“When you realize that the individual me is completely insignificant, this is the fulfillment of the seeking, the realization of no seeker. You realize that it is all a dream of consciousness.” Adyashanti in The Impact of Awakening
When my first child, Collin, was born four years ago, I remember when it came time to decide a name I had this strange, surreal moment. Not just that babies are a miracle and it was one of the best moments of my life…all that cheesy but true stuff. But it felt completely absurd, ridiculous, laughable to put a name, a small label, on this infinitely precious, indescribable, unnameable being. I just couldn’t fathom the universe fitting into a tiny bottle.
When babies arrive in the world of form, they are totally open and free, without any judgement or interpretation. Then we give them a name and a story that they begin to believe as they grow, which becomes their filter throughout life to interpret reality because it’s all they know. You could give them any story and they’d believe it. Same is true for you and me. We could have been born into completely different stories that we use to filter our reality. So, what’s really true if the story of “you” is just that, a story, which can be changed or forgotten at any moment?
I read a fiction book a while back titled, Everything We Keep by Kerry Lonsdale. After a man nearly dies, he develops fugue (which is a real condition) where he can’t remember anything about his life, not even his name. In a cover up attempt, his brother gives him a different name and sets up a life for him in Mexico. It was in reading this book that it hit me again, this life in form we’re living is completely made up. It’s imaginary. Your story was given to you and you believed it. So, what if you didn’t believe it anymore? What if you saw it for what it is, all smoke and mirrors. Who would you be then? What is it that never changes no matter the story? You are That! I am That. We all are That. The same and One.