<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122</id><updated>2011-11-21T13:12:54.268-06:00</updated><category term='mind'/><category term='enlightenment'/><category term='who am I?'/><category term='the search'/><category term='what am i?'/><category term='nondual'/><category term='consciousness'/><category term='searching'/><category term='cognizing emptiness'/><category term='non-duality'/><category term='self-inquiry'/><category term='annette nibley'/><category term='thought'/><category term='clear seeing'/><category term='knowingness'/><category term='john wheeler'/><category term='sailor bob'/><category term='awareness'/><category term='advaita'/><title type='text'>Just Rest</title><subtitle type='html'>There is nothing we need to do other than to stop. Just rest. What we search for can never be found in thought. Just rest and your true identity will become obvious.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-4065249146184870636</id><published>2011-03-19T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T22:37:08.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Separation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Awareness is present when the "me-sense" is present.&lt;br /&gt;Awareness is present when the "me-sense' is not present.&lt;br /&gt;Awareness is present when the sense of "beingness" is present.&lt;br /&gt;Awareness is present when the sense of "beingness" is not present.&lt;br /&gt;Awareness is present when there is a sense of "knowing."&lt;br /&gt;Awareness is present when there is no sense of "knowing."&lt;br /&gt;Awareness is not dependent upon anything.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is dependent upon Awareness.&lt;br /&gt;Awarenesseverything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-4065249146184870636?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4065249146184870636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=4065249146184870636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/4065249146184870636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/4065249146184870636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-separation.html' title='No Separation'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-1601113419932221931</id><published>2011-03-14T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T13:08:40.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;What you are is always before anything and everything that you notice, including the noticing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-1601113419932221931?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1601113419932221931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=1601113419932221931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/1601113419932221931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/1601113419932221931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2011/03/before.html' title='Before'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-5628913304434121810</id><published>2011-03-14T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T13:05:46.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Wherever you are right now, reading this, stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you notice? Sounds, sights, sensations, smells...allow them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What notices? Thoughts probably stumble through that say "I do" or "me" or "my brain" or "my senses" or something similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What notices those thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome home to the place you never left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-5628913304434121810?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5628913304434121810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=5628913304434121810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/5628913304434121810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/5628913304434121810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2011/03/stop.html' title='Stop'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-2145800987646569458</id><published>2010-12-16T00:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:56:53.635-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Isness Is Infinitely Is-ing</title><content type='html'>Being what you really are is not difficult. Being what you are not and then arguing for or against it is what is difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that right now, if you just rest and welcome everything (really - everything - including your rejection of anything), there is nothing else that needs to be done in order for Isness to Is (so to speak!). It is only a thought which says "I'm not getting it," or "I am missing something." Even these thoughts are Isness taking shape as particular thoughts. Isness is is-ing everything: Isness is-ing as this computer; Isness is-ing as the big blond dog on the floor; Isness is-ing fingers; Isness is-ing uncertainty and confusion; Isness is-ing a Vince and a Tom and a Sue and a Roberta and a Karl and... Isness is-ing is-ing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No effort is necessary for Is-ing to Is. Rest and welcome the fizzing Is-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-2145800987646569458?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2145800987646569458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=2145800987646569458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/2145800987646569458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/2145800987646569458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2010/12/isness-is-infinitely-is-ing.html' title='Isness Is Infinitely Is-ing'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-5675455303459409217</id><published>2010-12-12T02:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T02:53:34.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Awareness Is Stuff, Stuff Is Awareness</title><content type='html'>Even though Awareness cannot be "experienced," this doesn't mean that Awareness-Being is somehow &lt;i&gt;separate from&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;all of the &lt;i&gt;stuff of life&lt;/i&gt;. On the contrary, life &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Awareness/Beingness &lt;i&gt;itself. &lt;/i&gt;Absolutely everything is known &lt;i&gt;in, by,&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;as &lt;/i&gt;Awareness. Nothing is separate from this &lt;i&gt;Everyday Awareness present here-now...&lt;/i&gt;It is never anywhere other than here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A line from the Heart Sutra says that "form is nothing other than emptiness and emptiness nothing other than form." It is only thought that separates the two. &amp;nbsp;If you live in the middle of the cornfields of Illinois (as I do) you might say it this way: Awareness is full of stuff and stuff is full of Awareness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-5675455303459409217?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5675455303459409217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=5675455303459409217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/5675455303459409217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/5675455303459409217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2010/12/awareness-is-stuff-stuff-is-awareness.html' title='Awareness Is Stuff, Stuff Is Awareness'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-105888121034695160</id><published>2010-12-12T00:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T00:34:47.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Experience Necessary</title><content type='html'>What you are can never be experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a particular experience as confirmation of what you are - whether peace or love or anger or irritation or rain or cold wind or sand between your toes or terror or calm or equanimity or hunger or sublime spiritual visions - takes you in the wrong direction and will keep you searching forever. Searching, finding, celebrating, losing, and grieving - only to begin searching again and again -&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;samsara/suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No experience is&amp;nbsp;what you are (read that again - yes, I mean that in &lt;i&gt;both&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;ways). In fact, any experience can only serve to point you back to &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; present Awareness upon/within/throughout which &lt;i&gt;this very experience, right now, &lt;/i&gt;is registered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beingness, as an employer, has few requirements: no experience necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-105888121034695160?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/105888121034695160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=105888121034695160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/105888121034695160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/105888121034695160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-experience-necessary.html' title='No Experience Necessary'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-2302925906472407049</id><published>2010-12-11T12:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T12:49:06.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There Isn't Really Anyone Who Rests in Amsterdam</title><content type='html'>Questioner: I keep trying to rest, but my mind just keeps going. Another teacher told me that this pointer to just rest will lead me astray. I'm afraid I'm not getting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince: Look, everyone who is talking about this stuff has his/her own way of trying to help people see what they have seen. I found, in my own seeking, that "trying" really got in the way of simply stopping and seeing what is ALREADY true - that the SEEING/AWARENESS is absolutely, totally, 100 percent, always functioning effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without "trying" to be aware of sensations, there is awareness of sensation.&lt;br /&gt;Without "trying" to be aware of seeing, there is awareness of light/dark/shape/color, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Without "trying" to be aware of hearing, there is awareness of sound.&lt;br /&gt;Without "trying" to be aware of smelling, there is awareness of odor.&lt;br /&gt;Without "trying" to be aware of tasting, there is awareness of taste.&lt;br /&gt;Without "trying" to be aware of thinking, there is awareness of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this is happening all of the time; sometimes, one sense or another is dominant. No matter WHAT is the object of awareness, AWARENESS itself is present or there would be no way to KNOW experience. In your case, a lot of thinking is going on as well as the thought that there shouldn't be so much thinking - so what? Right now, isn't there awareness of the thinking? This thinking is happening in a vast, open, spaciousness that is not in the least disturbed by thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience itself is ALWAYS changing. You can prove this to yourself by sitting quietly for a moment and just watching - the body moves slightly, an eye twitches, the wind blows, thoughts shift, light or shadow crosses the room, you smell the chicken soup on the stove and then that smell is replaced by something else, you feel at ease and then you feel tense - all of this can happen in an instant. Yet, there is something present and aware that is registering all of these tiny movements/changes...and THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE! "You" are the presence/awareness that KNOWS the changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say "just rest," I am saying "rest as THAT." We are really NEVER DOING OTHERWISE, anyway! Just rest is an attempt to help "you" see what you already are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no, you don't "need" to rest in order to see what you already are (since you already are what you already are, anyway - my English teacher would not be happy with that one). I have just found that it helps people notice the awareness that is always, already present and to identify as that - and gives them permission to stop seeking/trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a little like the old pointer of someone standing in Amsterdam asking someone how to get to Amsterdam. If that person is frantically trying to find Amsterdam, someone who is trying to help might first say, "Stop. It's OK. Take a breath. Just rest. You are already here. There is nothing more you need to do other than to just rest right here, right now." You see, the resting isn't a "process" or "technique" that gets them to Amsterdam; but it increases the chance that s/he will see what is already true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this helps a bit. I hate to say this because it sounds so much the party line, but you really already ARE what you are looking for. WHAT you ARE (it really is more a "what" than a "who") is what is registering all of the looking and worrying and thinking and trying and efforting and...so, just rest. You are already in Amsterdam. And, after you've taken a breath, take a look - there really is no one resting in Amsterdam, either. Wink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-2302925906472407049?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2302925906472407049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=2302925906472407049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/2302925906472407049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/2302925906472407049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-isnt-really-anyone-who-rests-in.html' title='There Isn&apos;t Really Anyone Who Rests in Amsterdam'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-2350672292629996372</id><published>2010-07-26T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T17:39:40.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Theo's Search for the Center</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time a lovely and unremarkable spider, Theo (not poisonous, not mean-spirited, just your typical fly- and gnat-eating spider), sat in his web, thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theo thought about lots of things, but mostly Theo thought about spider enlightenment. He had read many books written by other wise spiders who had realized their true nature. In the spider world, this is called "living from the center of your web." Nearly all of the books Theo read (and he read a lot because of his multiple spider eyes) told him in one way or another that the center of his web was empty and to simply return to the center of his web and stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Easy for the enlightened spiders to say!" Theo thought, "But I can't find the center of my web!" Theo was miserable and desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked high and low for his web's center. He did a number of the practices suggested by other wise spiders. He watched his breath. He labeled his thoughts. He felt his legs. He closed his eyes and repeated a secret mantra. He went on retreat with other wiser spiders and listened to them describe the center of their webs and what it was like when they first "realized the center."&amp;nbsp;Theo prayed to the Absolute Arachnid for wisdom to find the center of his web. Nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while, he decided to forget the search for the center and just ate flies and gnats and other assorted bugs willy-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;nilly&lt;/span&gt; without concern for his health or any other spider's inconvenience. Yet, Theo always returned to the search for the center of his web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he looked about his world, searching longer and harder for the center, he created a larger and larger web. Each time something came floating or flying into his web Theo would leap forward fast as a...um, well, spider. The web caught all kinds of things, some of them useful (edible is a better description) and some of them just distractions - tree fluff, bits of leaves, dust, and sparkling drops of dew - none particularly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;edib&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as Theo continued his search, he spun a larger and larger web each time he jumped to see whatever his ever-growing web caught. Through his search, his web caught even more and he found himself leaping more and more, faster and farther, with each web-quiver. He became exquisitely sensitive to the most minute web tremor. And, each time he jumped to explore whatever bit of fluff had floated into his web, it grew larger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other spiders admired his vast web as well as all that it caught. Theo became rich in spiderweb-stuff; but, Theo knew he hadn't found what he was looking for - the center of his web, spider enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time wore on and Theo grew older. He couldn't spring to the far reaches of his web as easily or as quickly or as often as he used to when he was a younger spider. Theo knew that time was no longer on his side. He thought, "I am so tired. I can no longer jump to every bit of fluff that tickles my web. I just can't do this anymore."&amp;nbsp;He could still feel the web-tremors but he had given up hope that he would ever find the center of his web out there on the fringes. The sometimes beautiful, sometimes drab, sometimes useful and sometimes useless bits and flecks that tickled his web had never led him closer to the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejected and exhausted from his search, Theo just stopped. He needed rest. And then...with all of his spider eyes downcast, Theo saw below him...&lt;i&gt;Nothing! &lt;/i&gt;He looked closely and realized that he was sitting in the center of his web at that very moment! It was this Nothing that held the rest of his web together. Absolutely everything in Theo's web universe was spun directly from this very Nothing. It was Nothing that was supporting him at that very moment. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Theo had been sitting on top of it all the time! What he was looking for was right under his nose (well, you &amp;nbsp;know, that thing spiders have)!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Theo saw that Everything depended on Nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theo thought, "Every time I went out looking for the center, I just moved further away from it. As soon as I stopped looking and jumping at every web tremor and just rested, I was resting in the very center Itself." It was only Theo's search that made it seem that the center wasn't there - but it had been there all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many spiders realized that something was different about Theo. They didn't see him jumping about his web anymore. He didn't seem particularly interested in the various bits of fuzz and fluff that tickled his web. They assumed that Theo had simply lost his drive and ambition. They were right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now and then, other spiders who were searching as Theo had searched came to visit. They asked him how he had realized his center. He told them that it had been there all the time and that it was no less true for them than it was for him. Other spiders asked him, "How did you feel when your spider realization happened?" "Embarrassed," was his usual reply. He did what he could to point out the Central Nothing that was holding the Great Everything together. Theo would say, "Describing Nothing is not easy - try it sometime!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theo watched as a lucrative fluff-and-fuzz web industry grew around the searching. He knew that the fluff-and-fuzz just served to distract seekers from Nothing as they searched for more of Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some "got it." Some didn't. Theo&amp;nbsp;knew it really didn't matter because the Central Nothing was cradling them all anyway. And, regardless of "getting it" or not, a spider could still enjoy a nice juicy fly now and then as well as the swaying of his web in the breeze. Really, what more did a spider need, anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-2350672292629996372?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2350672292629996372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=2350672292629996372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/2350672292629996372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/2350672292629996372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2010/07/theos-search-for-center.html' title='Theo&apos;s Search for the Center'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-3964953603290597890</id><published>2010-07-15T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T19:12:07.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Allow It All</title><content type='html'>Allow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was only one word to use as a pointer, this would be a pretty good one...Allow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow whatever is happening right now. Right now! Really. Don't make this an intellectual exercise or, if you are, allow that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See whatever it is that is registering in sight and allow.&lt;br /&gt;Hear whatever sounds are present right now and allow.&lt;br /&gt;Smell whatever odors are present right now and allow.&lt;br /&gt;Taste whatever flavors are present right now and allow.&lt;br /&gt;Feel whatever sensations are present right now and allow.&lt;br /&gt;Notice whatever thoughts are present right now and allow.&lt;br /&gt;Allow it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fight so much with our own experience. If you notice "fighting with experience" happening, allow that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We work so hard in the search, imagining that there is some other way other than the way it is in this present moment. If that is true for you right now, allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the film of "I give up; I'll never get it" is playing, allow that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a lot of thinking/intellectualizing about this article, this search, dropping the "I" - all that malarkey - allow that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is agreement or disagreement, passion or neutrality, peace or war, anger or calm, happiness or sadness - allow it all. If there is great desire or no desire at all, allow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a sense of allowing, a sense of "me" who is allowing and disappointment that there is a sense of "me" still present, allow that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you are is within and beyond all of that. YOU ARE ALL OF THAT. What you ALREADY ARE is this unobstructed knowing in which all of this ("this" meaning whatever is arising in experience as these words are read RIGHT NOW) happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow is another word for REST. I know that it &lt;i&gt;seems&lt;/i&gt; there is a choice about resting or not, allowing or not. Remember, "resting" and "allowing" are just pointers to what you already are - but there really isn't a choice about it because YOU are already THAT - always have been and always will be. There is nothing you need to "work on" or "try for" or "get under control" or "understand" or "figure out" or "experience" or "rest into" in order to simply BE what YOU ALREADY ARE! And, if that seems too easy and nonsensical, well...do I really need to say it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If none of this makes any sense - good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow that, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-3964953603290597890?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3964953603290597890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=3964953603290597890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/3964953603290597890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/3964953603290597890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2010/07/allow-it-all.html' title='Allow It All'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-1372921024575141374</id><published>2010-07-10T12:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T12:54:25.