There comes a moment on every sincere path when we realize that what we are seeking cannot be given to us. Not by a teacher. Not by a book. Not by a ceremony. Not by another healing modality.
These can open doors. They can “illuminate” the path. They can remind us of what we have forgotten. They can take us from point A to point B or C, but they cannot walk us home.
The ancient traditions knew something that modern culture often overlooks: the deepest medicine available to a human being is awareness itself. Awareness not as a concept and mindfulness not as a practice.
Awareness as the living Presence that is reading these words right now!
Before the story. Before the wound. Before the identity. Before the endless effort to become a someone going somewhere. There is a silent intelligence within you that has never been damaged. This has witnessed every joy and every heartbreak. Every success and every failure. Every version of who you believed yourself to be. And yet it remains unchanged.
Most suffering begins when we become completely absorbed by the movements of the mind and lose contact with the one who is witnessing them.
A thought appears, then another and another.
Soon we are living inside a world made entirely of interpretations. We start to believe every fear. We follow every impulse and we argue with reality itself.
Then we start to search for answers in places that can only offer temporary relief.
Meanwhile, the medicine waits patiently.
The medicine is the capacity to pause…To become curious…To ask: Who is the one experiencing this moment? This is not an question for the intelect and is not one that starts an entire philosophical speech.
•When anxiety arises, who /what is aware of it?
•When grief moves through the body, who/what is witnessing it?
•When joy appears unexpectedly, who/what knows that joy is present?
For a few moments today, resist the urge to fix, improve, analyze, or transcend your experience.Simply sit with yourself. You are not a problem to solve, or aproject to complete. Sit with Yourself as a mystery to be encountered.
Allow every sensation, every thought, every emotion to arrive exactly as it is.
Then ask gently: What remains when I stop chasing the next thought?
Do not rush to answer;Some questions are not meant to be answered. They might only open a doorway. Beyond that doorway lives a wisdom older than your conditioning, older than your fears, older than the identity you have spent a lifetime defending.
It has always been here: medicine forgotten but
…Waiting
…Listening
…Knowing
…Loving♡