Thinking you understand what Ramana, or Ramesh, or any of many others are saying can be a bit of a hindrance to actually grokking the message. It is an individual who thinks, and all thoughts even though they do not belong to any individual, are filtered through the data field comprising the individual.
Is there any other way to understand? Of course, there is. You already know this. Ah-ha moments, the explosions of deep inner knowing, the just-in-time snippets of information, all point to something totally different than thinking.
Because they seem to be infrequent and event-based, we tend to dismiss their constancy. We miss the effervescent flow that is freely present, that is presence itself. Knowledge does not lay outside of us. We are omniscience. Whatever is, we are that: omnipotent omnipresence … the only power that is … this that is ever-present … and that includes answers to every question, questions for every answer.
If you look closely at what appears to be moments of grace, the sacred breakthroughs, the totally incredibly baffling gifts of knowledge, you’ll notice they all have something in common: your absence. They arrive in the absence of striving, in a moment of utter futility, in knees-to-the-floor heart-splayed-open resignation. They show up when you disappear.
We tend to snap back into personhood pretty darn quick and when we do, the magic we are still remains. We just can’t see it, don’t experience it. We miss or dismiss it.
This omni-tri-umph we are, has nowhere to go. It is what we are. It is the eyes we see through, and all that we see. It is the nervous system that feels, the reactions and actions. It is the totality of what we call life.
Even when we close off, sealing ourselves up in personhood, what we are, the actuality of us, remains. We can’t escape our splendor. We can miss it, ignore it, we can even deny it, but nothing changes it. Nothing can separate us from This that only Is.
There is no appropriate bio for Amaya Gayle. She doesn’t exist other than as an expression of Consciousness Itself. Talking about her in biographical terms is a disservice to the truth and to anyone who might be led to believe in such nonsense. None of us exist, not in the way we think. Ideas spring into words. Words flow onto paper and yet no one writes them. They simply appear fully formed. Looking at her you would swear this is a lie. She’s there after all, but honestly, she’s not. Bios normally wax on about accomplishments and beliefs, happenings in time and space. She has never accomplished anything, has no beliefs and like you was never born and will never die. Engage with Amaya at your own risk. That said with a giggle, check out Amaya’s new book – Actuality: infinity at play, available in paperback and e-book at Amazon.
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