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is All a Story...Including This (Step 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I've mentioned before in other posts that all that is ever really experienced is thinking and sensation. No matter what it looks like, everything that we are ever experiencing is thought and sensation. The combination of these two elements is what we sometimes refer to as emotion (with sincere thanks to zen teacher Joko Beck for pointing this out to me). All else is a story. The story is our interpretation of any particular configuration of thought and sensation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Most of the time, we get into trouble because of the story we tell ourselves about the thought-sensation arising in any particular moment. As an example, let's say a car cuts in front of us in traffic. The body (probably) immediately tenses in reaction to a perceived threat to its safety - a natural reaction preparing the body to respond further, if necessary, to safeguard the organism. We can see this same reaction throughout the world of living things. No problem here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Then, almost as automatically as the physical reaction occurred, the thinking apparatus drapes a net of interrelated thoughts over the sensations. These thoughts are The Story. They attempt to explain the experience (sensations) in some way. The net of thought that drapes over the experience-sensation varies from person to person depending upon a nearly infinite number of variables. Is there a problem here? Not really.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The "problem" is created by BELIEVING the Thought-Story - "that guy is a jerk and doesn't care about anybody on this road but himself!." That is, we assume our Thought-Story is true - we assume it is "the way things are." The believed Thought-Story creates more physical sensation (usually tension, clenching) which we then assume confirms our original Thought-Story - "See! He really is a mindless cretin in a Pinto!" We then drape even more thoughts over those sensations and...you get the picture. The more blaming or critical or fearful the Thought-Story, the more intense the sensations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;There are a few things going on here that we will investigate over the next few posts. First, there is the awareness of sensation and thinking. &amp;nbsp;Then, there is a recognition of the believed Thought-Story. Third, there can be a recognition that what SEES all of this - sensation, thought, Thought-Story - is not itself sensation, thought, or Thought-Story. Finally, at the heart of it all, is the realization that the body and the very idea of a "me" who is experiencing all of this is itself composed of thought,sensation, and Thought-Story. This realization dissolves it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;However, it can be useful for some of us to be a bit more methodical about uncovering all of this. Let's begin by simply NOTICING physical sensations as we go through daily life. We can do this especially when we find ourselves upset in some way - what we typically label as sad, lonely, irritable, angry, worried, afraid, confused, troubled, etc. As you begin to play with this, notice how thought is always attached to these states. Don't worry about investigating the thinking. It is enough for now to know that it's there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Instead, come back to the raw physical sensation (buzzing, tingling, heat, cool, pressure, tension, hardness, softness, etc.) and stay with it. What do I mean by "stay with it"? Let your attention rest easily on the sensation for a while - maybe a minute or so. Give the sensation &lt;i&gt;ROOM.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Give it &lt;i&gt;SPACE.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;It is already there so, as best you can, leave it alone and watch what happens (hint: it will change).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Let's leave it there for now. Next post (probably), we'll talk more about The Story. If you resonate with this methodical approach, STOP READING NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;For those of you who really hate a methodical approach, when you feel the sensations, ask, "What is aware of this (tingling, burning, itching, pressure, etc.)?" or "What is seeing this now?" But, don't leave the sensation to investigate some thought that comes up in response to the question - that keeps us caught in the same trap. The answer is not a thought.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(By the way, I am not trying to be tricky or coy when I say "the answer is not a thought." I am not trying to make you "work at it." The deal is that the answer really is NOT a thought. The only thing another thought can do is point to "it" or attempt to describe "it" - but the description is not "it," and "it" is not an "it" anyway! [this is the point at which, when I used to read this stuff, I wanted to throw my computer out the window and/or strangle the writer...*gulp*])&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'll bet you wish you hadn't read on :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;More to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-1372921024575141374?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1372921024575141374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=1372921024575141374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/1372921024575141374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/1372921024575141374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-is-all-storyincluding-this-step-1.html' title='It Is All a Story...Including This (Step 1)'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-4863283991209594877</id><published>2010-07-07T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T12:23:18.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What You Really Are Can Never Be Found By Anyone</title><content type='html'>Everything we see/hear/touch/taste/smell/think is an object, an object of consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These objects include everything from a 50 ton whale to an atom viewed through an electron microscope. And the one we typically think of as "me" is also an object of consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What You really are contains what you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do nothing except notice whatever sensations register on the screen of the senses right now. Notice the thought, "I am witnessing all of the sensations registering on the screen of the senses right now." Good. Now, what notices that thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any answer you give is yet another thought. What notices that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing tricky here. Just rest as what you already are; there really is no choice anyway. All the thoughts that swirl around and say "it can't be that easy" or "there must be a practice" or "but nothing happens" are simply more of the same. Another object arising in and as what You are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the silence in the center of it all. You are already that. Everyone is already that. There really is only one of us here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest, little mind. Everything is already OK. And, the flowers need weeded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-4863283991209594877?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4863283991209594877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=4863283991209594877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/4863283991209594877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/4863283991209594877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-you-really-are-can-never-be-found.html' title='What You Really Are Can Never Be Found By Anyone'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-4244402052143060073</id><published>2010-07-06T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:18:39.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Driving</title><content type='html'>I was driving in the country the other day and it came to me that the drive was very much like the journey of the search. At first, it is clear that I am driving. I feel distinct, definite, separate. There is clearly a "me" doing the driving. I look around and see the car in which I'm driving as well as the trees, people, buildings, other cars, road, weeds, signs, clouds, dust, bugs - all of the objects - that I am driving past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, the space in which all of these objects are appearing becomes evident. Then there is me seeing all of the objects as well as the space in which they appear. I seem real. The objects seem real. The space in which the objects appear seems real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little further down the road, I become aware of thoughts and sensations as objects arising within my body. I see those objects in me as well as all of the other objects and space outside of me. They all seem real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rounding a curve in the road, I become aware of a kind of space in me in which all of the thoughts and sensations (objects) are arising. I see the space in me as well as the objects in me. I also see all of the objects and space outside of me. It all seems very real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving on, it dawns on me that everything that I see outside of me arises within me as a thought - including space. Just a thought. The thoughts-sensations seem real as does the space within me in which they all float.Outside seems to have disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, while driving, it occurs to me (?) that even the saying "I" or "me" is itself a thought. No objects exist outside of the car and it is beginning to look like nothing exists inside of the car, either - including the car. Gulp. The thought of me is a thought arising within me which is another thought arising within...? Inside and Outside are both recognized as concepts that no longer seem to refer to anything. Something recognizes that space in the body is another concept as well as the body itself...and what is aware of it? Nothing seems real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has disappeared. No trees or beetles or worms or clouds or corn or dust or breeze or ditch water or cars or little kids with sticky fingers and scraped knees; no dogs, no up, no down, no inside, no outside, no thought, no sensation, no me, no you, no body, no realization, no need of realization...nothing. Not even nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An intersection appears, a foot pushes on a pedal that slows the car. Both directions - left and right - appear as well as corn and soy beans, bullfrogs grump at a pond in the distance. A dog barks from a barn down the road. Red-orange light in the sky staining the bottom of narrow clouds. A rusty corn bin creaks ahead. Ash from a cigar held by two fingers floats to the floor. Pain in the lower back. Sweat in the ear. Butter-yellow moths dart across the road. The foot, the hands, the corn, the flies, the dog, the thoughts, the frogs, sweat on the ear, the breeze, the ditch water, the car, the clouds, the purple-blue-orange-red sky - all drive on to get bird seed from the hardware store. The birds will be hungry in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-4244402052143060073?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4244402052143060073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=4244402052143060073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/4244402052143060073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/4244402052143060073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2010/07/keep-driving.html' title='Keep Driving'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-8024700211394043521</id><published>2010-06-09T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T01:33:15.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Moment - Please.</title><content type='html'>Please stop trying to find anything more, at least, for this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the open window&lt;br /&gt;a soft, warm, wet breeze&amp;nbsp;smells green of wood, moss, decay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cricket chirps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A television in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain water drips from a sycamore leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts, smells, sounds come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No work or practice or technique is necessary&lt;br /&gt;for this-now-here is-ing.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Just listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and rest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much, yet, everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-8024700211394043521?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8024700211394043521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=8024700211394043521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/8024700211394043521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/8024700211394043521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-moment-please.html' title='Just a Moment - Please.'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-3387712562176541385</id><published>2010-03-14T18:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:15:53.976-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nondual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-inquiry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-duality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cognizing emptiness'/><title type='text'>Even Simpler</title><content type='html'>All that is ever happening is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts and Sensations (seeing, smelling, hearing, touching, tasting) arise within Awareness (&lt;i&gt;what we refer to as emotion is a combination of thought and sensation&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thoughts and sensations change constantly; &lt;i&gt;awareness of&lt;/i&gt; the changing thoughts and sensations remains regardless of change. &lt;i&gt;Awareness of&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;changing thoughts and sensations (or &lt;i&gt;awareness of&lt;/i&gt; not being aware of changing thoughts and sensations), includes &lt;i&gt;awareness of&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the thought &lt;i&gt;"I".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;There is no time in which this Awareness has not been present. If you think that is not true, find it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are Awareness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take my word for it. Find whether or not this is true in your direct experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what problem is there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-3387712562176541385?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3387712562176541385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=3387712562176541385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/3387712562176541385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/3387712562176541385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2010/03/even-simpler.html' title='Even Simpler'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-5781527791807699809</id><published>2010-03-03T12:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T15:50:39.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple</title><content type='html'>Your default setting is wisdom and peace.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing that ever covers over your experience of spaciousness and peace, in any moment, is believed thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't need to do anything to become what you already are. It is only thinking that suggests otherwise. Don't believe it. Just leave it alone. It will pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is what we all are. Not the feeling we call love (though that may come and go), but Love as the space that allows everything to be as it is. There really is no choice in the matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just rest - right now. Don't trust the thinking - the story - that suggests there is something more to do. That story (believed) is the very thing that keeps you (seemingly) caught.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just stop. Leave everything alone. Leave all thinking alone - no matter how horrendous or sublime. All thoughts are leaves blowing in the wind - no matter how beautiful, they are already dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest and realize you are the alive space-awareness that is the Knowing of all of this at this very moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, when in doubt, rest some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-5781527791807699809?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5781527791807699809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=5781527791807699809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/5781527791807699809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/5781527791807699809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2010/03/simple.html' title='Simple'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-8232885475513678476</id><published>2009-12-11T19:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:19:20.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News: You Will Not Wake Up Tomorrow...Good News: You Will Not Wake Up Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>You will not wake up tomorrow. Sorry and congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, of course, there is no "you" to be awake. I don't want to belabor this because I know everyone talks about this and many have described it far better than I. However, because it is so important (important in the sense that, once seen, you'll stop reading all of these blogs and books and finally take the time to fix that screen door that you've neglected for the past few years!), allow me to add my own pointing, such as it is, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea of ourselves that we typically refer to as "me, mine, I, etc." is just that - an &lt;em&gt;idea.&lt;/em&gt; By "idea," I mean it is a &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; that occurs only in a moment and then is gone. It reappears hundreds of millions of times, but it still only occurs in &lt;em&gt;a moment.&lt;/em&gt; Read that again. The "I," the "me," the "myself," is just a thought that occurs at an instant and then dissolves as easily and as effortlessly and as unintentionally as it appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any argument against this is just more thinking, more ideas occurring moment-by-moment; now, here in this instant; now gone. Whatever thought is occurring in this moment is no different than the thought of "I, me, mine." What you are reading now is just thought, more ideas arising in this moment. Now here. Now gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thought, any idea can point us back to seeing this impermanence arising and dissolving right now. We just need to stop long enough to see it happen. It is not hidden. Or, if it is, it is hidden in plain sight. We are usually so mesmerized by thought that we don't notice the obviousness and effervescence of seeing now. It is only another idea that tells us that we don't yet see. See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, back to the point of this note. What has really struck me about all of this lately is the "momentary-ness" of seeing. We can't see tomorrow (of course, there is really no "tomorrow" either, but let's not go there for now!). We can't wake up tomorrow. Awareness/Seeing is only available now...and now...and now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is always &lt;em&gt;just this moment.&lt;/em&gt; There is no such thing as as "your life" or "my life" - there is just livingness in &lt;em&gt;this moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the good news. We can stop the work to wake up tomorrow. It won't happen. It is utterly and completely futile to live as though it will. It is a fool's errand. Waking up tomorrow is a mirage. But now, &lt;em&gt;see this!  This is it! Rest here, now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There never has been and there never will be another opportunity to recognize the Seeing/Awaring that is here now other than in this moment. Forget what your thinking is telling you right now. &lt;em&gt;Forget it! Leave it alone. Whatever thought is telling you, leave it alone! You are already home. Seeing/Awakeness is what you are. Don't buy anything else thought attempts to sell you. Just rest in this instant and see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-8232885475513678476?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8232885475513678476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=8232885475513678476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/8232885475513678476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/8232885475513678476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-news-you-will-not-wake-up.html' title='Bad News: You Will Not Wake Up Tomorrow...Good News: You Will Not Wake Up Tomorrow'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-4483433193242098436</id><published>2009-09-04T02:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T03:03:06.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave "Stuff" Alone!</title><content type='html'>Look, it just doesn't matter what kind of "stuff" comes floating into awareness. The "stuff" could be thoughts you might describe as beautiful or ugly or frightening or lovely or kind or...anything! The "stuff" could be sensations that are yummy or painful or weird or tingly or numb or...anything! It doesn't matter what the "stuff" is - leave it alone!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are similar to me, thought probably immediately jerked into high gear with all kinds of objections to this simple idea..."how could I possibly leave things alone?" or "he doesn't understand my life, I have responsibilities and troubles that need to be dealt with..." or "oh, doesn't he think he's spiritual; he should just walk in my shoes for a while" or "that's crazy - there are things that need to be addressed" or "but how will I solve these very pressing problems?" and on and on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. I know. Do you think for a second that those kinds of thoughts don't arise in my equally crazy mind!? Let me assure you, they do. But, so what? Who cares? No, I mean really - who cares? Here is a clue: it begins with a "t" and ends with a "t" and has a "hough" in the middle. Uh huh. You got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave the "stuff" alone and see that the Basic State, the Natural State, the Stateless State, the Un-State, Nirvana, Bliss, Being, Emptiness, Fullness, Awareness, God, Source - call It what you will - is there around, in, through and beyond all the mish-mash mess of stuff that we often mistake for the whole of life. It is right there-here-now! It never goes anywhere - ever ever ever! That is what "you" are (me, too)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relax. It's done. Over. Kaput. Finished. Nothing more needs to be done or sought or discovered or understood. All that stuff is more "stuff" too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave "stuff" alone every chance you get and see what happens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Start with whatever thought just occurred to you when you read that. I know; more "stuff," huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-4483433193242098436?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4483433193242098436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=4483433193242098436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/4483433193242098436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/4483433193242098436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2009/09/leave-stuff-alone.html' title='Leave &quot;Stuff&quot; Alone!'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-6432707136856122650</id><published>2009-06-09T22:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:16:50.