Archive for April, 2011

After Thought #53
April 28, 2011



Monks spend their entire life busy with the business of getting closer to “God”, foregoing the recognition that She is already,


everywhere and everything.


How divinely arrogant and naive it is to imagine that “God” can only be found in the beauty of life. 


She is undeniably already everywhere,

in all things,

 and simultaneously nowhere,



There is no place on Earth that is closer to “God” than where [you] are now. 


She is,

where [you] are,






It’s only the mind enchanted by the spell of co-dependent thinking, and a story called “The Mystery of Life”, that dismisses the inherent Oneness of Twoness.


Piety and chastity are riddled with judgment and mark the delusion of a conditioned mind that has lost itself in distinction.


Sweetness abides in the awareness that Two is always and already,

effortlessly One.


With complete abandon,

 wholeness eternally wraps itself around both the sweet and the sour in life.





 alludes the seeker, 

masquerading itself as everything,



Are [you] ready to step outside the prison of [your] own conditioning?



The Doctrine of One [Book]

 ZEN Shredding ~ The Prequel [Book]

 ZEN ~ Shredding  [Book]

 Soulananda [Book] 

Soulananda [Web site]

 Bliss Blog [Michael Sean Symonds] 


 (c) Copyright – Michael Sean Symonds.  All Rights Reserved Worldwide.




Within Any Given Story…
April 9, 2011





[You] are not [your] story.

[You] arrive and then the story appears to unfold on [you]; mind steps in with an editorial of approval or disapproval and you believe it.

Whether there is embracing or denying, loving or hating of the story, it’s ultimately irrelevant to Who [You] Are.

Embracing or denying, loving or hating is only the mind adding an additional paragraph or page to the mirage of a perceived story; the miracle of existence itself.

[You] can be in [your] story but not of it. We call this freedom, even though this is just another entertaining bi-line of an imagined story…


If you are not your story then Who Are You? 

Our perceived problem begins and ends with this question.  If you take the time to look at your own experience you will realize that your confusion and suffering occurs from the result of the stories you tell about yourself – about yourself, the world, and others.  [You] don’t need the grandeur of so-called enlightenment or an awakening experience, however seductive and appealing those particular stories may be, to see with awareness.

Look closely to your experience and you might notice the stories you tell yourself are always changing: one moment your listening or engaged in telling yourself a story of how happy you are because something has occurred in your life that brings you great pleasure, and the next moment, or a few days later, you are distraught because there is a new [or recurring] story of something painful and yet very real, that appears to be now happening in your life. 

And so the swing of the story and one perspective of life continues; we appear to be caught up in the cycle of the highs and the lows that appear to be always inherent within an ever unfolding story.  This story; any story, is always perpetuated by the perception, understanding and knowledge of who we imagine ourselves to be within any given story.  Any story will be prolonged, intensified and editorialized by self-engendered ideas that lead to other thoughts which appear to become words; the same words that will often appear to become actions, that lead to more chapters of a story.

There is a [you] of course; but not a you you could ever imagine yourself to be. 

The pretend you; the you imagine yourself to be; exists only in your mind as thoughts, words, and beliefs that become the stories you accumulate about yourself, others and the world you perceivable live in.  The stories exist in the ideas, beliefs, notions, perceptions, associations and memories you have about yourself, others and the world you live in.  The story thrives in the conditioning of experience and memory; in the flirtation and fixation of your attention on the stories that appear, and then become part of your imagined nature or self.

[You] exist for sure, but not in ways that you can ever imagine or think. 

Your existence is independent of any thought or idea you may have had, have, or will have, about yourself.  Your existence is independent of those memories, notions, perceptions, beliefs, association’s, thoughts and feelings you have about yourself, others, or the world you appear to live in. 

[You] exist in unspoken ways; ways that cannot include or rely upon whether they be verbal, intellectual or cognitive notions or suggestions of any conventional understanding of the body/mind.  [You] exist in different ways; ways that are not conceivable or perceivable. 

Our perceived problem begins with the fact that attention appears to be always caught up in the foreground of life experience.  It’s caught up in the language of internalized descriptions and the drama and joys of circumstance which appear to determine our subjective experience. 

We are entangled in those words and descriptions; we appear to be shackled by our subjective notions which elevate and sublimate the grandeur and drama of not only our story, but also the perceived suffering or joy that is contained within that story.  [You] are not your story.  You never were you story, and in spite of what you or others might say or think, your story is not Who [You] Are. 

Until [you] break the spell of your own story; the one you appear to have authored; you will be hypnotized by the pain and the pleasure that is inherent within all stories.  You will appear to be bound by all the ideas and perceptions, notions and understandings that are included in the stories you have gathered about yourself, others and the world you live in.  

You will be unable to see through the story, to the real [you] – until the spell of thinking is broken.  You will be unable to see through the spell of words that have hypnotized you; that have woven a thread of perception that appears to bound the unbound.  The time bound can never touch the timeless; the timeless can never be found in the time bound; beyond timeless and time bound, there is [freedom] in the silent space between us.

