It’s been dawning on me recently, the past week or so, that it’s impossible to know the truth. I’ve read that before, and believed it, and could argue it as well, intellectually, but now I feel it in that region called my soul, my heart.
I can never know the truth with my mind.
The mind creates the world I know. It’s a binary thing, an organically computerized virtual world, created, for the most part, over the eons, for survival.
But science tells us the world is energy (although most of us still live in that older scientific paradigm of Newtonian physics). And we have learned to sense that energy in a way that allows us to survive in the best manner possible.
So the mind has created a virtual reality of certain differentiations (different than any other life form’s [say, for example, a dog’s black and white world replete with a myriad of smells and high-pitched sounds no human could ever detect], dualities, a binary code, from the one energetic field of universe.
And so, it is, our mind is a thing of dualities that can never know the world of non-duality, the universe, truth.
So, the question is, then, how can we know the truth, if the mind can never know the truth? The question would appear to be a dead end. But the question is based on a false premise, or, at the least, on a premise that has yet to be proved: I am my mind.
Am I my mind? Or, in other words, am I something else, other than my mind, that can know the truth?
The question to be asked, as Ramana Maharshi has asked, is “Who am I?” This question when asked ruthlessly will lead to the realization, that beneath my thoughts, emotions, senses, and feelings, there is an underlying presence. Awareness. Primordial existence.
Therefore I am not my mind. I am not my body. I am not my senses and emotions. I just am.
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