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Bee Awareness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once upon a time there was small bee enjoying the flowers and trees and summer breeze. In his bee-meanderings, he flew into a house...and could not find his way out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He flew everywhere he could attempting to find a way out. He flew through the kitchen, the fruit bowl, in and out of clothes-filled closets. He flew through the curio cabinet and the television. He buzzed his way around and under the table holding the family photo albums. He landed on book cases and crawled over each and every book looking for freedom. He still remained trapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Over time, other bees - in fact, generations of bees - appeared in the house and attempted to find routes to freedom through most of the same places the first bee had looked - closets, clothes, couches, chairs, the alcohol cabinet, the kitchen, the bedroom, the book case. And, while their methods were more sophisticated than the first bee, they remained trapped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Most bees made the best of it. They found partners, raised their bee young, built comfortable-enough hives and engaged in bee science, philosophy, education, commerce and industry. Yet, there still existed among some of the bees a sense of something missing. It sometimes seemed that they each possessed a distant and indistinct memory of openness and clarity and freedom that could not be found in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes, small groups of bees would meet in the evenings to discuss their shared predicament. Many bemoaned their fate and suggested it was the will of the Great Hive itself that this should happen. Others philosophized that no real freedom existed and that it would be best to learn to be satisfied with the world of closets and books and the sugary treats sometimes available in the kitchen. Still others, admittedly a much smaller number, continued to look for the freedom that legend spoke of and intuition pointed towards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day, one of the bees thought she had discovered a way out! She saw the blue sky and sun shining brightly and - instinct being what it is - flew straight toward it and...bumped into it! Bumped into freedom? How could this be? She had heard the elder bees talking about a great, open, spacious freedom in which a few of the ancient ones said they had once lived - is this what she had bumped into? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She backed away slowly, looked carefully, and thought hard about what had just happened. She thought and thought and thought until she was so tired that her tiny bee-brain just could not think another thought when suddenly...what was that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There was a kind of movement against her delicate bee-body. It was a gentle breeze coming from an area just a few feet below her first attempt at freedom. The breeze felt so nice, so inviting that, without thinking, she followed it. Before she knew it had happened, she was flying into open space! She flew and flew and found no walls, no boundaries - there was no place where this openness began and no place where it ended! Space was everywhere! This was the freedom of legend! Her tiny bee-heart was beating almost as fast as her wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She turned and looked at the house. She could see clearly the place from which she had come. As she flew back into the house, excited to tell all the rest how easy it was to find this freedom, she realized that the breeze which had led her to freedom filled the house! Without knowing it, all of them, every single bee whether big or little, old or young, male or female, rich or poor, educated or uneducated, worker or queen - every single one of them lived in freedom - they just didn't know it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That night, she told the others what she had experienced. She explained the spaciousness and freedom that the ancient grandfather and grandmother bees of legend had assured them was available was, indeed, available. She told them that they were living in the spaciousness right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Most of the other bees scoffed and told her that her imagination had just gotten the best of her. Perhaps she needed some sleep? Others argued with her and told her that what she described was impossible. Others went to the book case to crawl over the books they believed held the secret to their freedom. A few shook their bee-heads and whispered how sad it was that she had lost her little bee-mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next morning some of the bees asked her to take them to the spot where she had found the vast openness and freedom of legend. She immediately agreed and told them how easy it would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As she buzzed towards the place where she had flown into the vast, blue openness, the others followed her closely. As she bobbed and weaved, they bobbed and weaved. As she flew faster or slower, they flew faster or slower. They even mimicked her buzzes and clicks just in case these movements and sounds had something to do with discovering what she had discovered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once they arrived, she pointed them towards the openness and watched and waited expectantly for them all to fly through to freedom just as she had done. Go! she said. Just follow the breeze!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A few flew tentatively in the direction she pointed, but returned quickly. Many others began investigating what she had originally bumped into. They spent a good deal of time mapping it, measuring it and asking very important-sounding academic questions about it. No, she told them. You're looking in the wrong direction! Honestly, it is so simple. She kept pointing them towards the source of the breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She tried to explain that the movement of the air they were all feeling was the spaciousness itself and it could easily guide them to freedom in fact, was freedom itself! She said it was right there, right now, moving around all of them. She told them it was the very thing that supported them in their flight! She told them that all along they had all just thought they were trapped but they were literally flying in freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Most listened politely. A fair number of the other bees nodded their bee-heads knowingly and returned to the book shelves to crawl over the words of the ancients who must certainly know better. Others asked her about her particular flying technique and how that related to freedom. She assured them that she wasn't a particularly good flyer - that many of them were much better flyers than she - and that it didn't really matter if they would just quit thinking it to death and just follow the movement of the air into freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A few of the other bees asked her exactly what she had been thinking before, during, and after her experience of freedom. She was baffled! Why would they be interested in this? It didn't have anything to do with the space that she found and, in fact, was swirling about them and supporting them as they talked. She said she hadn't been thinking anything in particular. She told them she had gotten tired of thinking about it and that it was then that she had just followed the breeze that took her to freedom and showed her that they were all already living in the freedom that they imagined was elsewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She promised them that they didn't need to think anymore about it. The tiny bee told them that their thinking was getting in the way of noticing and following the breeze that was supporting them right then. Oh, I see, many said. Yes, indeed, said others...but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; do I do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Many bees nodded their bee-heads sagely and asked more questions. They took good notes. They told her they would like to meet with her again to investigate this further. They asked if she was planning to offer a more formal and structured freedom-finding class in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She blinked her black bee-eyes and asked them if they would like to just follow the breeze to complete freedom now and be done with it? Most thanked her for the opportunity and told her they were very interested but would need to talk with her more and perhaps listen to the opinions of some of the more experienced, better-educated bees before they made a decision. Study groups were formed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As it happened, a few of the bees who were not particularly well-read and tended not to think too much about things - you know the type - followed the breeze to freedom themselves. They, too, came back to talk with the rest of the bees about how easy it was but they weren't listened to because they just didn't have the right bee pedigree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All of the very brightest and accomplished bees knew it just couldn't be that easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Could it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-6432707136856122650?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6432707136856122650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=6432707136856122650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/6432707136856122650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/6432707136856122650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-bee-awareness.html' title='Just Bee Awareness'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-4859984402428902891</id><published>2009-06-08T21:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:10:10.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking It Is Not It</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, people ask what Awareness is. Hmmm. How do we describe what is essentially indescribable? How do we describe the eye to the eye? How do we describe water to the fish? The ocean to the wave? Air to the breeze? How does thought describe Awareness to thought with more thought?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know the answer. It cannot be done. At best, words point us in the direction of "seeing" Awareness (another completely inadequate description considering it is Awareness itself which does the seeing). It might be better to say these pointers help us &lt;i&gt;intuit&lt;/i&gt; Awareness, our real identity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another question that might help point us in the right direction is this: Can you think Awareness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can "think" It, it is not It. Instead, if you ask the question, it can point out that which cannot be thought, seen, felt, smelled, heard, tasted, broken, burnt, injured,  or smeared - the Big Nothing.  Funny enough, Nothing turns out to be Everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-4859984402428902891?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4859984402428902891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=4859984402428902891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/4859984402428902891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/4859984402428902891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2009/06/thinking-it-is-not-it.html' title='Thinking It Is Not It'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-939321211381510663</id><published>2009-06-05T17:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:59:12.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Ado About Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Helma: I'd like everything to be totally clear. No residues in believing things that aren't true. No more lies to be believed in. It's like I won't rest before everything is seen for what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;V: Might I suggest that belief is completely unnecessary? Forget belief completely. This is a completely existential understanding - there is absolutely nothing you need to "accept" or "believe." Look to your own direct experience, moment to moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Helma: Secondly: to be totally present and not go into the thoughts of past and future is much more relaxing. &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;V: Absolutely!&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Helma: No things to deal with. But it feels like I am not &lt;i&gt;allowed&lt;/i&gt; to let go of thoughts. There seem to be things to be dealt with first. Whe I speak with friends we talk about things we have learnt from life. It is almost as if we have to learn things, e.g. in my case, to be more assertive, to not be a perfectionist, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;V: There is no "have to." Notice that in resting as awareness, simply and naturally in a completely uncontrived fashion, learning happens, responses happen in conversation with friends, etc. Just relax as awareness (it's what you already are anyway!) and you'll find that assertiveness and ease will arise as needed.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Stay with the simplicity of Awareness, as often as you remember, and what needs to be addressed will be clear and it will be handled from the wisdom and spaciousness of Awareness - the real "you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Helma: There's much tension in my body and it feels like I have to learn things so that the tension will fall away. There's the idea that when I am stronger as a person, not so insecure or when I have brought some changes to my life, my body won't be suffering from the stress it is in now.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;V: That is quite a story :-) Isn't awareness present for all of those thoughts, too? Stay with the awareness and leave everything else alone.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Helma: To let go of thoughts seems like I am not helping solve those issues, so they will remain. Although I realize it is the other way round. But still... it won't let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;V: There is no "it" and there is no "you" - see right now that these are both ideas taking shape in present awareness, just like turbulence takes shape in a river. The turbulence isn't separate from the river - it has no independent existence apart from the river, and it disappears back "into" the river - its source. The turbulence in the river is not an issue to be solved for the river, is it? And yet, by simply leaving it alone, the turbulence is completely "solved."&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Helma: Although I don't like it, I feel like I have to investigate where the stress comes from etc. and have to put time into it. Much more pleasant it would be to not have to worry or think about the personality stuff and to just be...enjoy being, being empty.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;V: Yes. And the only thing stopping you is your belief in your own story that something must be done about it. Relax. Just rest as this vast openness that "you" already are. Everything is already OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-939321211381510663?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/939321211381510663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=939321211381510663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/939321211381510663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/939321211381510663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2009/06/much-ado-about-nothing.html' title='Much Ado About Nothing'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-4224740078577114202</id><published>2009-06-05T15:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:23:26.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Awareness Chronically Shy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.8ex; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-style: solid; padding-left: 1ex; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 24px;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;M: Hi!   My name is Michele; I am so happy you have started a blog and shared your insights. I have been reading your posts for a couple of months, following the link from Annette’s site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;V: Annette was a HUGE help to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;M: I decided to put myself at the keyboard this morning to write you after ending up on your blog again, and reading your profile, (with the complicity of a cold that keeps me home). I found a warmth in your message so disarming that I felt I wanted to come in contact with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;V: I'm glad you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;M: To briefly introduce myself, I am 28 and live in Sweden. My biography includes 8 years of seeking (Nisargadatta, Watts, U.G., R. Guenon, Annette, Hartong, Jeff Foster, DH Harding and others I forgot in the years), depression, and an underground feeling of dissatisfaction and not being able to find "my place in the world".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;V: This sounds very familiar! Perhaps we were separated at birth!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;M: I wanted to bring up some issues about the spiritual search I find myself in. For example, I have a difficulty in understanding what I have often heard teachers say: that the presence of awareness is unchanged by the particular states that occur, or that nothing needs to change. When I deal with afflictive states, vicious circles, defensiveness, etc., the more I try to notice this awareness the more I feel it’s just another ego activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;V: The "presence of awareness" or the "awareness of presence" or "presence" or "awareness" all are imperfect attempts at describing THAT which KNOWS/SEES everything that you wrote including afflictive states, vicious circles, defensiveness, and the thought story "this is just another ego activity." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Right now, at this very moment as you read this, isn't awareness present? Really look. Awareness is immediately and constantly present. There has NEVER been a moment during which awareness was not present in, as, and through this character "Michele." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Awareness/Seeing/Knowing is the natural state (not really a "state" but you get what I mean). By simply resting, leaving absolutely everything alone, letting everything be as it is, we rest in and as Awareness. There really is no choice to do or be otherwise although I know there seems to be for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Nonetheless, don't bother with that question of choice or no-choice. Just rest as awareness - let everything be as it is just for this instant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;M: I also suffer of chronic shyness and it looks like this entire spiritual search is just a way of topping this up with a lot of adornments that doesn’t change the substance of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;V: Chronic shyness is a thought story, right? What is shyness? Isn't it a collection of thinking that says something like "maybe they won't like me, maybe they will, maybe I'll look foolish, maybe my feet are too big," and on and on along with particular sensations? More to the point, we believe the thought story and mix it with the thought story "me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In order to say "I'm chronically shy," there has to be something there that is AWARE of or KNOWS the thoughts and sensations labeled "chronic shyness," doesn't there? That AWARENESS, which KNOWS the thought story, is what "you" are! It is that simple! You (Awareness) have simply mistaken yourself for a description - "you" are what is aware of all description! And, truly, there is no description without Awareness - they are one and the same – there is only a seeming separation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;For now, just keep resting as the awareness that knows/sees absolutely everything occurring, whether thought or sensation. Relax it all a thousand times a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;M: On the other hand it seems like living in peace, and accepting oneself are possible things and many reached the “goal”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span times="" new=""  style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;V: Of course it is possible, but it is a myth to believe that stories of shyness or anger or sadness - or any other story - will no longer coalesce. It is just that as it is seen that these stories have no existence independent from Awareness, there is less and less identification with any of them and a greater experience of spaciousness. It is true always, but you will know it as you continue to practice leaving everything alone and resting as that which is aware of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 24px; font-size:21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-4224740078577114202?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4224740078577114202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=4224740078577114202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/4224740078577114202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/4224740078577114202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-awareness-chronically-shy.html' title='Is Awareness Chronically Shy?'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-5581159689231386979</id><published>2009-04-16T00:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T01:12:27.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awareness Is Worthless</title><content type='html'>Awareness cannot be taught. &lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot be learned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot be investigated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot be sold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot be marketed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot be spun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot be caught.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot be found or lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot be created.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot be conceptualized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot be analyzed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot be deconstructed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot be seen, heard, touched, tasted, or smelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot be known.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot be burned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot be wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot be cut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot be wounded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot be lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot be increased or decreased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot be practiced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot bring you peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot bring you ease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot increase your bank balance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness cannot offer anything at all other than your dissolution...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;making room for the hum of the refrigerator; the rumble of the UPS truck; the smell of smoke; the feeling of a tight neck; the light's reflection on the salt shaker; gas pains; a wrinkled paper napkin; the thought of the dog and cancer; the click of the cat's claws on the linoleum floor; the lime-green buds on the tree; the cardinal on the black iron feeder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disappointment is a good beginning - it gives Life a tiny crack through which to enter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-5581159689231386979?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5581159689231386979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=5581159689231386979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/5581159689231386979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/5581159689231386979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2009/04/awareness-is-worthless.html' title='Awareness Is Worthless'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-865286393288976569</id><published>2009-03-30T23:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:59:29.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Your Fault - and That's the Good News</title><content type='html'>All of your suffering is your fault. All of my suffering is my fault. It isn't our mother's fault or the fault of our teacher or boss or spouse or partner or dog or genes or the president or the economy or the weather. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our suffering has nothing to do with our income, our education, our weight, our life management skills, our time management skills, our bald spot, our less-than-stellar athletic abilities, our tendency to sweat too much, our questionable choice of friends, or...or...or...