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If you govern your thoughts with awareness it’s like burnt rope. Even if you try to tie something with burnt rope it will break. It cannot bind anything. - elio =============================================================================== ......I was not my embarrassment, I told myself. Not my confusion or paranoia - even as these feelings felt solid enough to get slapped 😬👋 .......my second night in Varanasi found me again on a cot in the railway dormitory, this time with the mental posture of a little boxer. Fists raised, I was fighting with Nagasena, like I’d done when I was a kid, the way I used to argue with my tutor, Saljay Rinpoche, insisting “I am here. I exist. How can I not be here?“ Again and again Saljay Rinpoche had told me: You are here, and you are not here. Both. Like the grass rope and the ash rope. Same and different. Coils of grass rope, found throughout India 🇮🇳 and Nepal🇳🇵 , are sometimes used for cooking fuel. As the coarse material burns up, the rope transforms into ash. The shape stays exactly the same, but it’s empty of mass. Saljay Rinpoche was comparing the grass rope to the self, and the ash version to the “mere self“. This mere self is the fully functioning "I" cleansed of selfish concerns. It is the awakened self, freed from the grasping self - and therefore liberated from attachment to the labels that make up our identity. This is the healthy self, taking directions from its own sanity, and not tyrannised by the habits of grasping. “Mere” undercuts the misperception of an immutable self, and the mere-ness becomes more like a hologram, a visible form that it not weighted down by habitual patterns of grasping, and by the tendency to merge our identities with external phenomena. We all have the body parts, emotions, and perceptions that Nagasena listed - but Nagasena‘s point is that they do not add up to a cohesive, inherent “me”. Therefore, it is possible to function as the “mere I”, one devoid of misconceptions about the self and liberated from the erroneous views - especially from the misunderstanding that the compilation of parts adds up to something real and independent in its own right, not contingent on narratives and circumstances. We are all the self-inflicted victims of mistaken identity. When we confuse all the pieces for an essential, immutable me, then we surrender control to the ego. But we can learn to make the ego work on our behalf in a healthy, constructive way. The “mere I“ functions without attachment; it’s not always engaged in manipulating the world for its own satisfaction. Mingyur Rinpoche - In Love with the world p94-95 ============================================================================== Question: Is it necessary to go to a cemetery to practice Chod? Kalu Rinpoche: If you feel like going to a cemetery, fine, but this is not necessary. A cemetery is a place where corpses and repulsive things are found. Milarepa said that we permanently have a corpse at our disposal, it is our body! There is even another cemetery, the greatest of all cemeteries, it is the place where all our thoughts and emotions come to die... The essential part of practicing Chod is to understand the ultimate Nature of Mind and to realize that the mind is empty. *** Kalu Rinpoche "Secret Buddhism: Vajrayana Practices" ============================================================================== I wanted to escape To someplace where I wouldn't be But where are you not? My baggage travels with me! I don't want to take myself so seriously, Just want to get out the way. As long as I keep you near to me I leave thoughts in their graves I mistook a rope for a snake A misperception was my mistake You can't pin a thought onto space But I can see you from miles away