It’s terrifying for the identified mind.
A friend of mine said that yesterday, when I mentioned the sense of dissolving (my body, mind, life dissolving).
It seems very true for me. It’s terrifying for the identified mind, for the mind that’s identified with certain thoughts, and their perspectives, their outlook on life. It’s terrifying for the mind that’s identified with the identities that goes along with, and are created from, these thoughts and perspectives.
In this case, some of these thoughts are:
I won’t survive. I won’t be able to function.
I will continue to resist. My life will continue to fall apart, because I resist.
I don’t get it. There is something to get. I am doing it wrong. I am caught up in resistance. I am caught up in fear. I am caught up in beliefs. I am caught up in confusion.
I don’t get it. I don’t get that resistance is more painful than welcoming what’s here.
When the mind is identified with any of these thoughts, it’s painful. And each of them come with a certain perspective and an identity. A way of seeing the world, a way of being in the world, a way of living in the world.