I notice two shifts happening, mostly as glimpses and a slight change in orientation…
First, a noticing of what I am as that which awakening and mistaken identity happens within and as.
And as an expression of that first shift, a love for that sense of self, the images of a doer and observer.
There is even a love for identification with those images, in the midst of recognizing the shrunk world and suffering that comes along with it, and a love and compassion for that suffering.
Another way to talk about it is appreciation. Appreciation for that sense of self, and even appreciation for what happens when it is identified with. When a story says “that is what I am” and that is taken as true.
There is a funny middle ground here with love and appreciation for the sense of self and even identification with it, coming from recognizing that reality is the ground of both and free to appear as either, and this love and appreciation is leaning towards a wanting for it to stay as is. And yet there is a recognition that identification tends to evaporate within that love, even if it doesn’t need to.
The love says stay – stay as you are. And yet identification is of such a substance that it tends to evaporate within that love.
- love for the sense of self
- shifts: (a) notice am what awakening & mistaken identity happens within and as, (b) love for that sense of self, the images of a doer and observer.
- one phase: wanting to get rid of it, then: a genuine and sincere love and appreciation for the sense of self + identification with it (along with a recognition for what happens when it is identified with, and love and compassion for that suffering)