The end of the journey begins when you glimpse the extent to which those stories have clouded your awareness and perception; how they lead you down a hundred different rabbit holes that simply and easily, distract you from what is.  

[You] are what is. 

The more you simply notice those stories, without trying to change, fix or understand those stories, the more space in which everything arises and subsides can be revealed.  In that space, you may find a hint and suggestion, you might touch your essential nature; something that was always there; something that was always, naturally, spontaneously there, and in that space, you might find a freedom; the freedom and affirmation to simply Be.

I’m not enticing you to adopt yet another belief system or philosophy here.  I’m not asking you to take a leap of faith into some new or alternative conditioning.  I’m asking [you] to simply notice what always is; I’m asking [you] to notice what is already there, and in that noticing, perhaps the shell of your present understanding might be cracked; to reveal what was always, already there.

Who is that [you] that is already there; the one that watches the one who is aware?

I’m asking you to consider just for a moment, that replacing or creating a new and improved story will only temporarily sanitize the pain and suffering you may have experienced in the previous chapter of an ongoing story. 

We call these entertaining new stories:  religion, personal growth and spirituality; we call these stories awakenings and liberation.  They are stories guised in seduction of finding of a new purpose or meaning in life, and while they may temporarily solve the confusion, dilemma and drama of a present story, they often only become a temporary band aide that prevents us seeing the prison of our past and present conditioning. 

I’m asking you to pause for a moment and see that the power of will and desire to create a new story is really only moving from one trance into another trance, and however pleasurable that new trance may be, it’s only a reprieve, a commercial interlude from one story to the next; a postponed moment of suffering that will inevitably cycle into another period of imagined joy based on a story that will unquestionably lead to the experience of more suffering. 

It was never about enjoying or not enjoying your story.  It was never about creating a fashionable new story.  It’s only a mind that dwells on the slippery path of preference that can lead you into the prison of an apparently different experience or perspective.   It’s the apparent prison of perception and preference that gets you into trouble.

When there is passionate detachment; when there is a resting in awareness; the value judgments of “like” and “dislike”, “want”, “need” or “desire” evaporate; leaving things as they are.  When things are left as they are, the innocent state of restful awareness creates the space to more easily navigate the apparent conflicts that exist within duality and the experiences, perceptions, and stories that appear to arise in the day to day occurrences of the story we call life.

With attention, you might notice who comes first; [you] might notice that it is [you] who comes first, followed shortly by an infinite number of stories, spun by a mind that can only ever spin a good or bad story.  

You are not your story. 

Nor the good and the bad that appear to occur in your story.  You are not the highs and lows that may occur in your life, nor are you anything else you may identify within the content of that story.

So here’s the kicker, and it’s a beauty: there is no story; there only appears to be a story, and there only appears to be a story about there being no story.  

[We] only imagine there is a story, or not. 

We only imagine there is a story, and we only imagine that there is someone who is in a story or not; but that someone and the story of that someone being in a story or not being in a story, is a mirage.  They are random ideas that come together, organized by a mind that is hardwired for survival.  They are ideas that at once confuse and sublimate a freedom that is already always there, regardless of what content the mind, moment or circumstance may be presenting. 

You cannot get out of a box if you don’t realize you’re in a box. 

You cannot get out of a box if you don’t realise there is no box.  The box is the story.  The box is the person you imagine yourself to be; the one who appears to role play in the box you call “me” and “my life”.  Substituting one box, however pleasurable or comfortable, for another box; or trying to make your box look pretty or better will never free you from a box;  a box is a box or not.  The person you imagine yourself to be is the box or not. 

When we ask ourselves the question Who Am I? We are not looking for an answer and we certainly are not looking for understanding; that would only become another box; another trap with which to entrench yourself.

So there is no story and there is no box. 

Better said: there only appears to be a box and a story, and there appears to be a person who is sometimes in a box and sometimes not.  There appears to be a story and sometimes the story is nice and sometimes the story is not so nice.

When there is no longer an obsession with trying to understand and explain, fix or transform; when there is no longer an attempt to change the story a mind may be spinning; there can be a space; there can be a sense of freedom to simply be with what is. 

What could be more intimate than this? 

What is; is so much greater than what appears to be.

Where is the need of fixing? 

Where is the need of understanding? 

What [you] are already is enough; where is the need of searching? 

Because you already always are who you are; where is there a need for another story?

As long as you are in a body, there will always appear to be a story; but that’s just a story.

 So why don’t we just forget this story?

Then again; how can you forget a story if it does not exist to begin with?

Cheers to the story; the one that comes; the one that goes…


The Doctrine of One [Book]

ZEN Shredding ~ The Prequel [Book]

ZEN ~ Shredding  [Book]

Soulananda [Book]

Soulananda [Web site]

Bliss Blog [Michael Sean Symonds]


(c) Copyright – Michael Sean Symonds.  All Rights Reserved Worldwide.



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