A story arising presently

This is the absolute simplicity of it: awareness and content, awareness and content, the two aspects of oneness, wholeness, presence, 'what is'. And this search for there to be a permanent remembering is the play.

And we confuse this with 'I am aware.'

Yes.

So 'I' is a natural part of the content?

Yes.

It's astounding when you read that apparently solid things are basically all space, just energy. But that's just another story, isn't it, another metaphor?

Yes, interesting, but the mesmerising quality of the play takes over again and there is involvement in a story about scientists and atoms.

But within the story, it's kind of fascinating that the ancient seers apparently saw what our scientists are discovering now. It's fascinating that knowledge is being rediscovered, within the story, thousands of years later. You think, 'How the hell did those guys see that, without any particle generators?'

Yes, it's so fascinating that it gets overlooked that this is a story arising presently; that all of this 'ancient history' is appearing presently as a story that has a mesmerising quality. There is a constant tendency to become fascinated with the play and to overlook the fact that the identification as 'I' is the basis for this wandering.

Sure, but some of the content is fascinating.

Of course, but the nature of this scene in the play of life here today is that reminding of your true nature is happening, whereby the mesmerising quality of the fascinating content of the play is seen through.

But if there is a distraction, then that is 'what is'. Is not distraction just as good as anything else?

That's right. The recognition of your true nature is not necessary, but we're talking here in the context of oneness appearing as a roomful of characters seeking oneness, so this theme of undermining the seeking is arising. At a meeting such as this, it's like a hole appearing in what we usually take to be reality. We could get involved with discussing all sorts of fascinating and distracting stuff and spend all afternoon immersed in it.

That wouldn't matter, would it?

It wouldn't matter at all but as soon as you'd snapped out of it and you found yourself on the way home, you'd probably think, 'Well, that was a swizzle.' (laughter)