Bon Voyage to The Three Principles: Kissing Goodbye

 

From a recording: “If you’re listening to this in your car and you find yourself in a beautiful feeling, roll down your window, pop the tape out of the tape player, and throw it out the window. Stay with the feeling, and it will teach you everything you need to know.”
~ Sydney Banks

Dear Friend –

This was going to be a private message but got too long to send as text, and will be the same for all my friends, so is going here on my blog (which hopefully soon will be re-organized so folks, including myself, cam find things more easily!).

This is just a convenience notice for you regarding future communications, and an update, if anyone cares (haha) about these matters and philosophies.

I just wanted to let you know, I left the “What The F*#$ Are The Principles?” Three Principles Psychology (3P) spiritual psychology (life coaching, etc.) group on FaceBook, and similar 3P groups. That is, I am no longer receiving notifications or seeing postings.

The experience has served its purpose, was a great growth one for my writing, reflecting and sharing, but I’ve “moved on” as they say, and this for for the 3P community in general, unless people want to contact me. I’m not seeking or reaching out to help unless asked. (I also don’t look at the FaceBook news stream in general, so don’t know what’s going on with “others”).

We grow or achieve in whatever area we put our energies towards, and where we focus. This goes for self-realization and happiness too (I’m not even seeking personal relationships anymore: I now know where happiness is, and is not, and it’s certainly not in the objects, the constantly changing forms in Consciousness:  people, places and things!)

The recent experiences with this group (and some of the connections and interconnections with related people and posting and groups), were the “capping off” of 21 years of involvement in the Three Principles community, starting with a dream that revealed true innate Peace to me, then Richard Carlson’s books, Darlene Stuart and Rick Suarez, Ph.D. Roger C. Mills, Ph.D. book “Sanity, Insanity and Common Sense”, the Psychology of Mind Centre (POM) in Australia (and Oregon) and the POM Conference, Roger Mills (rest in peace) and Ami Chen Mills-Naim in Santa Cruz, and George Pransky (bless them all), beginning in 1997. I’ve written elsewhere about that involvement so won’t go deeply into it here. Also deserving mention from later years (in the mid 2000s or so) for their one-on-one coaching are George Pransky’s daughters Kara Stamback and Erika Bugbee (briefly, via phone or email), and more in-depth on-going dialogues with Mark Howard and Annika Hurwitt. 

Since I’m not a professional in the field or a related field, there’s no point doing it: was hearing lots of noise and/or lots of the same thing, and spending lots of time and energy helping to clear things up or help folks see clear and more directly but it’s like bailing out the ocean (of ignorance) with a measuring cup (and my views on the 3P are here in various articles on this blog or posted on Group With No Name on Facebook, so I won’t go into them here).

I sometimes used the discussions as inspiration for articles but I’ve seen enough now that activity can go on on its own. The patterns and beliefs and assumptions are there and coalesce around certain topics.

And I was seeing lots of entrenched positions, interests, agendas and egos too. And the love of the ego for drama, conflict and arguments was witnessed as well. I saw politics arising, as if it were religious factions or schisms at war with each other (it’s really the ego at work – it has to maintain its separateness and it takes constant energy and repetition, recycling, to maintain the false and illusory).

Was fun but I’d rather devote energy to “Self-realization” (even though there’s nowhere to go and nothing to do, on this here Direct Path that descended upon my life from Nowhere) and my friends and community of Truth lovers spawned by my friends Francis & Laura Lucille and others where I meet them, such as in non-duality circles, including from the 3P who’ve matured or graduated too, or are able to put Syd’s message and the 3P in perspective, without rigidity. Besides, “principles” are too rigid: Truth is absolutely free, and completely adaptable.

Mostly at this stage it’s about seeing Truth directly and in silence from the One true teacher, Reality. It might involve communication or it might simply be Being and letting the universe vibrate to that tune… that is also helpful, since all is connected and inseparable.

That being said, please don’t hesitate to drop me a line about meetings or interesting or fun things going on. I can always ignore you if I want. 🙂

Peace, Love, Beauty and all that good stuff,
Eric Platt

…The real bliss lies deep, deep, within yourself. Like a hidden treasure. This is why we talk like this. Get rid of Santa Claus, get rid of the Buddha, get rid of Robert get rid of everybody. For as long as you see an image you are evading your bliss. You keep evading the bliss that you are and you keep identifying with images. All of the images must go. Especially the images of yourself that you are a walking breathing person. If that goes everything else will go also.
Remember also all the so called happy things of this world only exist for a short time before they change into something else. Therefore you want to find your bliss. Which is total absolute reality. Once you can discover this bliss, what can ever make you sad again, nothing. For this bliss is not like human happiness. Human happiness is kindergarten compared to this bliss. This bliss is your birth right, this is what you are. Unconditioned bliss.”
~ Robert Adams

Truth is a Striptease Artist

The more she undresses, the more your desire increases…

for the bliss, the surrender, the melancholy to go away and leave you alone, with *her*, the Absolute…

the naked oneness, raw and direct. Pure Beauty & truth in all her glory, teasing you onto Love.

And just when you think you’re free of her, back safely in the ego, business as usual, selfishly striving, she pops up again – or out again – blazing away, laughing at you, as you laugh with her, for being such a fool for thinking you could leave her. Hahaha. No such luck, Padre. She’s got you by the short and curlies. For good. Admit it.

No going back now dude. Ever. The old mistress, the comfort of non-action, the doldrums of desire and fear, are seen as the shallow tarts they were, forever unsatisfying, as fake as the lipstick on their busy mouths. Their noise fades into the distance, as the winds of a new kind of desire fill your sails. The sails of Freedom with a capital fucking “F”.

