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This is not founded in any formal type of practice; its just what, from this perspective, apparently may occasion a remembrance of the eternal infinite void of everything. Never tried to explain this before but here goes.

It feels like a 'fanning out' of attention. Sort of opposite of focusing on one sensation. Its like ALL AT ONCE feeling the vibration in the steering wheel, the sun crackling through the clouds, random brake lights hoping from point to point, the itch of dry skin, breath passing through the nose, radio static feels warm, image of a sleeping daughter in the rear view mirror, all the colors alive, a bitter taste in the mouth. Taking all these in at once - attention IS ALL of them. Then somehow all these merge as ONE. Body, mind, world and witnessing presence.

It's like mind is caught in rapture by the completeness of listening and the overwhelming isness of ALL of This. Then spontaneously the mind is gone, its just This, happening without cause, indescribable, no one here, no one to know anything, no one to not know anything. Mind usually notes this whole occasion (although its clear now there's no such thing as occasions) and a joyful grin accompanies a knowing, eternal peace.

<blockquote data-quote="clearlyone" data-source="post: 3507191" data-attributes="member: 6215">This is not founded in any formal type of practice; its just what, from this perspective, apparently may occasion a remembrance of the eternal infinite void of everything. Never tried to explain this before but here goes. It feels like a &#039;fanning out&#039; of attention. Sort of opposite of focusing on one sensation. Its like ALL AT ONCE feeling the vibration in the steering wheel, the sun crackling through the clouds, random brake lights hoping from point to point, the itch of dry skin, breath passing through the nose, radio static feels warm, image of a sleeping daughter in the rear view mirror, all the colors alive, a bitter taste in the mouth. Taking all these in at once - attention IS ALL of them. Then somehow all these merge as ONE. Body, mind, world and witnessing presence. It&#039;s like mind is caught in rapture by the completeness of listening and the overwhelming isness of ALL of This. Then spontaneously the mind is gone, its just This, happening without cause, indescribable, no one here, no one to know anything, no one to not know anything. Mind usually notes this whole occasion (although its clear now there&#039;s no such thing as occasions) and a joyful grin accompanies a knowing, eternal peace.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="clearlyone, post: 3507191, member: 6215"] This is not founded in any formal type of practice; its just what, from this perspective, apparently may occasion a remembrance of the eternal infinite void of everything. Never tried to explain this before but here goes. It feels like a 'fanning out' of attention. Sort of opposite of focusing on one sensation. Its like ALL AT ONCE feeling the vibration in the steering wheel, the sun crackling through the clouds, random brake lights hoping from point to point, the itch of dry skin, breath passing through the nose, radio static feels warm, image of a sleeping daughter in the rear view mirror, all the colors alive, a bitter taste in the mouth. Taking all these in at once - attention IS ALL of them. Then somehow all these merge as ONE. Body, mind, world and witnessing presence. It's like mind is caught in rapture by the completeness of listening and the overwhelming isness of ALL of This. Then spontaneously the mind is gone, its just This, happening without cause, indescribable, no one here, no one to know anything, no one to not know anything. Mind usually notes this whole occasion (although its clear now there's no such thing as occasions) and a joyful grin accompanies a knowing, eternal peace. [/QUOTE]