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The mind of old always referring to your reality as mortal, as phenomenal, as material, but understanding is not material. It can shine onto the mind, but it’s not made out of mind.

Simply invite yourself to rest. Invite the Mind to be, to be not-knowing, to rest in not-knowing, to trust not-knowing. Effortless being. Always on board. Always there. The peace.

Welcome, everyone. Lovely to be with you. Since there are a couple of newcomers,just a reminder that this meetingwill start with a short guided meditation,which will be followed by whateverquestions you may have. So, to start with,if you can sit comfortably and,either close your eyesor turn your attention inward.And welcome your experiencejust as it appears…

Everything you perceive, you perceive bathed in the stillness, bathed in silence, bathed in peace. We have the habit of following form, whatever appears to us, we have a habit of chasing stuff, which is not always necessary. There is a magical order in life. Things unfold. They present themselves to us.

We are habituated to believe that we need to do things, we need to be in charge. That’s the illusion! The illusion of somebody being in charge. Somebody who’s in control. And so we spin our wheels, in vain. The mind becomes very busy trying to get somewhere. This part of the illusion, that there…

Allow every sensation that arises to you to be free. Notice the effortlessness of awareness. Thoughts appear and disappear. Sensations constantly shifting.

And in the phenomenal realm, we all know that death is inevitable. Most often, it seems to be a dreadful thing, because we are wired for survival. The body-mind is wired for survival and procreation. So there is this wiring within the body-mind to figure its way in the face of danger to survive. But…

So we invite ourself completely, without knowing, without history, allowing and trusting that the understanding is there, loving us and revealing itself to us and inviting us to the recognition of our innate freedom, our noumenal reality.

There is no effort in being in loving in being the love when the past is absent when the me-narrative, the me-belief is quiet.