Duality is only made apparently real through the mind, when mind is not active, there is no duality and yet simultaneously no experience. This non-experiencing is the reality of bliss which is untouched by the transience of elation and sorrow. In that domain of non-experiencing there is nothing good or bad with reality, there is only reality. The true state can seem boring and empty, yet it is always the dualistic mind that asserts these matters, with the self being free of relativism and conceptualisation.

In the natural state nothing can be said, as to come into the domain of language is the birth of relativity and suffering. At first it may seem that silence is necessary for freedom, but eventually it becomes clear that silence actually pervades all experience and that to be playing in form or beyond form is the musical symphony of the supreme self which is free from all conditions. Even the fear to be impersonal is only a singular note in the symphony, with the impersonal self being the only reality clothing itself as a puppet of form and identity. All assertion or negation is false, as to assert or negate is predicated on the mind having an ability to give reality or unreality to something. Yet, in reality it is only the light of awareness that gives reality to all experience, in the same way that the moon shines with its apparent own luminosity, but it only ever being the suns light that makes it shine.

When the mind takes credit for reality, suffering is born due to the conception of time and space coming into existence simultaneously. Time and space is naturally understood to equate to suffering as all that is in time and space is transient, with any attachment to it leading to sorrow once the object of attachment disappears. Naturally we begin to see that freedom from suffering can only be beyond time and space, which must not be mistaken for a romanticised state that is infinitely far away in space and time, but is rather so intimately close to all of time and space that its beautiful subtlety becomes veiled just like ink scrabbled on paper eventually creates the illusion of the paper ceasing to exist, yet it always being that foundation upon which the form of writing is created.

The human being who says “ now I am so happy” is sure to be suffering, with his transient appearance of happiness only being a break in the constancy of his sorrow. For true happiness has no need to assert itself or make itself spoken, for it is always true ! What is always true feels no need to be made important, hence why the wise have left beyond the need of importance and have fallen into a deep love of ordinariness. Much human sorrow comes from the fear of being ordinary, yet it is only when our simple and ordinary true being is touched that we feel the dissolution of sorrow. It’s utter simplicity is overlooked by everyone due to fascination with form arising from the identification with the form of the body-mind. Yet, if these identification is dissolved, then naturally the fascination with other forms also dissolves, revealing the purity of spirit that has always been with us, as us. Forms do not disappear, but simply our fascination with them does. To relate to a previous analogy, we become much more content to place our attention on the paper and disregard the play of ink upon it. After this once sees that the paper is also the one writing on itself, which is when non-duality is revealed. This understanding can be expressed through this analogy by imagining an art piece depicting paper that somehow shapes itself into a pen that seemingly comes out of the paper and draws itself in an complete and seamless loop. This cannot be fully visualised for the same reason that we cannot see ourselves, but it conveys a point of one reality appearing as a multiplicity of objects and experiences. In the painting the only reality is the paper, for the paper has created the appearances of a pen as well as the canvas upon which it is appearing. In the same way, it is only conciousness and ourselves that creates the appearance of infinite separate and distinct objects and experiences.

This seamless art-piece analogy is then a symbol for the universe, with it drawing, creating and experiencing itself all simultaneously whilst somehow remaining beyond the entire art show. The canvas upon which this art is all written that we call life is conciousness, God, Self. The one without a second, the contentless reflection that is present when two mirrors face each other.

– Aaron Pearson –