Everything—everything—you perceive is nothing other than the brilliant reflection of your own radiance.
I used to get little glimpses of it—always for me in nature. A deeper and longer experience of this is called Samadhi. I am going to describe below an experience of Samadhi which was experienced in Oregon a couple of months ago. I bought a piece of property there and the next day my shaman and his partner and I were at the property to do a ceremony with rape’ (pronounced RAH-PAY) and bless the land. We sat down by the river and did that, and after the ceremony I felt incredibly nauseous. We walked back up to the bridge and sat down. Actually I lay down on the bridge. They sat above me and we talked. Actually they talked and I mostly listened. They hope to conceive a child soon. I was listening and blessing that wish but I was sick. I was thankful when they made up some excuse and said they needed to leave. I continued to lie there in the fetal position and watched their forms recede down the dirt pathway back toward where they’d left their car.
After a few minutes I stood up and took of all of my clothes and lay back down naked in the dirt on the bridge. Some of the nausea had abated. I decided to get into the water to see if that would purge the rest of it. I climbed down large, slippery rocks below the bridge and entered the river. It was so icy cold that it was shocking, having only a few hours earlier been snow. “What if there are snakes in the river…nah too cold…what if there are leeches!” The nonsense mind comes up with!
I lay naked in the cold water and imagined a leech attaching itself to my penis. Those thoughts and others came and went for a little while in the theater of mind, appearing and disappearing again like a messenger who arrives and, not finding any master to whom to deliver his message, departs bewildered. I meditated like that in the icy water until there arose a sensation of warmth. Then after a while some sort of numbness began to creep in—body going cold and numb. Somewhere deep in the recesses of consciousness a thought about getting out of the river began to gel and form and eventually conditioned the arising of volition.
So I got out. I climbed back up the rocks and and sat down on the side of the bridge to let the sun dry my body. After my body dried I wrapped a small piece of cloth around my torso and made the video below. The nausea had been replaced with a feeling of intense happiness, joy, freedom.
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Some sort of perceiving all of creation as surreal had also arisen and remained. After a while I stood up and walked over to the Jeep and dressed. It was about a half hour before sunset.
The BLM (Bureau of Land Management, a bureaucracy of the federal government) maintains the paved public road that serves my property. It continues on up and over a large mountain. If it’s open you can take it all the way over into Grants Pass. An angel had told me to drive up the mountain “if you get a chance,” he had said. “But be careful you don’t go too far.” I put that in quotes because that is exactly what he said and he emphasized it.
I am going to give some very important advice now. If an angel ever says to you that you might want to do something, you ought to give serious consideration to doing it. With that in mind I began to drive along the washed out road leading into and out of my property, back to the paved BLM road. I turned right and headed up the mountain.
My property continues up the side of this road for a little ways, so I slowed down to see if I could make out where the boundary was. Suddenly a pair of headlights appeared behind me. “Who the fuck would be driving up this mountain at this time of night, and on a Thursday?” I wondered. My property is the last of the privately-owned tracts—it’s all BLM lands from there all the way up and then back down again (if it’s passable) to Grants Pass. Nobody lives up there.
Those lights kept on appearing behind me for quite a few miles up. It’s like he was timing it just so that about the time I was to go around the next curve, he emerged from the last curve and I would get a glimpse of the headlights before they disappeared again behind me. And so on for quite a while.
A few minutes later I had to start slowing down due to multiple rocks that had fallen onto the road. From that point on up, the road became an obstacle course. It was getting near sundown. The shadows were long and the way down the mountain just a few inches off the right side of the road was steep.
Fallen rocks and chunks of rocks were strewn everywhere now—in some places just barely leaving room for passage. It was a bizarre surreal moon-like scene—some of those rocks were the size of small boulders. I started thinking, “Damn, one of those could roll off that mountain and hit this Jeep and kill me instantly and I’d be dead. Bam. That’s it. Everything gone in an instant.” This was what mind was busying itself with as I drove on up toward the top of the mountain.
Somehow the headlights guy behind me turned around or stopped or something because at a certain point the lights were just gone and I never saw them again. I half-expected to see him waiting for me on the way down, but I would see not one soul all the way back to Selma. I briefly wondered why someone would drive to some place short of where I was and then just turn around and leave. But that seems to be what happened.
Anyway, eventually I came to a place where a thick stand of conifers kept the road shielded from the sun’s light and warmth. In the shadows of the trees a thin layer of melting ice topped several inches of snow, blanketing the entire road for as far ahead as I could see.
I wondered for a moment how long it would be before this very ice would flow as water through my property. A few days? A week?
That was what was going on in my mind as I stood there at the edge of the snow with massive Coast Redwoods, their tops obscured in a thin wispy fog, towering above. Some of these gigantic trees just barely clung to the sides of the steep embankments that rose a hundred feet above the road. Some of the trees’ roots were exposed, extending like huge toes trying to claw into the ground in a desperate attempt to maintain a foothold. “A foothold which will not be maintained,” I thought, “That tree will fall over this road and then BLM will need to come up here and cut it up to clear the road. It is bound to happen, but probably not until after I leave.”
