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Here and Now

     Here and now is the opening of our attention, the focus without object, the "letting be" without intentions, ends, or plans. Here and now the mind rests on life-intelligence (consciousness) that shapes it, and life-intelligence stands on its fundamental silence, showing itself as an endless action, a mysterious phantasmagoria overflowing with energy. Upon the Apeiron of matter, mind superimposes the representations of a strange and wonderful mirage. The Apeiron supports them in its ephemeral spectacle for a mysterious spectator: I, as ephemeral as the spectacle. Here and now is not the past, nor the projection of the past that we call the future, nor the automatic memory that we call the present. Here and now not even the presence of "I am" takes shape in time. The I am is transfigured into light, objects undo their superpositions upon matter, becoming pure light: there is no longer a rose, no molecules, no atoms, no quarks ... Light is a perfumed petal, the petal is a flash of joy. The light that we see and the light that sees (the consciousness of the beholder, the spontaneous attention of life-intelligence) are the same light. The gods withdraw before the mystery that is "here and now". Even the gods cannot be here and now, nor does the self that writes these lines has a space-time in that deep bosom. Here, the need for meaning surrenders and gives up its adamantine persistence.

    Something speaks. Supported on something that is not speech. The "now silence" opens a more transparent silence.

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