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You get the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As long as I believe the THOUGHT that MY suffering comes from or because of YOU (or IT or THEM), then I have reinforced This Conceptual World. Which conceptual world? The one that is telling you at this very moment whether this essay (or the guy writing it) is "right on target" or "he must be full of sh#@!" It is the BELIEF in the THOUGHT (pretty much any thought referring to a "me," by the way) that creates this tense little knot of worry, uncertainty, and insecurity commonly referred to as "me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anytime we complain about anything - our coffee, the heat, the car, the kids - it is US creating our suffering in that moment. It is this believed THOUGHT/IDEA of "I" - and all of the requirements it has of life attached to it - that creates psychological pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take the blame. EXPERIENCE the discomfort in the body without attempting to THINK your way out of it. Remember, it was thinking that created it. Don't try to think your way out of anything - especially thinking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be quiet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask, "what experiences this now?" If an answer comes to mind, it's wrong. Whatever you think, whatever answer comes, throw it away. Keep coming back to the question, "what experiences this now?" Devour the question and let the question devour you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, blame disappears. Fault disappears. Suffering disappears. You disappear...and Life appears, just as it is - blame, fault, and suffering included.  And, that turns out to be more than enough. Weird, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-865286393288976569?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/865286393288976569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=865286393288976569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/865286393288976569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/865286393288976569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-all-your-fault-and-thats-good-news.html' title='It&apos;s All Your Fault - and That&apos;s the Good News'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-8061760866007057160</id><published>2009-01-13T21:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:05:55.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Danger - sort of</title><content type='html'>Any instruction other than to leave everything alone, to relax, to just rest as you are, is dangerous. It is dangerous because it points us back into the shadow realm of thought, technique, manipulation, alteration, effort, and theory.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good news is that the very shining awareness that we are is the source and substance of thought and shadow, too. No matter what, we cannot be separated from Isness - we can only 'think' we have been separated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isness is you-ing you. What a relief! There is nothing to do but rest as we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-8061760866007057160?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8061760866007057160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=8061760866007057160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/8061760866007057160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/8061760866007057160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2009/01/danger-sort-of.html' title='Danger - sort of'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-6966968249832137320</id><published>2009-01-13T21:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:58:53.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom</title><content type='html'>Awareness, Cognizing Emptiness, Knowing, Seeing, Space, Presence, It - whatever name we use - is an absolutely loving mother. She opens her arms and completely allows all that arises - welcomes it, in fact. We can rest in her arms and follow her example of loving allowance or we can fight. In the end, it doesn't really matter because we've never really left 'mom' anyway. But, in the meantime, one way makes for suffering and the other ease and grace. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-6966968249832137320?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6966968249832137320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=6966968249832137320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/6966968249832137320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/6966968249832137320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2009/01/mom.html' title='Mom'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-5054793714410075432</id><published>2009-01-13T21:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:50:22.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Fact</title><content type='html'>We only know what we are doing after-the-fact. The 'decision' to do whatever it is we're doing is 'made', that is, comes to us fully-formed. Then, we say 'I decided.' Thought is always after-the-fact. What we think of as our 'life' is only known in retrospect. Now is completely unknown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-5054793714410075432?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5054793714410075432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=5054793714410075432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/5054793714410075432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/5054793714410075432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-fact.html' title='After the Fact'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-4800391660814341603</id><published>2009-01-13T21:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:45:19.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Escape</title><content type='html'>Seeing this - whatever 'this' is - isn't about finding a way to never experience anything uncomfortable or painful. It is about seeing that the discomfort or pain forms in and is composed of a sea of spacious awareness - just like a stream or a whirlpool is formed in and of the water that composes it. Just that enables us to sit squarely in the middle of it until we see clearly that no one is sitting in the middle of anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-4800391660814341603?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4800391660814341603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=4800391660814341603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/4800391660814341603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/4800391660814341603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-escape.html' title='No Escape'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-4044340306711125934</id><published>2009-01-13T21:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:37:35.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanskrit Lesson</title><content type='html'>If our sense of happiness and peace is dependent upon getting everything in our life 'lined up' just the way we want it, we're screwed - that's a Sanskrit term.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-4044340306711125934?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4044340306711125934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=4044340306711125934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/4044340306711125934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/4044340306711125934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2009/01/sanskrit-lesson.html' title='Sanskrit Lesson'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-3528833944618370514</id><published>2009-01-13T21:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:34:33.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Bed of Nails</title><content type='html'>Our opinions, our beliefs, our certainties, our stories, our memories, our worries and projections - all of these make up the bed of nails on which we lie. Give them space - it is the solvent that dissolves them along with any idea of 'me'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-3528833944618370514?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3528833944618370514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=3528833944618370514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/3528833944618370514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/3528833944618370514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-bed-of-nails.html' title='Our Bed of Nails'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-2751907970777348896</id><published>2009-01-13T21:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:17:31.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Needs to Change</title><content type='html'>Nothing needs to change in the circumstances or particulars of our lives to rest as peace. In fact, the more we attempt to manipulate and alter the particulars of our lives in order to experience peace, the further we will (seem to) move from what we want.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to do? Nothing. Relax. Give up. Release the grip. Resign ourselves to leaving everything alone, letting everything be as it is. We will find that we have always been standing knee-deep in the very peace we have been looking for. What a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-2751907970777348896?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2751907970777348896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=2751907970777348896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/2751907970777348896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/2751907970777348896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-needs-to-change.html' title='Nothing Needs to Change'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-1260632170377287831</id><published>2008-11-16T21:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:02:46.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust It</title><content type='html'>What we who have been 'seekers' have sought is the very thing that watches the seeking, that watches the stopping of seeking, that watches the frustration, the resignation, the eggs cooking, the Monday Night Football game, the dog sleeping, the stomach gurgling, the cold feet, the uncertainty, the bad money management, the opinions, the beliefs, the arguments, the peacefulness and violence, that watches the watching. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What we really are - what &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; really is - is this simple, uncontrived, undivided, unbreakable, unknowable knowing. I am not trying to be obtuse or poetic or philosophical. I really want to help you bring the searching to an end, if that is what you want to do. Right now, you are reading this and you are AWARE of reading it and you are aware of thinking, sights, sounds, and sensations right now. That simple awareness, which has always been here, is what we ALL are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please see that there is nothing you can 'do' other than to just see that there is awareness here right now.  In fact, it is the awareness itself that is seeing the awareness!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resting in awareness is resting in God, Allah, Buddha nature, the Tao, Awareness, Mind, Knowing, Emptiness, the Great Spirit, Wisdom. No matter what name - or no name - just rest right now. This simple non-action of leaving everything alone just for a moment, is everything that all of the wisest people and most sublime scriptures have attempted to point out to us. We can relax. We are already home. We can trust It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-1260632170377287831?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1260632170377287831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=1260632170377287831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/1260632170377287831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/1260632170377287831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/11/trust-it.html' title='Trust It'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-5108662763122942038</id><published>2008-10-19T13:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:26:57.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Random Pointers</title><content type='html'>Awareness is inseparable from phenomena and phenomena are inseparable from awareness - they are different aspects of Being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to change anything that arises. Take refuge in Awareness. Awareness is always present. Rest there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what is happening, we are what Sees it. We can either rest as the Seeing or we can attempt to change, modify, argue, flee, accept, etc. - all ways of avoiding what we are. Relax and leave everything alone. Quit trying to create sculptures from clouds. One path leads to more and more entanglement and suffering; the other leads to more space and freedom. Another way of saying this is that we can either live as Velcro or Teflon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we can just rest, just relax with everything exactly as it is in this moment, we bring suffering to an end. The spaciousness in which all of this arises and plays out is Love. What we are is Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said (paraphrasing), 'Don't build your house on sand.' Most of us haven't really taken that to heart. From one perspective, the 'sands' he spoke of are the ever-changing phenomena of moment-by-moment experience that are constantly shifting, changing, and reshaping. Paradoxically, the most solid, most stable foundation for our lives is this complete spaciousness, this fertile emptiness that is without height, weight, width, depth, color, or mass in and as which everything arises. Yet, this is the very building material that is indestructible and is the foundation of everything with height, weight, width, depth, color, and mass. Our treasure lies in this warm womb of Emptiness, not in the world of form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make too much of this. In my experience, at least, there is no everlasting exalted state. All states, regardless of their character, are impermanent. What we are is the unknowable Seeing of all states. Rest as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Awareness cannot be 'accomplished.' There is no practice that can take you 'there.' What you are is what sees the striving, the frustration, the clarity. You are already It. It's just a matter of acknowledging what is already so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just relax. Regardless of what you are thinking, feeling, or sensing - leave it alone and relax. Rest. Rest as what you already are - it will teach you everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Take a look - is Awareness/Knowing ever not present now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You don't need to change anything. You don't need to 'figure' anything out. You can just leave yourself alone, relax, drop the story (disregard the voice you hear narrating your life), and give all of it Space. You are this Space and Space is about as bothered by what arises within it as the sky is bothered by lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every thought, every emotion, every sensation - when we forget that we are the Seeing of them - becomes like a tiny room with a very tiny window through which we attempt describe and function in the world. As we relax as the Knowing of emotion, thought, and sensation, we realize that we were never really caught in the tiny room (there is no room!) - we just thought we were, and that made it so in our experience, but not in Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;We can't hold on to Awareness, just like we can't grab a handful of water. If you have ever tried to float, you know the harder you try, the quicker you sink! Instead, when you lean back, relax, and allow, you find that the water floats you. The same is true with what you really are - Awareness. Start by resting back, relaxing, and you will find you have never been separate from or other than the very thing for which you search - it is the 'water' being you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-5108662763122942038?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5108662763122942038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=5108662763122942038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/5108662763122942038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/5108662763122942038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-random-pointers.html' title='Some Random Pointers'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-2768427115981830475</id><published>2008-09-21T10:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:04:39.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Two</title><content type='html'>There is not KNOWINGNESS and the OBJECT of knowingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEING and SEEN arise together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has there ever been SEEING without AWARENESS of the SEEN?&lt;br /&gt;Has there ever been HEARING without AWARENESS of the HEARD?&lt;br /&gt;Has there ever been THINKING without AWARENESS of the THOUGHT? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what the seeming multiplicity share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awareness is the seeing and the seen.&lt;br /&gt;Awareness is the hearing and the heard.&lt;br /&gt;Awareness is the thinking and the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-2768427115981830475?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2768427115981830475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=2768427115981830475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/2768427115981830475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/2768427115981830475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-two.html' title='Not Two'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-1655588695307827806</id><published>2008-09-21T09:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T10:24:51.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When In Doubt</title><content type='html'>If you are going to read this as theory, as something 'interesting,' do yourself a favor and go to another website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't intend this to be mean or exclusive. What I am saying is that if you are just reading this out of interest, you won't find it that interesting. If you are reading this as theory, you will be bored with its simplicity. If you are reading this with the idea that 'someday' you will 'get it' and for now you just want to take in as much information about 'it' as you can, give up. If you are reading this and willing to DO what it suggests, keep reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, in THIS very moment, notice...&lt;br /&gt;Sounds&lt;br /&gt;Bodily sensations&lt;br /&gt;Sights&lt;br /&gt;Smells&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is KNOWING those things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER just came to mind - What SEES that?&lt;br /&gt;And the flurry of thoughts that just occurred, what KNOWS that?&lt;br /&gt;IT cannot be named.&lt;br /&gt;IT cannot be seen, heard, felt, tasted, smelled or conceptualized.&lt;br /&gt;Rest as that.&lt;br /&gt;A million times identified as sound, sensation, sight, odor, thought...and a million times just rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in doubt, read this again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-1655588695307827806?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1655588695307827806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=1655588695307827806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/1655588695307827806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/1655588695307827806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-in-doubt.html' title='When In Doubt'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-4897070387368252803</id><published>2008-09-20T18:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:57:08.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Futile Attempt to Change What Is Already Changing</title><content type='html'>There has never been any emotion, any thought, any sensation, any situation, that has remained the same. Never. Look into your own direct experience right now - this isn't some grand, esoteric teaching. Whatever you were thinking, feeling, or sensing when you began reading this paragraph has changed by now. That incessant, effervescing flow is happening all the time - bubbling, frothing, flowing and never staying the same. Notice, too, that the awareness - the Seeing - of these phenomena, has NOT changed. Experiences are just like the images appearing on the television screen; they are in constant motion, but the space of the screen doesn't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what is happening, we can either be caught in phenomena and attempt to modify or change what is already constantly changing, or we can just rest, relax, and leave everything alone. Awareness is inseparable from thought/emotion/sensation and thought/emotion/sensation is inseparable from Awareness. It is one and the same. Focusing on trying to modify what is constantly modifying leads to more and more entanglement and suffering; no longer efforting reveals space and freedom already complete and whole. Awareness is always present - it IS presence - YOU are presence. Just rest there; and when you doubt that you are doing it right, rest there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are OK. &lt;br /&gt;Everything is OK. &lt;br /&gt;Really. &lt;br /&gt;See for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;Rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-4897070387368252803?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4897070387368252803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=4897070387368252803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/4897070387368252803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/4897070387368252803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/09/futile-attempt-to-change-what-is.html' title='The Futile Attempt to Change What Is Already Changing'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-2084162430991969794</id><published>2008-07-14T16:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:54:56.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Your Senses Point You Home</title><content type='html'>I am sitting on my porch on a sleepy summer afternoon here in&lt;br /&gt;Springfield. I close my eyes and listen to the house wrens and&lt;br /&gt;cardinals calling to one another. Now and then my dog, Shadow, barks at&lt;br /&gt;a biker or another dog barking in the distance. A truck rumbles by on&lt;br /&gt;the street at the end of the block. I feel warmth and tingling in my&lt;br /&gt;feet, especially the arches. The bumpy wicker chair's arm presses&lt;br /&gt;against my elbow and the computer heats my lap. Jenna, my neighbor,&lt;br /&gt;walks out of her house while talking on the cell phone, opens her car&lt;br /&gt;door, puts a bag on the seat, closes the door, and returns to her house&lt;br /&gt;still talking. Two flies chase each other around the bird feeders. The&lt;br /&gt;soft breeze moves the branches of the sycamore. A circular saw whines&lt;br /&gt;down the block. Patterns of light and shadow wander over the green wood&lt;br /&gt;of the porch floor. My stomach tenses thinking of some nebulous worry.&lt;br /&gt;The sun shines on a spider's web between bricks and porch railing,&lt;br /&gt;turning it into crystal. A thought of my cat, Pumpkin, who died Friday,&lt;br /&gt;forms and dissolves. Another thought that my mother will die someday,&lt;br /&gt;too, forms and dissolves. The red arm of the thermometer registers 82.&lt;br /&gt;Bushes waiting to be planted lean against one another at the end of the&lt;br /&gt;drive. The thought 'I see all of this' forms and dissolves. Now more&lt;br /&gt;birds. Discomfort in the left elbow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone&lt;br /&gt;experiencing this? Look closely in your own experience right now.&lt;br /&gt;Outside of the thought 'I am -----', are you? The thoughts, whether&lt;br /&gt;they shout 'I am somebody' or 'I am nobody' or anything else, are just&lt;br /&gt;like the wrens - flying back and forth through emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow&lt;br /&gt;your senses to point you home. Come to your senses now. Listen. See.