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where are you ?

webbykevin

webbykevin

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Are you existing inside your body, or is your body existing inside you ?

If a team of surgeons dissected you down to the individual atoms, would they find YOU ?
 
I exist in hyperspace. I transmit to this body through a form of electrochemical telepathy.

I share space and time with these cells, yet am distant from them. Disassembling this body would not reveal "me".
 
It's because we are an infinite collection of transitions animated due to a complex network of organic material. The complexity of which determines how we view the world. Because our consciousness sits within this network it's not matter of localizing any particular phenomena, the whole expanse of it can be identified as any one ego wave. I believe our roots extend just as far inside as they do outside. It's all a matter of how they're manifest.
 
CoffeeDrinker said:
It's because we are an infinite collection of transitions animated due to a complex network of organic material. The complexity of which determines how we view the world. Because our consciousness sits within this network it's not matter of localizing any particular phenomena, the whole expanse of it can be identified as any one ego wave. I believe our roots extend just as far inside as they do outside. It's all a matter of how they're manifest.
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You've done way too many drugs lol ;)
 
or perhaps not enough.
i concur with the posts speaking of "there is no me" etc.
"I" too, hold to the idea of my body being but a husk, an organic shell given to the conscious mind that "I" am,
in order to function and interact with this physical plane of existence.

as for the dissection, i dont believe the consciousness-body relationship works that way.

OP have you considered that atoms and particles at that size range behave in accordance with the consciousness
of a conscious observer?

:)
 
I guess I am trying to answer the age old questions, who am I ?, what am I?, where did I come from? , where am I going?

For most of my childhood in fact most of my adult life, i never really asked these questions of myself, but just hung a lot of other peoples ideas and beliefs onto myself, but they were actually not really my experiences, they were other peoples experiences that i was just conditioned to believe without question.

But in the process of direct inquiry into the self, i can find no one home, well not living in this bag of bones and skin anyway, i am aware of the body, but I am also aware of the sounds of the birds chirping outside, of thoughts seeming to randomly appear, of emotions rising up and passing, all things seem to be fleeting, to be in constant flux, all things are temporary, thoughts come and go, people come and go, sounds come and go, and I don't appear to have to do anything to make any of this happen, the process of being, of just being, is effortless, everything is always changing nothing is permanent, but I, the witness of all these things, does not change, does not come and go, because I am the witness of all this coming and going.

So the question remains, who is it that is witnessing all this happening, and what i find when I really look, is just the presence of an awareness.

Sure I have a body/mind that i can observe, but who is it that is doing the observing ?

When i was born, I had no name, but my parents gave me this name and I took it to be who I was, but before this identification was made, I existed as something else.

I still search for an answer to this, and I refuse to replace this question with another question, the mind is so quick to jump in with its own tumbling thoughts, but they are also witnessed by something, and this witness, it cannot be seen, it cannot be described, I cant draw you a picture of it, I cant identify with it, it seems to have no boundaries.

Tough questions to ask of myself i know, but this search is fascinating, the question who am I is electric, it's alive, it pulses with possibilities, and I am hooked on the search.

Thank you all for your input so far.
 
i'm not too sure what you're trying to say, but i guess i exist inside my body rather than vice versa. i'm not living in the moment, rather i'm on autopilot most of the time. i live inside the daydreams that i ponder up. it's a habit that's hard to break.
 
webbykevin said:
Are you existing inside your body, or is your body existing inside you ?
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Existing inside me, without a doubt.

Moreover, its surroundings are inside me as well.

And everything "out there" is inside me as well (as thoughts, as mental images).

This goes for everyone, despite any feelings to the contrary.
 
There is no individual me or Self, existing separately from the environment. The environment defines the me and the me defines the environment. It's all interconnected.
Seeing myself as separate would be erroneous and delusional, which is even proved by the discoveries in neuroscience.
 
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To know where I am, I'd first have to know what I am.

You can't look for something without knowing what it is!
 
I find the following quite fitting in this thread:
http://www.lifewithoutacentre.com/ said:
Image this...

A balloon, filled with air, floats in an infinite sea of air.

And the balloon says to itself, "I'm an individual. I live in a world full of individuals. A world of me and mine: my thoughts, my memories, my beliefs, my achievements, my successes, my failures, my past, my future, my relationships. I own a little piece of the whole, a little piece of life. This is my little part of everything."

What the balloon fears most is its own popping - in other words, its own death - because it sees this as the ultimate loss of 'me and mine'. In other words, death is the loss of 'my little part of everything'. The end of 'my life'.

What the balloon cannot see is that death is liberation. Upon death, 'my little part of everything' simply explodes back into everything. 'My life' dissolves back into life itself. And what is seen is that 'my life' was always an illusion, because there was never anyone there separate from everything. There was only ever everything. The balloon never 'had' anything to begin with, and so could never 'lose' anything. In other words, there is no 'individual' separate from life itself - there only appears to be.

The mind (thought) will never be able to comprehend this. But somewhere beyond the mind, somewhere beyond the stories we tell about life, somewhere beyond all of our concepts, philosophies, ideologies, religions... there can be a recognition, a resonance, a knowing. And that's what this message is really about: a recognition that's totally beyond mind and beyond words.

You are perfect as you are - even in your imperfection. Life is perfect as it is, even if you cannot see that yet. This is a journey into your own absence, an absence which finally reveals itself as the perfect presence of everything, as the Home you've always been seeking, and what will be found is this: You wrote these words yourself, to remind yourself of what, deep down, you have always known.
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