I remember when playing the violin for so many years, that I began to recognize how a person practiced a piece of music. I had a stand partner who during a rapid section of music went into rushing through the notes, all senses shut off to the surrounding musicians and music. It was like she was going through the motions, and rushing the music in the very way that she had practiced it. It was annoying because she was in her own personal bubble rushing through the section without any focus on anything else.
It is the same and known within music circles that if the performer is thinking, they have not yet reached a level of mastery where thinking is absent. Thinking being that one is still memorizing a form rather than knowing something.
It is the same with children and their ability to read, and is probably so with all humans, that internal construct that directs their actions. The layers of thinking/experience rather than real knowing, accumulating and revealing where they are at and where they come from.
Many times with young children, the experiences and movements, as reactions are visible in the process of processing words. I remember working with someone that could barely read. They are an adult in their fifties. I started to read the impulses and asked them if what I described was their childhood. And they agreed.
It would make sense because if we build a personality suit ourselves through the selections we make, it has to be visible. That part of us that built our own is that same part of us that is bale to read the same in others. Overall, all of this a distraction. It occupies our focus to such an extent we lose sight of what we are, and where we are, and how we are.
There are humans that can hear the first few words of a novel, and recognize the writer. After all, it is a math, one of many dimensions.
I have asked many people if they remember talking to anything as children. Many have responded. Someone said birds, another fish, another trees, another sand. After all, are not these things a math too? And that is a focus on the living world, as opposed to the shadow world of personalities. That which adheres to an industrialized consumerist system, a top down system. The opposite of life. I mean, look at the cells of our bodies. They are differentiated and yet one. There are no followers and no leaders. There is only a sense of parts working together. Silver threads all of the togetherness of all things.
Hence, why fear a mind consciousness? Why fear a personality suit? Why be paranoid of such when the practical is always here in plain sight? And if one asks questions and receives a reaction, a running away, then one knows where one is at in relation to facing a focus lost in a layered " set body of information."
And that point of triggering that one should look, has protections in place to avoid the unsettling feeling of fear. And here is a consequence of separation from the knowing of differentiation coupled with each different structure being aware of all other structures that compose and generate life itself as creation. One is able to hear the composition. One has to walk out of the rejection of hearing here.
There is always a visible tension and racing, and agitation in a reaction. When one listens, and has the desire to stop playing the personality game, a movement happens where the person steps forth and comes towards one, the speaker attempting to disperse the veil of personality. Some react and tense up and some step forward. And this varies by degree. Some play peek-a-boo. I have yet to direct through that scenario. lol
I suppose the question is as to what degree one triggers the personality suit to the extent one is like a mirror, where the ranting personality hears only itself, like imagery bouncing back onto a person, where they catch a glimpse of their deception, their separation from who they really are.
Our personalities have become a form of industrialization of mankind. " Pick a suit and play the game, even though the earth is burning." At death that suit falls away, and memory is lost. An older person speaks with mixed-up past events, as though that personality suit is fractionalizing, as there is no longer enough of the real life substance available to continue the selective narratives. Those same narratives that were repeated again and again just before death. And then the anger and the restlessness. I suppose a loss of one's personality suit has a slow decline and then with hindsight it is more visible. Today, according to some research in aging, basically everyone has dementia. I asked many of my friends about their experience with their aging parents and the patterns are all the same. Though many think they have reconciliation at the end of the death process. What has happened is a more innocent presence comes forward, one that is more agreeable. I wonder if the absence of the anger and the narratives generates an agreeable fool, one that nods their head in a more gentle state, and that has the personality of the grown children feel like the aging parent is finally listening to them. Little do they realize it is the exact opposite. Perhaps there is some vestige of humanity, and the personality absent parent appears at peace. It is the absence of reaction that appears to be a final forgiveness. Too many have said they reconciled at the end. And then they say their parents are with them from the afterlife. This is more personality suit generations. And that is all.
Hence, the patterns of our separation are all around us. And meanwhile, the togetherness of all things is there, like a current running through everything.
It is like there is a front and a back system, and yet the front system of separation is at the back in the flesh and the natural presence that is behind the personality is in the front.
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