&lt;br /&gt;Feel. Taste. Smell. Pick one sense. Notice everything arising as that&lt;br /&gt;sense. Notice, too, the thoughts that arise simultaneously. The&lt;br /&gt;thoughts just arise - there is no one 'deciding' to think them.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are simply seen, too, just like the sense objects. Even the&lt;br /&gt;thought 'I see them' is itself another thought and, upon direct&lt;br /&gt;looking, is seen to refer to nothing other than this openknowingness .&lt;br /&gt;Everything, absolutely everything, that has ever taken form (including&lt;br /&gt;what we refer to as 'states')has arisen within this formless awareness.&lt;br /&gt;What 'you' typically refer to as 'I' or 'me' has also always and only&lt;br /&gt;taken shape within this same formless awareness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very&lt;br /&gt;moment, the reading, the computer, the sounds, the smells, the&lt;br /&gt;thoughts, the sense of 'I' - everything - is forming and dissolving&lt;br /&gt;within and as this Great Knowing Formlessness. You ARE this Great&lt;br /&gt;Knowing Formlessness. Relax. Enjoy the birds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-2084162430991969794?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2084162430991969794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=2084162430991969794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/2084162430991969794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/2084162430991969794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/07/let-your-senses-point-you-home.html' title='Let Your Senses Point You Home'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-9027903043138601588</id><published>2008-07-01T21:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:38:41.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Living Through Chemistry</title><content type='html'>The following is a letter from a reader (Tim) that addresses a fundamental misunderstanding. I hope this article helps to clarify it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim: I never wrote to you before - read your blog occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I'm surprised at though is the fact that you take anxiety meds - I would have expected realizing "the truth" would relieve emotional tension most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: Overall, there is less tension - much less. However, the “realization of truth” is always here and now - it never begins and it never stops and never ends - it is always fresh. There is no longer (this will be awkward, but I think you’ll get my point) the experience of an experiencer in this experience - Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim: At the very least, I would say that like a spinning wheel coming to a stop, you will eventually not need it - what are your thoughts on this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: I may or may not need it – no idea. Who is there to care? Don’t get too hung up on some idea of ‘realization’ and what happens or doesn’t happen because NOTHING HAPPENS! The body/life continues along as before AND it is totally different. Realization is seeing that there never was anyone here to ‘become realized.’ There is just this, now, here and no one to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s interesting that this idea comes up, about the medication thing, isn’t it? Would you be surprised to know that I take a cholesterol-lowering medication? Would you expect that ‘after realization’ one should come to a point where it is eventually not needed? Notice the artificial division that is created. Thought does this all the time. Recognizing what you are at a fundamental level does not exempt the body from the need for food, water, air, shelter, warmth, etc. Same here – the brain is part of the body – an organ just like the liver or spleen – and it benefits a great deal from the anxiety medication (an antidepressant)… better living through chemistry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim, you know, I think your phrase “spinning wheel” fits what I am trying to say: the experience used to be one of being the spokes and the wheel and feeling very ‘dizzy.’ Now, the spokes and wheel continue to spin, albeit somewhat more slowly most of the time, but it doesn’t matter because now I see that you and I and everyone else who ever took shape on this earth(and the earth, too) is also – and most fundamentally – the space in the middle of the spinning wheel and the space in which the wheel spins. Nonetheless, my ‘wheel’ has always been a bit 'out of balance' (just ask my wife) and the medication helps to create a much more pleasant experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is useful and I hope that anyone reading this who is ‘searching’ and struggling with depression or anxiety (or any other physical illness) will get the help they need – ‘you’ are already ‘realized’ anyway - 'you' just haven't 'realized' it! There are no extra points for agony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-9027903043138601588?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/9027903043138601588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=9027903043138601588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/9027903043138601588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/9027903043138601588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/07/better-living-through-chemistry.html' title='Better Living Through Chemistry'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-7102509436836448880</id><published>2008-06-24T23:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:03:32.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop It All and Take a Walk - A Response to a Reader</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Raj: I can feel or let me say, I know I am 'aware' only when I see things around (visible world).  Without them I do not even know whether I am ‘present’ or 'aware' (like in deep sleep).  So is it correct to say: my Awareness = the things around when I am in my wakeful state?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;VF: Raj, you write “without [objects] I do not even know whether I am present or aware. So is it correct to say my awareness equals the things around me when I am in a wakeful state?” Who possesses this awareness referred to? What is this “I” that is or is not in a “wakeful state?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Please look clearly at your question and see the misunderstanding at its core. Seeing that, the question dissolves. So, let me add a little solvent to see if we can hasten the process!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Is there an 'I' who is 'aware'? That is, on direct investigation, can a separate entity be found who is aware? Or, is there just IT/Awareness in and as which ALL objects - physical, mental, emotional, visible, aural, textured, and odorous - appear? There is never a 'you' present whether in deep sleep or waking or any other expression of consciousness. There is no separation between objects seemingly arising 'within' Awareness and Awareness. They are one and the same.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everything is an expression of formlessness. Everything is an expression of IT. There is not a reciprocal relationship between objects and Awareness - for this to be so would require separation between the seeming object and a seeming witness. Even this seeming reciprocity is part of IT. THIS/IT is causeless. IT arises immediately-spontaneously-completely-at once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raj: The so called end of seeking is: this body-mind exists with all the sensations sort of smeared somewhere in the visible world without my consciously feeling “I-ness" and it feels like an effort to call the "I-ness" into attention?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;VF: It is much simpler. The end of seeking is simply the recognition that the seeker is the sought. The end of seeking comes when the fiction of a separate someone who is looking for a special something is seen for what it is - a phantom, a shadow, a vanishing echo, a dream.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Is there seeking right now? Or, is there just looking at squiggles on the screen and thoughts arising? What is seeking other than more thinking, more story about something to be found? Drop it now! Finish this! What is sought will NEVER be uncovered with more thought – only more deeply buried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raj: Even in that non-existent "I-ness", this body is still separate and distinct sitting in this space (India) and Vince is another body sitting in another space (USA).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;VF: Interesting story!&lt;br /&gt;Find something that is not IT. Separate something from IT and send it to me. Is there anything not IT, including the story of a separate body here and a separate body sitting there? Raj, I-IT is looking through your eyes right now and you-IT are looking through mine. Where is the separation? Remember, the role of thought is to divide.  The ability to divide has its uses, but a thought cannot know IT even though thought is an expression of IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better yet, drop all of this, including my response, and take a walk. Listen to the birds, to the wind, smell the air, look at the open sky, feel the earth beneath your feet. Leave these considerations alone and rest. IT is Raj-ing, Raj. Just rest as IT (there really is no choice anyway) and then see if there are any questions or if there is just relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be well. &lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Vince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-7102509436836448880?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/7102509436836448880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=7102509436836448880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/7102509436836448880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/7102509436836448880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/06/drop-it-all-and-take-walk-response-to.html' title='Drop It All and Take a Walk - A Response to a Reader'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-1200408500897416189</id><published>2008-06-23T13:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T13:15:36.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End the Search with THIS!</title><content type='html'>Right now, in this moment, aren't 'you' being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, in this moment, look directly and answer this question: does it take any effort to be right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Absolutely everything else is a dead-end direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't any more to IT than This.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-1200408500897416189?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1200408500897416189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=1200408500897416189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/1200408500897416189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/1200408500897416189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-search-with-this.html' title='End the Search with THIS!'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-2507583084465684753</id><published>2008-06-21T15:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T16:05:02.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open the Door Even Wider</title><content type='html'>This pathless path is not one of perfection. As has been written by countless others, there is nothing that you need to do to recognize who/what you really are. Nonetheless, many of us are addicted to the idea of spiritual progress or spiritual perfection. We have been taught to look at everything we do – eating, sleeping, exercising, raising children, cleaning the porch, washing the dishes, making love, maintaining a relationship, dressing, earning money, decorating a house, driving the car, being a ‘seeker’ – through the eyes of achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achievement suggests that there is something that we must do in order to obtain some desired result in the future. We assume (read here, ‘believe the thought-story’) that there is some ‘secret way’ that will result in some kind of special and life-altering attainment. It is this very movement away from what is towards what we believe should be that creates the (seeming) barrier to our (seeming) ‘attainment'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that ever needs to be ‘done’ (and it really isn’t a ‘doing’ so much as an ‘allowing’) is to open the door wider. This means to simply allow whatever is arising in this very experience to be as it is. Is there disappointment? Good. Open the door.  Is there fear? Good. Open the door. Is there the story that ‘you’ will never ‘get it’? Good. Open the door. Is there disinterest in all of this seeking? Good. Open the door. Is there pain in the body? Good. Open the door. Is there joy? Good. Open the door. Is there frustration and disagreement in reading this? Good. Open the door. Is there a complete lack of understanding of what is being pointed to here? Good. Open the door. Is there recognition that weeds need to be pulled from the tomatoes? Good. Open the door. Is there boredom? Good. Open the door. Is there a desire to practice? Good. Open the door. Is there a desire to pray? Good. Open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep opening the door wider. Allow and welcome all of the ‘guests’. Especially, open the door to, and welcome, your own beautiful and bumbling humanity – the struggle, the worry, the pain, the upset, the miserable, the magnificent, the fearful, the loving, the transcendent, the daily grind, the conflict, the despair, the hope, the vindictiveness, the greed,the loss, the joy, the contentment. Seeing who You are doesn’t erase this life,this very moment. That is another belief,another idea – open the door wide to it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Beingness-Awareness is omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent, then IT is HERE NOW in this very experience! ‘You’ are ‘It’ NOW. No achievement or attainment can bring It to ‘you’ – It is you-ing you! There isn’t a ‘better’ experience to ‘work towards.’ This is it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open the door wide! Better yet, take it off its hinges and throw it in the fire. By the way, the belief in a separate ‘I’ is the material from which the door is made and is completely combustible – let it burn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-2507583084465684753?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2507583084465684753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=2507583084465684753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/2507583084465684753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/2507583084465684753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/06/open-door-even-wider.html' title='Open the Door Even Wider'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-3092598480976721041</id><published>2008-06-17T11:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:19:23.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Effort Needed</title><content type='html'>If you really want to be done with the search, don't read this as an intellectual exercise. Don't read this as just another step on your way to "finally getting it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, right now, look directly at this very moment. Take your time and really look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See color, shape, and movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sense pressure, texture, and temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that absolutely no effort is required for any of this to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensing, seeing, hearing are all happening, right now, effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice, in this moment - right now - reading is happening. Squiggles are seen on the screen and thoughts take shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice thought in this moment...picture, word, sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The content of some thought refers to activities that have already occurred - the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The content of some thought refers to activities that may occur - the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that regardless of the content of the thought, the thought itself is arising in this moment - right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that there is probably an assumption that 'I observe the thought...I hear...I see...I sense...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that these assumptions are also thoughts arising in this moment - right now. They are seen by...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that any answer given is another thought arising right now and seen by...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes no effort whatsoever to simply see, simply listen, simply sense. If efforting arises, that is simply seen, too. It takes no effort to notice effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Awareness. This is Beingness. This is Isness. This is It. This is what you are. No effort is needed to see this. No effort is needed to get here. No effort is needed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt to not be aware. What happens? Try to not be here. What happens? Try to not be. What happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let effort be the reminder that no effort is necessary to be what you already are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-3092598480976721041?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3092598480976721041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=3092598480976721041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/3092598480976721041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/3092598480976721041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-effort-needed.html' title='No Effort Needed'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-2777128747700694813</id><published>2008-06-14T13:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T13:40:33.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good News</title><content type='html'>There is nothing to do that can take you any closer to where you already are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if everything is already alright? What if you are exactly where you need to be? What if life is living you perfectly? What if it is seen that the ‘you’ is just another thought arising in…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are already whole, already complete. There isn’t anything you need to change or improve or understand in order to rest as this vast Natural Intelligence that you are. It is only a thought that says there is a ‘you’ who is ‘alive’. The Knowingness that you are recognizes that ‘you’ are really being lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can relax. It is already done. You are already a Buddha, already an expression of the Body of Christ. There is nothing more that can be done to improve upon it. Notice this now and simply rest as this Natural Great Perfection. Attempting to improve upon it is like trying to increase the height of Mount Everest by dropping a grain of sand at its base.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is good news. You have arrived. You never really went anywhere to begin with. It is only the character in the story that has traveled. We are all dreaming until realization. Then, the dream continues as before, but there is a knowing that the dream is happening. Nothing changes and everything changes. This can all be seen from the very spot on which you now stand. You are already on Holy Ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-2777128747700694813?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2777128747700694813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=2777128747700694813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/2777128747700694813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/2777128747700694813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-news.html' title='The Good News'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-8040298543496973625</id><published>2008-06-04T23:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:33:40.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Needs to Be Done</title><content type='html'>Nothing needs to be done to simply rest as the awareness that You are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No practices are needed. No special breathing. No need to sit in the lotus posture. No more books to read. No more talks to attend. No more weekend workshops and trainings are necessary. No particular geographical location is more auspicious than another. No special clothes need to be worn. No need to wear Birkenstocks. No need to become a vegetarian or a vegan. No need to join the Green Party. No need to stop smoking cigars. No need to only wear natural fabrics. No need to Wabi Sabi or Feng Shui your home. No need take a month long retreat. No need to stop listening to jazz and start listening to Indian ragas. No need to look for a blessing from a spiritual teacher. No particular type of thinking is necessary. No particular order of thinking is necessary. No need to have a flexible body. No need to be in good health. No need to sit zazen. No need to watch Nisargadatta on YouTube. Understand, you may do any or all or none of these things – nothing wrong with any of them – but none of them can take you anywhere or make what You already are more available than it is in this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You absolutely, unequivocally, already are the vast, open, clear, unstained, unnamable, unknowable, inexperiencable (is that a word?), beyond-intelligent, unendingly creative emptiness. Everything else, absolutely everything else is a seeming-object/form arising within You…even the seeming-you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever doubt or worry or urgency or straining or efforting or hopelessness or certainty or ease or, well, anything arises, do nothing. Rest. Notice that it arises, has its moment, and dissolves again into…what? You. In fact, even the objects/forms are Awareness – are You. Even the sense of separation is Awareness/You. You can’t get away from You. Everything arises within and is dependent upon You. Give up. There is no escape. Another way of saying this is…aaaaahhhhhhh…rest. No matter what thoughts or books or self-improvement programs tell you, You are already fine the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are already what you are looking for – but only right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-8040298543496973625?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8040298543496973625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=8040298543496973625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/8040298543496973625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/8040298543496973625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothing-needs-to-be-done.html' title='Nothing Needs to Be Done'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-8954206843865677191</id><published>2008-05-23T02:16:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T03:05:35.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Space: The Antidote</title><content type='html'>I frequently get email questions from people who read the blog. I really appreciate the questions; they are a great help in clarifying what is written. