"The Presence of Pure Awareness"

Greetings, friends.

I pose this question to you:

Can you be aware…

without thoughts?

No thinking.

No mind.

And yet—fully alive?

Perfectly functional?

Simply aware—

needing nothing more.

This question is as ancient as time itself: Old friend!

Can we simply be,

without becoming?

Can we rest in what is?

Can we truly live this way?

Moving, breathing, being—

without the mind’s relentless noise?

The answer is both yes… and no.

Yes, we can touch moments of pure awareness,

where no thought clouds the sky,

and life flows effortlessly.

But here’s the deeper question:

Can this awareness be carried into everyday life?

Can this presence of awareness

watch the actor play their part—

and remain detached?

Can it be aware of the thinker…

thinking thoughts—

without becoming the thinker?

Can it witness unconscious programs unfold,

see conditioned responses arise,

without being pulled into the story?

Can it let the planner map the road ahead

without losing itself in the play?

That…is the subtle art.

The art of being while doing.

Remember this, old friend:

Life flows effortlessly there.

You see with clarity.

You move with grace.

You respond—not from thinking, but from being.

Yet to speak, to plan, to navigate the world—

the mind has its place.

But here’s the key:

Use the mind when needed.

Rest in awareness when it’s not.

This presence—this silent aliveness that you are—

its nature is awareness.

But it drifts…

It clings to thoughts and becomes the thinker.

It identifies with the body and becomes one with it.

It forgets itself and becomes whatever it touches.

And eventually—

tired of the noise,

tired of the stories,

tired of endlessly becoming—

it remembers and quietly returns home…

to itself.

Still.

Silent.

Aware.

Not as an object.

But as the watcher.

The witness.

The calm that was always there beneath the waves.

It is the observer—

of all that appears,

within and without.

So, how do we return home to this?

We must learn the sacred art of detachment.

To create space—

a gap—

between the watcher

and the movie playing on life’s screen.

Become more aware.

Catch yourself when you drift.

Return to watching.

Return to stillness.

In time,

when watching becomes stronger

than the pull of unconscious attachments—

the Master will reclaim the throne.

The dreamer will awaken from the dream.

No longer becoming.

Just being.

I Am. That. I Am.

The Divine Presence…

expressing itself

through you, as you.

Simply this.

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