Being Real
Extract from an edited transcript of a Meditation Group meeting in Highgate, London, 15 May 1981.
No thought. The mind is stilled, which means that it’s moving at the same speed as my sensation. My mind is then my sensation and vice-versa - nothing in-between, no self. I am then one with my vital double. I am one with my sensation. I am one with all. Or I am in reality. End of story.
No thought. Into that clarity can come a thought, but because I will not let it move it disappears; or it reminds me that I have to post a letter … Because the aim is action and not discursive thought I proceed to the purity of action.
A stilled mind moves at the same speed as sensation! You’ll have to take my word for it, because this has never been said before. In other words the unification of consciousness is the coming together of mind and body with no self in-between.
Sensation is the door to reality. ‘No thought’ is one of the means to reality. Sensation is moving so fast that when it is translated into mind it is absolutely still, poised and magnificently creative. Can you accept that a stilled, thoughtless mind is reality? Everyone will give you an idea of reality, but they’ll be wrong, because it will not be defined except to say it is a stilled mind moving at the same speed as your sensation. Or, it is being now. I am that now, therefore I am in reality now. I am demonstrating reality, not defining it, to those who can hear and be real.
The object is to be real. Everyone has an idea of what it is to be yourself. But that is not to be real. You must not be anything - except what you are in reality. As man is able to speed himself up, and become more real, he jumps between the two poles of sensation and consciousness at such speed that any distance between them is eliminated. For this he has to move faster than the speed of light. He has to be so instantaneous that he is in both poles at the same time, one with his sensation and his stilled mind - unified and real. Then any knowledge that reality wants to reveal through him, is his. All simplicity, all the fullness of love, is his. There are no more questions to ask. There is no more thinking to do.
Me, My Self And I