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hear in many of the emails a great deal of frustration and efforting and pushing to "figure it out." What I came to see, thanks to so many who graciously gave of their time and insight, is that there is no way to "figure it out." That came as a great disappointment to me. It was tremendously frustrating and I thought that people were just hiding something from me because they didn't think I was "ready" or maybe I was just asking questions in the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attempt to "figure it out" is at the heart of what the Zen tradition refers to as the 'gateless gate' that keeps us locked out of the garden (our true nature). Of course, the joke on all of us is that we have never left the garden; it is impossible for us to not be our true nature. However, we frequently remain mesmerized by the pictures and sounds that play in the fully-equipped theatre of thought. It was certainly no different in my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to suggest something that is somewhat difficult to explain, but if you "listen softly" - as William Samuel used to say - I hope might be helpful in bringing the search and suffering to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that space surrounds and interpenetrates everything. In fact, it is accurate to say that everything is composed of space, a great emptiness. As the Heart Sutra says, "Form is emptiness and emptiness is form." Both interdependently co-arise. All form exists within space and all space exists within form, and while there appears to be a separation, that, too is an arising of space-form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I pointing this out? Because all suffering (confusion, struggle, efforting, pushing, grasping, aversion, attachment, etc.) involves awareness "collapsing" around an object. We mistake ourselves and the Open Knowingness that we are for impermanent, object-arisings. It is as if awareness is 'shrink wrapped' around a particular arising and space is 'lost'. Of course, in absolute terms, this is not at all the case; everything takes shape within infinitely clear, open space - even the experience of losing infinitely clear, open space! Nonetheless, our experience is frequently that of collapsing around some emotion-thought and being squeezed into some uncomfortable shape (like being stuffed into your school locker by seniors when you were a freshman!). Our most common reaction is to fight against the capture. This struggle against the experience tires and frustrates us, encouraging further collapse and more suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this antidote: simply 'give space to' whatever is arising. Do nothing other than allow. A driver cuts you off in traffic and anger arises? Give it space. Frustration arises because you tell yourself the story that you shouldn't be angry? Give it space. Your hands grip the steering wheel with a vengence and your jaw clenches? Give it space. You forget to give it space? Give that space, too. Just keep allowing, 100,000 times a day. You will never run out of space to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep giving space to whatever arises - anger, irritation, frustration, worry, sadness, judgment, love, passion, excitement, confusion, criticism, forgetfulness, discouragement, laughter, attraction, focus, memories, uncertainty, numbness, tension, pain, sounds, odors, sights, sensations, thought, emotion. All of it, including uncertainty about how to do it and worry about whether or not you are doing it right. Give space to the search. Give space to the concern that you will never 'get it'. Give space to other people who are not doing it (whatever it is) 'right'. Give space to your unreasonableness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving space to these seeming objects/events will come naturally (go ahead now and give space to the thought that you don't think it will and that you really don't get it). Giving everything more and more space will come naturally because you ARE space, too, not just form. Allowing space is simply a recognition of the full emptiness of your true nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't get it. Neither do I. You are a lost cause. So am I. Let's give that space, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-8954206843865677191?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8954206843865677191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=8954206843865677191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/8954206843865677191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/8954206843865677191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/05/space-antidote.html' title='Space: The Antidote'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-5308682231400591050</id><published>2008-05-21T00:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:29:53.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What IS the Point? Part II</title><content type='html'>The point is Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as we remain caught in the fiction of separation, there is fear and defending and attacking to maintain the form - and there are countless forms: people and dogs and nations and ideals and philosophies and theories and property and mine and yours and certainty and right and wrong and Christians and Jews and us and them and Democrats and Republicans and conservatives and liberals and educated and uneducated and rich and poor and beautiful and ugly and man and woman and terrorist and freedom-fighter and war and peace and on and on and on - the history of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we SEE, as soon as we SEE that there is no one to awaken, then we SEE that there is no "we." There is only just THIS. The Great Empty Knowingness that is looking through the eyes of the 'One' typing this is the same Knowingness looking through the eyes of the 'One' reading this. There really is just this One. There has never been anything else. There has just been an ongoing story. It is the belief in the story, the fiction, the movie of separation, that allows us to hurt and kill "the other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no 'other.' Seeing that directly eliminates the fear that drives the need to protect the fictional 'me' from the fictional 'you.' We, you, I am not two. There is no multiplicity. There is just the complete Allness. You are It and I am It and she is It and he is It and they are It and we are It and this is It and that is All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the point of All of It is Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-5308682231400591050?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5308682231400591050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=5308682231400591050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/5308682231400591050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/5308682231400591050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-point-part-ii.html' title='What IS the Point? Part II'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-2684115981532720594</id><published>2008-05-20T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:58:58.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What IS the Point?</title><content type='html'>The following is an email exchange from a reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the sender of the question: I am sorry I was not able to respond to you privately via email, but the comment you left was anonymous. I hope this at least begins to address your question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Matthew): Nice post, Vince, but let me challenge you a bit. You say there's no problem without thought. Obvious enough -- but let's say I have a son with leukemia who is going through painful and sickening chemotherapy. Am I not going to think about his suffering, and therefore see no "problem"? So what is your point? Saying that there's no problem without thought strikes me as saying that there's no pain in the leg if you don't have a leg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vince): Hi Matthew - thank you for your note. Let's see what comes regarding your question.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I know that when members of my family (and friends) have been very ill, I have certainly thought about them. There is a kind of thinking that is very functional and helps us deal with the present moment (and bake cakes, clean kitchen counters, organize the garage, create spreadsheets, etc.). This thinking simply arises, serves its purpose, and evaporates. "I" don't collapse around it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My dad died from a degenerative neurological disorder that caused significant deterioration in nearly all areas of functioning for him. I certainly thought about it and thought about him. He died. I miss him every day. So, what is the point? The point, is bringing an end to psychological suffering. The point, in my experience, is that as long as I mistake myself (or my father) for this limited physical experience rather than this beyond-infinite beingness in which every thought, experience, dad, vince, son, etc. arises, problems continue to arise. Suffering is created and perpetuated by the collapse of a seeming "me" around a story - a story constructed completely of thought, completely conceptually. I see in my direct experience that there is never a problem now. Never. However, substitute this very life in this very instant with the pseudo-life of thought, then problems materialize in every direction.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, if my son was living with leukemia and painful, sickening chemotherapy, I would do everything in my power to help rid him of the disease and the pain. I would think about him. I would probably feel sad and desperate and angry. I would feel like my heart was breaking. I would probably have the thought that this shouldn't be happening. All of this, is the livingness that we are. Where is the problem in this?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Where is the problem in going to the hospital, remembering to bring the clean pajamas, calling the pediatric oncologist, holding my son's hand while he cries or moans, wiping his forehead, giving him a sip of water, crying when I see him, holding my wife, and on and on? There is no problem in any of these moments - there is simply the direct experiencing of what is. This IS livingness. If we remain only with what is, there is a richness and depth and kind-heartedness that permeates all of existence - even pain, and tragedy, and death. We cannot point to "a problem." We can point to a boy, a hospital bed, a catheter, a nurse, wet hair - but "a problem" only exists in the realm of concept.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I hope this clarifies what I wrote and helps in some way. Please feel free to write again if I have only confused the matter or if you have other questions.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Vince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-2684115981532720594?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2684115981532720594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=2684115981532720594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/2684115981532720594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/2684115981532720594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-point.html' title='What IS the Point?'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-1122405532486828927</id><published>2008-05-19T01:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T01:26:35.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is Nothing to Be Done, and Yet...</title><content type='html'>There is nothing that needs to be done about “the world.” The world is a concept. It arises in this present awareness as various combinations of sensation (read “sensing”) and thought. Look into your immediate experience. Can you find “a world” anywhere other than in this present awareness? There is no world – there are old quilts, paper cuts, sleeping dogs, dry skin, train whistles, darkness, dandelions, purple paint, pagers, pain in the back of the arms, thoughts about the weather and the middle east and strawberries. What is your world right now? See that it has died and arisen a billion times. It arises from nowhere and dissolves back into nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that needs to be done about “other people.” Other people are experiencing of combinations of light and shadow and physical sensation (i.e., seeing, hearing, feeling, smelling, tasting) and thought. “Other people” arise only as these combinations presently. What other people do you see right now? Do they come to you in any way other than as combinations of sensing-thinking in this moment? They arise from nowhere and dissolve back into nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that needs to be done about thoughts.  They are picture and sound. They exist for an instant and evaporate. They arise from nowhere and dissolve back into nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that needs to be done about physical sensations. All sensing – seeing, hearing, tasting, touching, and smelling – is sensation.  Itches, contractions, tingling, coolness, softness, pinching, heating - all arise from nowhere and dissolve back into nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that needs to be done about emotions. Emotion is nothing more than a combination of thought and sensation. Notice that emotion is sensation linked with a story. The building blocks of emotion arise from nowhere and dissolve back into nowhere (see above). Emotion does the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that needs to be done about “problems.” What are they? Can there be a problem without a thought? Is there anything, in your direct experience right now, which can be called a problem without the judgment of thought? Is there any “problem” that has not arisen from nowhere and dissolved back into nowhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that needs to be done about “you.” What are you, anyway? Is there anything “wrong” with you without the judgment of thought making it so? In direct experience in this very moment, is there anything other than sensation and thought?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes, there is.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a game. Answering the question with your blood and bone will vaporize you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-1122405532486828927?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1122405532486828927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=1122405532486828927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/1122405532486828927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/1122405532486828927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-is-nothing-to-be-done-and-yet.html' title='There Is Nothing to Be Done, and Yet...'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-5480743480682082515</id><published>2008-04-20T02:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T02:42:52.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes (In no particular order)</title><content type='html'>You mistake yourself for the sun&lt;br /&gt;but are Space;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mistake yourself for the wave&lt;br /&gt;but are Ocean;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mistake yourself for a body&lt;br /&gt;but are Being;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mistake yourself for alive&lt;br /&gt;but are Never Born;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mistake yourself for a seeker&lt;br /&gt;but are the Sought;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mistake yourself for a student&lt;br /&gt;but are Knowing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mistake yourself for a name&lt;br /&gt;but are Unknowable;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mistake yourself for opinions&lt;br /&gt;but are Silence;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mistake yourself for imagination and memory&lt;br /&gt;but are Thoughtless;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mistake yourself for yesterday and tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;but are Now;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mistake yourself for here&lt;br /&gt;but are Placeless;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mistake yourself for a child&lt;br /&gt;but are the Mother;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mistake yourself for fears&lt;br /&gt;but are Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop mistaking yourself for something!&lt;br /&gt;Admit that you don't understand!&lt;br /&gt;There is no map.&lt;br /&gt;Live Not-Knowing.&lt;br /&gt;You are already home.&lt;br /&gt;Rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-5480743480682082515?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5480743480682082515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=5480743480682082515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/5480743480682082515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/5480743480682082515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/04/mistakes-in-no-particular-order.html' title='Mistakes (In no particular order)'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-4931959576884231724</id><published>2008-04-20T02:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T02:29:53.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Advice When Drowning</title><content type='html'>Give up.&lt;br /&gt;This body never&lt;br /&gt;had a chance.&lt;br /&gt;Born in the deepest ocean,&lt;br /&gt;it began sinking&lt;br /&gt;before its first breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop thrashing.&lt;br /&gt;Sink.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in what you fear.&lt;br /&gt;The water will dissolve&lt;br /&gt;what you never were,&lt;br /&gt;leaving only Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-4931959576884231724?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4931959576884231724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=4931959576884231724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/4931959576884231724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/4931959576884231724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-advice-when-drowning.html' title='Some Advice When Drowning'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-4957779901719837148</id><published>2008-04-18T03:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T04:52:13.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something To Do</title><content type='html'>There is nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the imposter's belief-thought that much can be done to "awaken." Watch the thought 'there are books to read;' watch the thought 'there are practices to do;' watch the thought 'there are films to view;' watch the thought 'there are conversations to have;' watch the thought 'there are tapes and talks to listen to;' watch the thought 'there are satsangs to attend;' watch the thought 'there are websites to search;' watch the thought 'there are techniques to master.' This imposter lives, moves, and has its being in, by, and as thought - nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look. Can 'you' find the 'you' that tells 'you' that there is much 'you' can do to awaken anywhere other than in and as thought? Right now, awareness SEES the thinking that has stirred as a result of these word-thoughts. Is SEEING another thought? Can thought SEE thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look; REALLY look. Watch the imposter's facile explanations and claims - all thoughts. These habitual thoughts are the story, the spell. SEEING does not require thought. No doubt, thought will continue to arise; but, what cares other than another thought that says "I care?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can be done? Some suggestions that may help, unless they don't...&lt;br /&gt;Don't move, unless movement happens.&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk, unless talking happens.&lt;br /&gt;Don't eat, unless eating happens.&lt;br /&gt;Don't breathe, unless breathing happens.&lt;br /&gt;Don't sleep, unless sleeping happens.&lt;br /&gt;Don't work, unless working happens.&lt;br /&gt;Don't search, unless searching happens.&lt;br /&gt;Don't read, unless reading happens.&lt;br /&gt;Don't touch, unless touching happens.&lt;br /&gt;Don't choose, unless choosing happens.&lt;br /&gt;Don't live, unless living happens.&lt;br /&gt;Don't die, unless dying happens.&lt;br /&gt;Don't care, unless caring happens.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be, unless being happens.&lt;br /&gt;Don't do, unless doing happens.&lt;br /&gt;Don't not do, unless not doing happens.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think, unless thinking happens.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you, unless you-ing happens.&lt;br /&gt;Just watch, and nothing happens...&lt;br /&gt;except for everything.&lt;br /&gt;Watch that, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-4957779901719837148?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/4957779901719837148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=4957779901719837148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/4957779901719837148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/4957779901719837148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/04/something-to-do.html' title='Something To Do'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-588468442918668789</id><published>2008-04-11T22:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:58:56.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are a Finger in Your Eye...Seriously!</title><content type='html'>Bring a finger (your choice) up to one of your eyes - very close - notice that your entire field of vision is 'filled by finger'. There is nothing but finger. If you get it close enough, you will discover that it cannot even be recognized as 'finger' any longer. Slowly, move your finger away from your eye - notice that more and more objects are now seen - the finger is still there AND there is recognition that there is SEEING of the finger because it no longer fills the entire eye screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are like fingers poking us in the eye. Until we recognize the fact THAT there is thinking, we (seem to) live in the dark with a lot of suffering. As soon as we recognize that thinking is always happening, identification with thought dissolves (the finger moves away from our eye) and in THAT instant a new Buddha is born. Notice that the finger may still appear in the SEEING, but at a distance; 'finger' no longer 'fills' the seeing (our world) or seems so important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlightenment (finger-in-the-eye-free living) is available now…and now…and now…  SEE that the word "I" followed by ANYTHING is just another thought (finger). Whether the 'finger in your eye' comes in the shape of 'I am enlightened' or 'I am the Light of the world' or 'I am horrible' or 'I am wonderful' or 'I am hungry' or 'I am smart' - no matter what - is thought(potential fingers in the eye) arising NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing thought as thought - not being hoodwinked by the finger in the eye - IS enlightenment, but only right NOW. SEE that 'you' (a thought arising now, a finger in the eye, arising NOW in SEEING) cannot be enlightened because the 'YOU-Thought' is just a shadow arising after-the-fact of SEEING (which only happens NOW)and is 'done by' no one. Resting as THIS (really, literally, THIS SEEING now, now, now, now, now!) - Right Now - is complete and full enlightenment - but ONLY NOW. YOU won't find it tomorrow, or ever again, but NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your finger right now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-588468442918668789?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/588468442918668789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=588468442918668789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/588468442918668789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/588468442918668789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-are-finger-in-your-eyeseriously.html' title='You Are a Finger in Your Eye...Seriously!'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-2509779366200019076</id><published>2008-04-04T23:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T00:13:23.