This small glacier was quite obviously the place the angel was talking about. I was sort of expecting the point of no return to be a little more subtle, but whatever. There would be no way to even walk across that sheet of ice without immediately falling on my ass and slipping into the steep dark hole below the conifer stand. Nevermind trying to drive a vehicle through there.
I shut off the Jeep, got out and walked over to where I could see down the mountain a ways. The sun was about to set. I sat down to meditate on one of the flatter rocks. Utterly alone, forgotten, small. Powerless.
I hesitate to describe how awesome it is—this Samadhi, this longer glimpse into what you and I really are. Apart from the fact that it is utterly impossible to describe or even know—ineffable—there is a significant risk of beings mistaking experience for enlightenment and starting to crave it.
Enlightenment is not an experience. I repeat, enlightenment is not an experience. Enlightenment is an uncorrupted view. And that’s it.
If you start craving it, looking for it, being worried that someone else has it and you don’t, etc., you should recognize this as standard human bullshit. The only desire which has any spiritual value at all is the desire to be liberated from suffering. Contrary to what a lot of misguided “gurus” say, having a strong desire for liberation is absolutely necessary. Without it enlightenment is not possible.
This samadhi is like some sort of portal opens up. I hesitate to describe the point of becoming one with the non-dual satchitananda as an experience at all. Don’t try to see it. Don’t try to understand it. Don’t vainly seek it. If you do any of this, you will fail. By attempting to see it you see it not. By attempting to know it you know it not. By attempting to find it you find it not.
You’ve experienced it before. I’m sure you have. When have you been in complete awe of something such that you were struck dumb by the power and beauty of it? Maybe you could conceive it as a peaceful, blissful kind of joy. Some people get a glimpse when they see a particularly beautiful sunset. Or a mountain. Or something else in nature that reminds them of their complete insignificance in the face of it.
There is the tiniest minute bit of it at the point of an orgasm. Some may experience it at the birth of their first child. This samadhi I’m talking about is just a large dose of precisely that…stuff, light, love, God, Brahman, Allah, et al. It’s just a very large dose of that, and it is such a large dose that it is possible to recognize what it is and come back from it knowing “I am that,” and then not become seduced again into believing that existence is limited to and confined in this rotting piece of quivering flesh I call “my body,” which in a few more hours or days will become food for buzzards or worms anyway.
This samadhi is necessary for a spiritual awakening. It can be attained using meditative techniques and it can be attained in other ways, including by consuming psychoactive plant medicines. These samadhis, however induced, are not to be understood as the “underlying reality” or any such silly thing as that. They should be understood as agents which for a brief period of time artificially cure enough of the defects of your own mind that you see clearly—the doors of perception are briefly made less opaque.
Some people start craving these experiences, and in so doing they get way off track spiritually. Luckily the medicines themselves help cure the problem by a process which reduces their efficacy for producing the desired effects if they continue to be misused as agents of pleasure. These medicines are a gift and a blessing for mankind. But like all of God’s gifts, many people inevitably fuck them up and corrupt them—usually in the name of money. This is to be expected.
So the bottom line, an experience of samadhi lets you know what is possible. It gives you a glimpse of what you are, and what you are is awesome. But in order to stop suffering, it is necessary to know the truth (I am not body-mind) and also to embody that truth. I can probably convince you intellectually of the former in less than an hour. Then you might spend the rest of your life, or several more lifetimes, deeply engaged in spiritual practices to perfect the latter.
If you get enough of a glimpse of true nature for long enough, it will choicelessly reorient your life in Its direction.
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The sun had set and darkness settled down on the mountain. I drove slowly and carefully back down, past my property again and on down into Selma. I stopped at the local supermarket there and bought water and something to eat and a t-shirt. Then I continued on back to Grants Pass and my Air BnB room. I was tired but I did not sleep for quite a while. The next day I drove to Medford, got on a plane and flew up to Seattle.
In downtown Seattle, drug-addled groups of zombie-like humans occupied various street corners, many openly smoking meth. I walked in and among them. I hugged one man’s neck who seemed inclined to hug, and gave all of them who asked whatever money I had. There were two or three men in different places just standing on corners screaming incoherent nonsense at the top of their lungs to everyone and no one, their minds completely obscured and mired in ignorance, consumed by an inchoate rage. If you do not believe that there are beings suffering in hell realms, go to Seattle and walk around downtown. I’m sure there are other places too.
The next day I rode a train back to SeaTac, boarded a Delta 757 and flew back to Atlanta. I’ve got it in my mind to head back out as soon as I can for the purpose of abiding in noble silence for a good long while.
Update August 2013: Here is a news piece I ran across a couple months after I was in Seattle: https://youtu.be/GvRX9fNMW00.