness, you grow in wisdom and joy.
Consciousness is whole, complete, perfect, eternal. Unchanging. Absolute. Existence moves about in consciousness like unicorns move about in fantasy. Existence cannot separate from consciousness. All that exists does so without effort. To remember your true nature, do nothing. No external effort will bring about wisdom and joy. Twia is remembered in the room within by sitting in the still silence of darkness. To accept darkness is to allow the light.
You cannot know the way as the me of the body. It is limited by ignorance of your true nature and fear of oblivion. It struggles against the river. It wants that over this and this over that. It picks and chooses its way while blinded by the dust of the world. The me of the body is born of its own. It has no meaning, no purpose, but that which you give it. Do not abide by its limitations. You forget your way. You struggle to find a destiny where there is none. You have created yourself in your own image. This is not you. The me of the body is the way of the world. Its path leads to death. This is its great fear against which it struggles to the end. Do not ride this pony. Witness it romping in the field but do not get on.