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Life is a Wreck</title><content type='html'>Life is a wreck. Nothing will ever go right - at least, not for long. Rain will fall on the picnic. The basement will flood. The car tire will go flat. The computer's hard drive will crash. The light in the kitchen will burn out. The ceiling fan will stop running. The refrigerator will stop cooling. The sidewalk will crumble. The roof will leak. The check will bounce. The shoestring will break. The pot will burn. The cup will crack. The shirt will shrink. The blanket will unravel. The garbage disposal will stop working. The dryer will stop producing hot air. The water heater will stop heating water. The boss will criticize the report. The kids will leave. The milk will spoil. The silver will tarnish. The cheese will mold. The ice cream will melt. The car lock will freeze. The brakes will squeak. The flowers won't bloom. The paint will peel. The photograph will yellow. The page will crumble. The house won't sell. Interest rates will fall. The market will crash. The flight will be delayed. The crop won't come in. The clock will lose time. The candle will melt. The chain will rust. The vacuum will clog. Partners leave. Hair will thin. Muscle will atrophy. Joints will ache. The dog has fleas. Eyes lose their focus. Ears lose their hearing. Teeth loosen and fall out. Kidneys produce stones. Bowels get constipated. Reactions slow. Arteries clog. Unwanted growths grow in the wrong places. Discomfort and pain become intimate companions. Waist lines increase. Sex drives decrease. Memory dims. Liver spots darken. Skin thins. Mucus thickens. Retirement income is too little. Loneliness is too great. Property values diminish. Friends die. Careers fizzle. Livers stop cleaning blood. Lungs stop charging blood with oxygen. Immune sytems fall into disrepair. Neurons fire haphazardly. Hearts stop beating. Money or no money, property or no property, health or no health, peace or no peace, it all falls apart. Nothing will go right. The imagined you will not make it. The imagined you is doomed. Doomed. The imagined you that struggles and fights and argues and works at it and analyzes and plans and postures and gesticulates and makes itself into somebody will blow away like a thin pall of smoke from burning leaves in an autumn wind. The imagined you will dissipate like fog on a summer morning. The imagined you will melt like the last patch of ice at the corner of the field at the beginning of spring. Everything imagined, thought, felt, seen, heard, smelled, tasted, sensed in any way passes away like the last beat of the heart. All hope, all fear, all ignorance, all knowledge, all ideas of a "you" die presently to blossom as this unborn, unknowable, unsensable, spacious clarity reading these completely meaningless words. Better to give up now - who you think you are doesn't have a chance. Go outside; smell the earth. Listen to the birds. Feel the breeze. Watch clouds.&lt;br /&gt;You are the Livingness. &lt;br /&gt;Isness being All. &lt;br /&gt;Rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-2509779366200019076?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/2509779366200019076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=2509779366200019076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/2509779366200019076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/2509779366200019076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/04/your-life-is-wreck.html' title='Your Life is a Wreck'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-969924645387060866</id><published>2008-03-29T00:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T00:35:36.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Put the Snow Globe Down</title><content type='html'>Imagine that whatever you are looking for – let’s call it ‘The Answer’ - is in the middle of a toy snow globe (you know, a clear glass globe with some sort of picture or figure in the middle and filled with tiny, white flakes). Now, imagine that thoughts and experiences, all objects, are like the flakes in the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe that if we can just get a better view of the flakes, they will finally reveal to us The Answer. Most of the techniques we learn when we begin searching, deal with the flakes, the &lt;em&gt;contents&lt;/em&gt; of the globe.  We learn practices to help us in our attempt to take a look at every flake. We mindfully describe them all, often with the subtle belief that we will be able to control each flake and its thousands of siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We try to get the flakes to arrange themselves in a particular order. We share with others the patterns we imagine that we see; and, we imagine meanings in their swirling, floating, fleeting dance. We decide that some of the flakes are “positive” and some are “negative” and we do our level best to make them ALL positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We introduce New Age flakes. We criticize some of the flakes. We worship some of the flakes. We think that by focusing more and more on the flakes, we'll finally "get it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We investigate each flake because we think The Answer must be hidden on one of them, maybe written in some secret code. We search online and read what others are saying about their flakes. We join flake discussion groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some claim to have found very special flakes; they describe these special flakes and suggest that only if we are able to remake our flakes into flakes like theirs will we enjoy the infinite, unending, bliss that they enjoy. Some sell their very valuable, bliss-producing flakes as well as their techniques for creating or finding the Right Flake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others suggest that only with - until now, secret - physical, mental, and emotional techniques, will we be able to get our flakes into shape so that we will be more available to receive The Answer. Ancient and revered teachers tell us that, if we are lucky, our flakes might evolve to the necessarily sublime level of existence after hundreds or thousands of reincarnations.  We secretly hope that, if we really work at it, others will envy our flakes and want their flakes to look the same as ours. Then, we'll be able to write a book about flake-improvement, getting your flakes into shape, improving your flakes, reshaping your flakes, working with your flakes so they manifest even more interesting flakes and, yes, living as enlightened flakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working with the flakes to find The Answer, the end of suffering, is folly. We keep shaking and shaking the globe in the hope of finding just the right flake at just the right time. We shake and shake in order to see every flake from every angle. The answer must be there, we think. More flakes. Shake harder. Change the rhythm of the shaking. Get up early in the morning and shake. Shake at least twice a day for 20 minutes. Get together with other people and shake and then talk about the shaking. Write about the shaking. Draw images of the shaking. Worship particular forms of shaking. The Answer must be there - we just need to try harder. Shake more. Take a seminar on shaking. Wear flowing clothes and crystal jewelry that opens our energy centers to create better, more loving, more creative shaking and flaking. Go on retreat to shake with expert shakers. We think, ‘I know if I just keep shaking it will become clear’ – that is what the flakes themselves tell us, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, perhaps, we tire; we are at the end of our rope. We've tried it all and to no avail. No flake, no matter how profound or sublime, is The Answer. We are ready to hear a simple suggestion: Just Rest. Quit shaking the globe. What you are looking for is already what you are. It surrounds you and interpenetrates you. In fact, the flakes themselves exist within what you are searching for - they are inseparable from that for which you are looking. Peace is already here. Clarity is revealed when we STOP shaking, not when we shake harder or longer or with better technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tells us, ‘Put the snow globe down.’ We put it down. The flakes settle. We leave them alone. They no longer interest us. We realize that there is no end to the amount of shaking that can be done. As the flakes settle, we discover that there is no answer waiting inside the globe. Instead, we find a pristine clarity in which all of life is reflected. We enjoy looking at all of the shapes and colors and movement reflected in the globe’s clear, open space. Now and again, flakes are stirred up. No matter. We enjoy watching them, too. Even snow can be beautiful. We no longer focus on the flakes; they are just part of the entire scene. We rest. Clarity and silence shyly shine forth. We disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit shaking the globe.&lt;br /&gt;Put it down.&lt;br /&gt;Rest.&lt;br /&gt;Here.&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-969924645387060866?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/969924645387060866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=969924645387060866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/969924645387060866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/969924645387060866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/03/put-snow-globe-down.html' title='Put the Snow Globe Down'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-8060114378386780129</id><published>2008-03-20T00:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T00:32:07.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Drain the Water from a Mirage</title><content type='html'>VF: Hello Sam - good hearing from you again. I'm sorry this response is so late in coming, but I haven't had much of a chance to do anything other than my "paid" work recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Thank you for your prompt and generous response.What I get from your reply is that the endless flounderings of my personality are beside the point, and the only thing that matters is to see who is seeing, NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: Yes; but you're not going to leave it there, are you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Again it's my smart intellect getting it all 'intellectually' while going on much the same way as before, but am I right in assuming that what I am as a person doesn't matter, that I can be good or bad or indifferent, the only thing is to SEE that it's all a mythical self, and so not different from Mother Teresa or Hitler, or you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: It isn't that what "you" are as a person doesn't matter; it is that there is no you, no person. The believed-in "person" Sam, whom you mistakenly take yourself to be, doesn't exist other than as a swirling, buzzing, vaporous group of thoughts and sensations that arise presently. There really is no one to choose good, bad, or in-between. It happens that seeming choice may arise in this simple, unbroken, space that we are, but there is no choice in whether or not a seeming choice arises or is made (by no one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: One thing that has bothered me about being undifferentiated consciousness is how, if everything is awareness, there is no difference between me and a piece of wood, both are equally enlightened, and so what is the point of it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: This is only an issue for the believed-in separate person, the idea of an independently existing individual who believes itself to be separate and aware. To that imposter, just being awareness and no different from a piece of wood sounds horrible - understandably! Look at this directly right now! See that these are just ideas arising from nowhere and dissolving back into nowhere - they are seen, but they are seen by no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just rest as awareness, you will see clearly that all of this is just more of the same conceptual argument and struggle - it is one thought seeming to struggle with another thought. In fact, there is no struggle between thoughts; there is just this thought, now this thought, now this thought, and on and on...it is only another thought that says thoughts struggle. Just rest back, lean back into awareness, and leave thoughts alone. Thinking is none of your business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Another point is about us all getting there in the end, after death, so what is the point of struggle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: Good! There IS no point in struggle. What you really are, this clear, open space of awareness, doesn't struggle. What you are is the space in which the story of struggle arises, is seen, and dissolves back into formlessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: I like the way you throw me at the NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: You've never been anywhere else. Even thought - whose content is typically either struggling with now, arguing with now, regretting the past, or imagining a fearful future - is still arising &lt;em&gt;now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: But is there any point in formal meditation, and do you advocate any practice, a daily sitting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: Where do you imagine daily sitting will take you? Do you imagine it will deliver you to some other "state" of being? Every state just arises and passes away in this open, clear, spaciousness - states come and go - what is aware of the changing states never changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if the imagined separate person sits in order to no longer be a separate person, well, as one japanese zen teacher put it, it is like polishing a brick to create a mirror. You can polish a long time, but the brick will never become a mirror. I once heard Catherine Ingram say that it's like trying to drain the water from a mirage - the premise is completely wrong. So if you sit as the imposter - the believed, separate me - you will likely just reinforce a belief in the mirage being full of water. If you sit as this open awareness, fine; but if you're already resting as open awareness, then any activity is meditation - sitting, standing, shitting, stirring the soup pot, drinking tea, wiping off the table, writing a note, smoking a cigar, looking at the sky, listening to music, lying sleepless, sweeping the walk, paying the bills, arguing with the landlord...everything, everything, everything arises in and as this clear, open, space. Try resting! Lean back into awareness (it's already where and what you are anyway); rest as awareness right now. Leave thinking alone, leave sensation alone, leave emotions alone, leave hearing alone, leave seeing alone, leave tasting, alone, leave smelling alone - leave everything, including the idea of a "you" alone. Just rest and watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this helps. love, vince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-8060114378386780129?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8060114378386780129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=8060114378386780129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/8060114378386780129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/8060114378386780129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-cant-drain-water-from-mirage.html' title='You Can&apos;t Drain the Water from a Mirage'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-598376867577215351</id><published>2008-03-17T13:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:18:47.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quit Playing and Run Home to Your Mother</title><content type='html'>VF: Hi Ron. Good to hear from you again. Let's clear this up so you can get on with things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron: I am fully clear in my head that, as you put it, "thought" is not necessary to know 'I exist". I can also see that 'sensations' coalesce to produce the body and the sensations are transitional. I fully understand when you say that forms take shape in the smoke. But these 'forms' demand to be fed. The body is not like a plant to get by itself 'freely' energy from the Sun. Body has to depend on some others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: Everything depends on everything; and, if everything depends upon everthing, then nothing depends on nothing and all arises IMMEDIATELY in THIS NOW - including the seeming Ron's seeming questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron: Any sort of dependency implicitly removes one away from total Freedom (Independence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: Total Freedom is a concept whose existence depends up another concept - Total Bondage. Struggling with these concepts keeps the seeming you trapped in duality - this approach is like trying to escape from a house of mirrors! There is no freedom - there is ONLY THIS. Right now! Leave the thinking alone - let it ramble on - it always has and always will. Stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron: But isn't one forced to see a distinction of this body versus that (bringing in otherness). Another aspect highlighting otherness (Not Oneness)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: "Otherness" and "oneness" are both ideas, constructs, concepts, arising in this complete and total cognizing (thank you, Gilbert Schultz) emptiness that is beyond concept, construct and thought. This ground of being is our mother. There is no doubt that you and your mother are, in some relative way, separate. At the same time, can you deny your oneness? Of course not. What I am pointing you towards is the Mother of all - the Mother of the ten thousand things, as it is referred to in Taoism. Ron, "you" cannot know it or experience it - you can only give up and rest AS it. Trying to "know" or "experience" it via more thought only takes you further and further from home. Rest. Quit playing the game, and run home to your Mother. You've never left her, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron: Isn't this staring right in our face: if Vince feeds his body, this ron-body does not get fed. It still needs separate food. So Ron and Vince are two -- not one there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: Try an experiment. Hold up your left hand, palm facing your face. Now, with a piece of paper, cover all of the palm so only the top half of the fingers are visible. Do the fingers appear to be separate? In some relative sense, are they separate? Remove the piece of paper. Are the fingers really separate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you identify yourself as a finger, these questions will continue to arise. Unquestionably, from the standpoint of a separate finger, these questions are legitimate and, seemingly, of great importance. See clearly that your &lt;em&gt;premise&lt;/em&gt; is wrong. Your premise is itself a conceptual construct, "I am separate." You can ask as many questions as you'd like from the wrong premise and you will get a myriad of interesting and &lt;em&gt;useless&lt;/em&gt; answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin with the premise that doesn't rely on any mental construct or fabrication - YOU EXIST. Before the thought "I AM," you are. Begin there and stay there and see what (if any) questions arise. When in doubt, just rest as awareness. Thought is a hungry ghost - to borrow a term from Buddhism - it has a voracious appetite but cannot find satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron: Of course, I can develop an attitude of being unaffected and lead a 'what if' sort of life. But then it is an "Attitude." Not beingness, Brahman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: No "attitude" will be necessary if you change your premise to what is without question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron: Another serious doubt : Is that "SEEING" so called "Brahman state"? (I know state is a wrong word but used here to express that condition). Does not Brahman state imply omniscience, omnipresence etc. etc.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: Is there any doubt that there is KNOWING right now? Can that be doubted? Isn't even the doubt KNOWN? Forget all of this and return to resting as awareness - simply rest as what you already are and let thought do whatever it does - there is no choice. Conceptual explanations such as "Brahman" are meaningless and worthless without resting as what you are BEFORE the concepts can arise. Rest; just rest. I hope this helps. Get back to me with more questions, as necessary. Be well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-598376867577215351?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/598376867577215351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=598376867577215351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/598376867577215351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/598376867577215351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/03/vf-hi-ron.html' title='Quit Playing and Run Home to Your Mother'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-6011255660384784325</id><published>2008-03-14T23:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T23:52:22.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Nothing - Or Less</title><content type='html'>I wanted to end seeking. People who had come to an end suggested that there was nothing I needed to do. They said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought interrupts and asks, “What do you mean, do nothing?” Thought is itself, a doing. Even the thought, “OK, I get it. I’ll do nothing,” is doing. Then the thought takes shape, “OK, I’ll just give that up. I’ll just keep doing things.” That, too, misses the point; more doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We begin the search, finding a never-ending library of techniques to “do nothing:” art, meditation, prayer, therapy, and more. These techniques are, of course, more doing. We find techniques for doing nothing mentally. We find techniques for doing nothing physically. We try to do nothing emotionally. All of the trying, all of the ways of “not doing” amount to more doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stumble upon the direction to “let go.” How DO we “let go?” There must be a way to DO it. Is it by thinking certain thoughts? Thinking the right thoughts in a particular order? Not thinking at all? Good luck. Maybe it means learning to relax the body at all times? We learn how to DO that. We DO it sometimes and beat ourselves for not DOING it more. More trying. More doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are lucky, we realize that we are in deep DO-DO. Then perhaps, grace arrives in the form of exhaustion or head-crunching frustration and we just give up. We quit the impossible game. Sometimes doing happens; sometimes doing doesn’t happen. We leave the thought alone that “I can DO” or “I can not DO.” We quit trying. We quit not-trying. We quit looking. We quit not-looking. We quit caring. We quit caring that we care. We quit thinking. We quit not thinking. We quit quitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking and trying and techniques have done all they can do – taken the vaporous idea of a separate ME to the portal through which it cannot step and survive (though it has only ever been lived, anyway – but it will never be convinced of that). Beyond this threshold blazes the pure light of awareness – so bright it illuminates even the sun – and no vaporous form survives the transit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you get to the threshold? You’ve never been anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can you find it? Always right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you cross? You already have – it is from the other side of the threshold that You-being-Isness watch the “doing” of this vaporous bundle of thoughts that believes itself to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do nothing? Even that is too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-6011255660384784325?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/6011255660384784325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=6011255660384784325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/6011255660384784325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/6011255660384784325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-nothing-or-less.html' title='Do Nothing - Or Less'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-8016795665864570503</id><published>2008-03-13T16:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:42:52.