A Definition Of Liberation

 

LIBERATION…

Is freedom from the constraints of the common sense world view, a recognition that:

  • There is not a something which is here looking out there, that gets from here to there. Everything is only ever here and everything here is me (I am everything but I am not a thing so I am nothing and quite paradoxically I am both of these states yet neither of them.
  • There are no fixed reference points. I am free when I recognise the “false entity” of “I”, “me”, or “self” is not real. Yet I have quality though it is not fixed. I am not a self. And I am also not the negation of self.
  • Where “I” am – who “I” am and what “I” am only ever and always changes. Change is the only thing that ever happens and it happens against a constant background of change so all things (everything) that occurs within change is relative and the complexity of this is beyond the scope of human understanding.

Liberation sets the thought stream free from the prison of thinking and from the prison of the idea of a single mind that is separate. Liberation is a recognition of not knowing anything about anything except existence. Liberation can be defined thus: “there is existence”.

Indecently, our science currently relies on made up constants. A liberated scientist would observe existence without having to posit such axioms. Liberation therefore is an absence of proof.

I exist…

Get over it ;/)

See you on the other side of the looking glass,

Anurajyati

Mark Ty-Wharton

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We Are The Source

Love and Peace to the World by storebukkebruse, on Flickr
Love and Peace to the World by storebukkebruse, on Flickr
 

This (life) appears very real

And we treat it like it is real

But we do not know for sure it is real

So if we can treat it as if it is not real

At the level of awareness, experience changes

This is the fundamental principle of enlightenment

 

Something is happening

The appearance of things change

There is apparent momentum

But there is no fixed point called now

Any static snapshot is immeasurably and infinitesimally small

Even a camera with a 1/1000th sec shutter speed detects some movement

So any arbitrary segment of momentum can be defined as a moment

 

Moment by moment life plays out

We cannot identify its source

Because we are the source

And we are not separate from it

Source manifests in human as the energy of love

We are for creation and we are co-creators

 

When we are in flow, we feed the field of others

It feels good to be in service of energy

We label this manifestation love

We are love, in love

 

See you on the other side of the looking glass,

Anurajyati (be in love!)

Mark Ty-Wharton

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2 CV

 
2CV
2CV

I am driving a red Citröen 2CV.

It has a yellow badge on it in the same place you would find one on a Ferrari. But the problem with French cars is they are mainly constructed from old Coca-Cola cans and corrugated cardboard.

I change gear.

The gearstick is a strange L-shaped affair protruding from the centre of the dashboard. Grinding to a halt is an apt metaphor for coming to a stop in this car.

I have earmarked a rather rotund woman at the bus stop as my victim. My goal here, is to give away money.

Human beings are crazy when it comes to money. And we live as if it is something which is very real. But money is really no different to inches or any other measurement system. Of course, you may have difficulty in giving inches away.

I am stopped now by the side of the road, my heart is pounding. I am attached to this particular £10 note like it were one of my offspring. I’m late, very late. The deed needs to be done and it needs to be done now. I leap from the car and start running.

As I approach the woman I hold the £10 note out in front of me. “Excuse me” I say, “can I give you this please.” She is recoiling in horror. “No, no, get away. What do you want?”

“I want to give you this.” I try and explain, but she is already frightened out of her wits. She really does look like she’s about to break into a run, which is impressive, because she is sitting down.

I’m slightly bewildered at her unwillingness to accept my money. Then thankfully a little old man comes to my rescue.

“Is that real?” he asks.

“Yes of course it is.” I say, quickly adding “do you want it?”

We make the exchange, his old eyes less suspicious than the rotund woman’s.

I thank him.

I can see the question “why?” forming on his lips and I take this as my cue to get back in my car and drive away.

See you on the other side of the looking glass,

Anurajyati (be in love!)

Mark Ty Wharton

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Beyond The Separate “self” Part III

 

I wanted to share a speech I gave at the London Philosophy Club in June 2013 with you.

It is in three parts. This is part three.

I hope you enjoy it.

See you on the other side of the looking glass,

Anurajyati (be in love!)

Mark Ty Wharton

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Beyond The Separate “self” Part II

 

I wanted to share a speech I gave at the London Philosophy Club in June 2013 with you.

It is in three parts. This is part two.

I hope you enjoy it.

See you on the other side of the looking glass,

Anurajyati (be in love!)

Mark Ty Wharton

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Beyond The Separate “self” Part I

 

I wanted to share a speech I gave at the London Philosophy Club in June 2013 with you.

It is in three parts. This is part one.

I hope you enjoy it.

See you on the other side of the looking glass,

Anurajyati (be in love!)

Mark Ty Wharton

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