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is-ing All-ness: A Response to a Reader (R)</title><content type='html'>R: It was thrilling to find a newly minted awakened person, whose blog started 2 days ago (yesterday) thanks to Randall Friend's blog. I too have been accessing Annette Nibley's site for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: Hi Sam. Thanks for writing. I’m happy to share what I can with you. As I mentioned in the blog, several people were very generous with their time and attention - Sailor Bob, John Wheeler, Stephen Wingate, John Greven, Annette, Randall, and many others with whom I never spoke but read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Somehow, this "you're it" thing doesn't seem to do it for me, as it apparently didn't for you, for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: Indeed not. All of this is paradoxical - there is nothing "you" can "do" and yet, there are some things that you can do - more on this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: [It is] reassuring that it does happen, but WHEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: The frustratingly advaita-ish answer is, of course, NOW – and, while it can seem glib, this is a central pointer. Let me try to fumble my way through an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once wrote to Annette, basically begging her to tell me what I was missing. I’d gotten to a point in seeking where it seemed clear that there really couldn't be anything that Sailor Bob, or John Wheeler, or Stephen Wingate, or Annette "had" that made seeing “this” more possible for them than for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting aside all the "there is no you" bundle of pointers, Annette said something to the effect of, 'look, they/we don't see anything that you don't see! The deal is that they see it NOW - literally - NOW. There is literally NOTHING beyond this moment.' Ok. What does this mean? It just means that THIS moment - literally THIS moment - is the only time there is and the only time anything is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the nature of thought to string itself together in such a way that it creates a mirage of continuity and, specifically, the continuity of a separate person. However, in this very moment, isn't there awareness of thought? Whether that thought is "gee, I’m an enlightened master and should go live in a Himalayan cave" or "I’m a stooge and will never get this" or anything in between, it is still JUST A THOUGHT arising in THIS moment. WHAT is aware of the thought? What KNOWS the thinking? It isn't the thinking itself, right? Thought can't be aware of thought. The SEEING is happening NOW - RIGHT NOW! Don’t overlook this Sam! The next thought may be, "sure, but what about..." or "I still don't get it" or "well, that makes some sense but..." it doesn't matter what the content of the thought happens to be - it is still just another thought arising NOW, and the thought still arises within THIS awareness! What is seen by everyone offering these pointers is just seen NOW. It’s like my mom used to say to me when she was irritated, “Now see here, young man!” Little did she know she was giving me deep spiritual direction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW. There is no other time.&lt;br /&gt;SEE. There is no other activity.&lt;br /&gt;HERE. There is no other place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, right now, you know you exist. This knowing is empty; there is no "person," no separate entity, who is “doing” the knowing. The knowing is just happening - the idea of a "you" is just another thought arising NOW. Sam, "you" can't see this tomorrow – seeing is NOW. So, stick with right now. You exist and there is a knowing. That’s it. Stay there. Just rest there. Thoughts - very enticing thoughts - likely continue to arise - no matter. Just stay with this simple (simple in the sense that it doesn't require thought to just QUIT) resting NOW. There is no way for thought to SEE this. There is no way to understand it. It can only be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: I am into Jed McKenna now and while he is the original myth buster, paradoxically, he too makes Enlightenment to be the big daddy - saying only a couple of dozen or so people have got there. But then I saw Charlie Hayes getting IT, and Annette herself, and scores of her students. Maybe it's not Enlightenment proper? Ok. I, too, know spiritual experiences are ephemeral andall that, the bells and whistles. But I wouldn't want anything like that, only what Annette, and you, now have; a serene understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: But for the thought, "I don't really have it. I don't care about bells and whistles, I just want a serene understanding like Annette and you have," is there a problem? Is there something to have or not have? What is aware of that thought? But for the unquestioned thinking that there is a separate entity called Sam, does one exist? Please don't bypass these questions as "interesting" - I did that for years! If you want the search to come to an end, really look into these questions. As Annette told me very recently, this search has to become VERY personal. I know there are those who were just out for a walk on the beach when this understanding broke through, but that was certainly not the case here! Investigate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: In fact, I am not driven the way Jed McKenna makes out you have to be; I am more an off and on guy. The reality of my being is that of a supremely lazy guy,who finds most other kinds of reading useless and un-nutritious. So I read advaita.yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: There can be a kind of reading that happens as entertainment - nothing wrong with that. The complication comes when the idea of a separate, independently existing "me" is not directly investigated. So, when you just read this, what is aware of the thought that just arose? And now? And now? A better word might be "awaring." Awaring is now, and now, and now, and now..."you" are the awaring. The objects/phenomena - no matter how subtle or seemingly concrete - take form and dissolve within (and as) the awaring. The idea “I understand” or “I don’t understand,” are no different than any other phenomena that take momentary shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: There was a time when I thought [Advaita] would make a good second career - start my own practice, so to speak, once I have IT. But no longer. I am already 48. Been on the path for close to 25 years. So how do I see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: Oh my, I hate to say this but...YOU don't see it. The seeing reveals the lack of YOU! YOU will never see it - nonetheless, SEEING is happening RIGHT NOW, Sam. Seeing "sees" the thinking "how do I see it?" I am not trying to be obtuse, or spiritual, or clever. The SEEING is so obvious, so “plastered to our eyeballs,” so to speak, that it cannot be pointed out. It’s a little like trying to describe the hole in a donut. We can do a great job describing everything about the donut – size, taste, texture, smell – and we hope that all of that will somehow make the “w-hole” of it clear. That was really bad, wasn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Meditation doesn't appeal. I get lost in thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: WHAT gets lost in thoughts? WHAT is aware of the thought, "I get lost in thoughts?" Does WHAT is aware of "getting lost in thoughts" EVER get lost in thoughts? Or, does the sniveling little bundle of thought “I get lost in thought,” appear and disappear in the very awareness that is registering these words right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: So could you help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: It took me quite a bit of back and forth, but recognize that thought may well continue to bring forth arguments and reasoning and objections, etc.; that's fine. Thought is useful and there is absolutely nothing wrong with thought (it gets a bad name in some circles) - it is thought that allows this discussion to happen. But, thought can only take us to the edge of the cliff, you know? Finally, one needs to step beyond thought, which is just another way of saying REST as awareness (of thought, bushes, mourning doves, flat screen TV’s, ants, dirty dishes, iced tea, lips, gun shots, Venetian blinds, etc.) no matter how sublime or clunky the thought-object-sensation may be. We need to give our pea-brains a rest and just SEE – the entirety of Isness is happening – is is-ing allness – right now. Rest assured, what “you” think of as “you,” Sam, is included in the is-ing allness as is the Reality of You which cannot be thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-8016795665864570503?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/8016795665864570503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=8016795665864570503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/8016795665864570503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/8016795665864570503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-ing-all-ness-response-to-reader-r.html' title='Is-ing All-ness: A Response to a Reader (R)'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-3000299247095201866</id><published>2008-03-12T09:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T10:23:10.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to "A Glorified Coping Mechanism?"</title><content type='html'>From a Reader (R):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: I also read with interest the postings by both of you at Randall’s blog site, particularly your light bubbly words (It’s Very Gentle). It is quite clear and I can easily see the fact of what you say. I address you this mail, however, out of some genuine concerns and NOT to pick an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: I'm going to attempt to respond to your note. Thank you for writing. I hope what I say might be somewhat helpful. I understand your question and the struggle it produces and struggled with the same concerns and questions for years. I appreciate your sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: “Just resting” and “SEEING” by the Awareness, as you can know happen, if and only if supporting organism (a life-form, a body or a body-mind entity) exists. The organism (body) needs food for its existence. ALL THE DAMNATION STARTS THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: The Awareness is prior to the form and the form arises within Awareness, just as shapes take form in smoke - but the smoke is prior to, during, and after the dissolution of the form. The body does what it does and what it needs to do, no differently than a plant grows toward the light and moisture. This is only a problem when identification as a body is central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: After all, the body feels ‘hungry’.  Dependency of mind-body on food implies the predator-prey pyramid. Violence and aggression to acquire the prey, the destruction of prey by the predator by devouring, the run for life by the prey to save itself, search for security, camouflage, deceit, exploitation, cheat will all ensue. Misery for the prey is guaranteed. The whole conundrum of grief and the rigmarole of ‘samasara’ begin there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: Samasara is "continued" and "fed" with the mistaken belief in the individual, separate self - this belief is the source of suffering - do you see that what you are is prior to that? Prior to samsara? Do you see that even samsara arises within this simple presence that you are? Samsara, itself, arises only after the mistaken belief in/identification with the body. The cycle of birth and death ends each moment that we rest as the unborn beingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Surely, we cannot say all that non-dualistic philosophy is only for one whose belly is full and doesn’t have to look for feeding himself/herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: Of course not - Presence/Awareness is there registering hunger, illness, starvation and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: The moment you look to feed yourself, somebody has to cook, somebody else has to fetch what is cooked, still some other has to grow what is fetched, growing food/crops involves killing, dependency on irrigation, externally imposing certain disciplines, etc., etc.; the cycle goes on!  The non-existing zombie-like “I”  neither understood the mechanisms of existence nor has "I" solved the misery of the body by dissociating itself from the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: There is no separation between what you call "the zombie-like I" and the activities of form. They are one and the same. Do you see that it is only believed concepts, arising now, that create this seeming difficulty? The body will experience pain and misery - there is no denying that - but will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: So Sir, what I suggest is:  Are we here talking merely about an escape technique, a “coping mechanism”, a survival tactic suitable for a few clothing the method in mystical and eulogized terms of advaita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VF: Look, while I understand it can come across as mystical, there is really nothing mystical about this! The mystical approach is what has hidden this from so many - certainly Nisargadatta didn't approach this in a particularly mystical fashion! Please keep this very simple: You exist and you know that you exist, yes? Is thought necessary to know this or is there a knowingness that is not dependent upon thought acting here? After that knowingness, everything else is conceptual and open to argument. There are many who are very skilled at arguing about this - that is not my interest or my strength. See that this SEEING is here, right now (there is no other time) - within this seeing there are certain tensions, contractions, sensations, etc. that we have LEARNED to call "the body." However, notice that even now, these sensations, etc. coalesce and dissolve with no one there to "control" them. Notice that even the sense of "you" arises and dissolves. If you are trying to find a way to convince thought of this understanding, well, good luck. That certainly did not and has not happened for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with this simple, direct, uncomplicated SEEING. Within that, the desire to feed others, change political systems, fight for justice, etc. may arise (that has certainly been true here - I work as a social worker) - the dream is certainly "real enough!" But, SEE that it is a dream and that all of us are dream characters within it. Within the dream - otherwise known as samsara - the drama will continue. Fair enough. Don't mistake what you REALLY ARE with this character. Investigate for yourself. This must become intensely personal or it is worthless. As long as it remains an interesting philosophy you would be much better off spending your time at the movies! I hope this helps in some small way. Please feel free to email me again if none of this makes sense or if you have further questions.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Vince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-3000299247095201866?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/3000299247095201866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=3000299247095201866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/3000299247095201866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/3000299247095201866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/03/response-to-glorified-coping-mechanism.html' title='Response to &quot;A Glorified Coping Mechanism?&quot;'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-1619378463348222359</id><published>2008-03-11T13:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:12:32.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Very Gentle</title><content type='html'>This "awakening from the dream" is really a very gentle happening (or non-happening). It is simply a recognition of what has been SEEING everything all along, and recognizing that the SEEING is what you are. Everything seen - absolutely everything - including these ideas about seeing - are more dream images arising in you. Trees, sounds of cars, the dog breathing, shadows on the floor from the lamp, the cramp in the big toe, the neighbor walking in front of the house on the sidewalk, the pressure of the keyboard on the fingers, starlings on the birdfeeder, your partner in the chair across the room, stomach rumblings, thoughts of work, thoughts about God, thoughts about getting it or not getting it, feelings of sadness, feelings of anticipation - all of these things coalesce in Awareness (including the concept "I am aware") and dissolve. The SEEING of them is what you are - and the SEEING can't be seen because the SEEING is not an object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing "you" need to do in order to SEE. Isn't it happening right now? No fanfare, nothing earth-shattering, just simple, clear SEEING right now - RIGHT NOW in this very moment. SEEING only happens now and has never and will never happen at any other time or place (because there isn't any!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax as the SEEING that you are. Just rest as SEEING. Everthing arises, has its moment, and passes away. Let it be - you only think you have some choice in the matter. The great good news is that there is absolutely nothing you need to do other than REST, right now, in THIS moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-1619378463348222359?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/1619378463348222359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=1619378463348222359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/1619378463348222359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/1619378463348222359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-very-gentle.html' title='It&apos;s Very Gentle'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-264125250480178355</id><published>2008-03-11T12:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T12:32:42.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Getting" It</title><content type='html'>This is a copy of the letter I sent to Annette Nibley as an update to our last conversation. I'm posting it here because I think it provides some explanation of what "getting it" has been like here. While I would love to tell you that energy has been flowing through my body and exploding out of the top of my head and that everything is glowing, that hasn't been the case; and yet, something is very different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi annette - here is the update we discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know what to say. it is utterly obvious that this open, clear awareness is and  always has been here. but from here it is seen that EVERYTHING - including openness and clarity and spaciousness and timelessness are all concepts that seem to take form within this awareness (another concept). everything continues - traffic, noise, bother, happiness, hunger, pain in the hips, interest and disinterest, certainty and doubt, a "sense" of me and no-me, cold feet, the sound of the exhaust fan, the color of the walls, the walls, epsom salt in a plastic container, the hands on this keyboard, worry, irritation...and there is a recognition that the knowing of all of this is formless, timeless, spaceless, never-ending, and unchanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just RESTING as this - and leaving absolutely everything else alone - while itself a conceptual and imperfect pointer - is all that ever needs to be done (in fact, it is all that is ever being done -  the rest are the shadows and colors on the screen - there is just thinking that something else is happening).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, even as I read this over, I think it sounds like just real, unadulterated and incredible bullshit - but it is the absolute truth - not in some plato-esque philosophical way but from the standpoint of simple, direct, first-grade level observation. this little pea-brain will never "get it." for all i know, it may well continue to try -  but the SEEING of the trying or not-trying is what NEVER changes. the angst may never end for the mind (what mind?) - oh well. there is still no suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as there is recognition (by no one) of this big, open, clear, no-space in which everything and absolutely nothing happens (that really makes no sense to the little brain, does it?), then, well, then nothing. i still have to clean the cat poop in the basement and the checkbook is still chugging along on fumes until the middle of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't sound too thrilling, does it? it isn't. it's very ordinary AND wonderful. no kidding.  wonderful. i should stop before i sound even more psychotic than i already do. i think this all fell  into place just as a result of you giving me permission, annette. there was something about that  that allowed me to know what i know and see what i see; and , i really appreciate that you made this so ordinary and so available. i really can't thank you enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your slow-learner advaita student,&lt;br /&gt;vince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-264125250480178355?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/264125250480178355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=264125250480178355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/264125250480178355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/264125250480178355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/03/getting-it.html' title='&quot;Getting&quot; It'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030144192513249122.post-5901768678235608230</id><published>2008-03-10T14:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T18:45:31.828-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annette nibley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailor bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-duality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clear seeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlightenment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nondual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who am I?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowingness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advaita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what am i?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cognizing emptiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john wheeler'/><title type='text'>Start Here</title><content type='html'>Why are you reading this? If you're similar to me, it is because you're searching for something - you may not even know what it is. All you know is that "this" - whatever "this" is - can't be it. While you may not realize it, you believe the answer to everything is always around the next corner, on the next page, in the next book about awareness or nonduality or enlightenment...it will all become clear after reading the next post, viewing the next movie, after the next conversation with the next nondual teacher. I know. Me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this in the hope of helping you bring your search to an end as mine has come to an end. I am a "slow-learner" advaita/nondual student! I am the guy who got it, didn't get it, got it again, argued about it, forgot it, remembered it, suffered over it, lost it, begged for it, cried about it, dismissed it, said "screw it," intellectualized about it, tried to "feel" it, questioned it, threw it away, talked about it, thought about it, dreamed about it and more...and finally realized clearly that I AM IT - AS ARE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has become obvious is the ordinariness of IT. IT is so obvious, so clear, so present that it is UNKNOWABLE. IT is immediate - that is, unmediated - KNOWING. IT is what SEES that IT cannot be known. What you are is the awareness reading these words, hearing the sounds in the environment, feeling the gurgles, tingles, and tensions in the (seeming) body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT is completely obvious - but not if you are looking for IT. IT is doing the looking. IT is what registers the seeming you looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I struggled with all of these pointers, these cryptic descriptions, I became more and more frustrated. Finally, with the help of many people - John Wheeler, "Sailor" Bob Adamson, John Greven, Stephen Wingate, Joan Tollifson, Gilbert Schultz, Jeff Foster, Randall Friend, and &lt;strong&gt;especially Annette Nibley&lt;/strong&gt; - who compassionately pointed me again and again and again and again (I could add many more 'agains'!) in the direction of the utterly obvious, it clicked. What is seen is so very ordinary that it is almost embarrassing to have missed it for so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, miss it I did, for years and years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am pointing to has been pointed to for eons by many more practiced and eloquent than I. There is nothing I can say that is new. My hope is that there may be something that I write that might be the straw that is needed to tip the scale for you, just as the generous writings and conversations of many teachers tipped the scale for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing special to offer you - I have nothing that you don't already have. However, as was the case for me, you probably don't recognize that you have it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7030144192513249122-5901768678235608230?l=tryresting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/feeds/5901768678235608230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7030144192513249122&amp;postID=5901768678235608230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/5901768678235608230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7030144192513249122/posts/default/5901768678235608230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryresting.blogspot.com/2008/03/start-here.html' title='Start Here'/><author><name>Vince Flammini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43wp86xap58/SUM7PBIaB8I/AAAAAAAAACI/IDkewWTiyhY/S220/Bear+and+naked+pics+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