You want her with all your soul, but something was holding you back. What did you think you’d lose?

“Let me get this straight…” she says, smiling in that knowing way. You know you’re cooked.
“… you don’t want to give up your misery, your anger, your remaining fear, suspicions, your doubts, your overthinking, agitation and seeking for a future that never comes, and hold on to this precious self you think you are, because it’s who you think you are.”

“Um, well, kind of. I mean, I’d like to change, give up all that, but not at the expense of giving up what I am, this body and mind and collection of memories and creative ideas. And stuff.”

“Are you happy?”

“Uh… no. Not totally. But, like, it’s comfortable, familiar, it works, it gets me from point A to point B, this old vehicle… I, I, I guess I’m sort of in love with it, this being a person”, I said sheepishly. “This world. You know, it’s kind of cool.”

“I see. Now we get down to brass tacks. I have competition. You’re serving that slut while wanting me, is that it?”

“That ‘slut’ got me to where I am today.”

“Master of your domain?”

“Haha. Not exactly. But maintaining.”

“That’s the first true thing you’ve said today.
Let’s start over and see what you want. What you really want. Now tell me honestly. What do you really want – what will make you permanently happy, such that you could want for Nothing? Go for it. Bare your soul my dear.”

I sat and pondered. Cornered. No way to go but up, no way out, no way back except down.

“Sigh. OK I give up. You win. You can have me.” Of course, once again she saw right through my games…

“Not so quick. All I’m hearing is giving up, resignation. This isn’t about that. You’re still going along with your stupid.”

“My stupid? My stupid what?”

“Yes, your stupid what!”

“I’m lost.”

“Exactly! And you’ll remain lost until the final hour.”

“Jesus. The final hour… that sounds so …final.”

“When you finally see you’re not what you thought you were. When time stops, since it never began. When I come into your heart and out of your head, and fulfill your wildest fantasies. Actually I was kidding about that last part. But you can have whatever you want. Because you never lost it. You only thought you lost it. The head gives up trying to control things, because it realizes it never could, never was, and never will be anything but a mirage, egging you on to endless illusions that tempt to happiness but never live up to the promise. There’s no end to suffering until you end it. You end it by coming with me.”

“Where are you taking me?”

“The Promised Land. Also called the ‘Unknown’. Poorly named by the way, because it contains all knowledge. It just didn’t fit the expectations of visitors and residents, so they stuck that sign on it. The permanent resident, of which there is only one, couldn’t care less what it’s called, so leaves the naming alone.”

“How will I know when I’m there?”

“By three signs: the fruit, the great vistas, and the lack of any others living there. It’s very peaceful.”

“Sounds lonely.”

“Au contraire. The entire universe is your eternal friend.”

“Sigh. OK, I’m sold. Sounds better than this tiny shack I’m inhabiting. It was getting cramped, what with all my possessions, pet habits, objects of fear and desire wrapped up in grief and sadness, tiredness and irritability. I’ll let go as soon as… ”

“As you get permission? Approval? Get a sign from the universe?”

“… Uh, well, I guess I don’t need any of that shit.”

“Wiser words were never said” she said, smiling, teasingly, as she started to remove her dressing gown… “Come with me… I have a surprise for you…”

I followed her to another room. At the same time she dropped her gown, she disappeared into nothing, and the room revealed itself to be an infinite one full of light and eternity… as I forgot my self, a bliss and beauty beyond compare surprising in its absolute completeness and certainty permeated all the spaceless timelessness of what could only be called this all-encompassing “presence”… like, totally.

God Said STOP SEEKING Me

113. His disciples said to him, “When will the kingdom come?”

“It will not come by watching for it. It will not be said, ‘Look, here!’ or ‘Look, there!’ Rather, the Father’s kingdom is spread out upon the earth, and people don’t see it.”
– Jesus, The Gospel of Thomas (Trans. Stephen Patterson and Marvin Meyer)

“I had this placid mind, like a mirror lake, and all that appeared was just mirages, as there was nothing but the observing itself. Beautiful appearances of non-persons, no labels, no distinctions. Perfect discernment. A question is asked, and a response is self-logical, self-evident, is said, comes and goes … nothing to it or any it. No objects.
Then I lost it, got into philosophy with a ‘teacher’, as a ‘student’…”

What did you lose?

“A still mind.”

If it comes and goes, it’s in time. …
No, you didn’t lose anything. Nothing happened, and nothing is happening. Ever

“I don’t get it. All kinds of things seem to be happening.”

The operative word is “seem”. The sense-mind is all about change.
Be the observer, the seeing of the change.

“I feel like I’m in a Kung Fu episode…”

Maybe you are. How would you know?

“Well for one thing, you aren’t calling me ‘Grasshopper’, and for another the props are all wrong.”

The props look all right to me.

“They would to you, since you’re the one making them.”

Fair enough, but remember Grasshopper, you’re making them too …

“I am? Why is that?”

Because you are Me…

 

…in the Garden of Bliss

Is Self Realization for You?

The fact is, there’s nothing in it (Non-duality, Self-realization, Enlightenment…) for you, but everything is in it for “no ones”: for those ready and willing to realize they are literally no one and no thing.

Why would someone want nothing? No one wants nothing. Everybody wants something. And many people want to “be someone”, and almost everyone thinks they are someone.

The hard thing for many to fathom about the teaching of non-duality and similar wisdom paths leading to (supposed) Realization of the Self, is that it’s not for the body-mind, the sense-mind. There are benefits to one’s life (in the long run – in the short run things can get worse if it brings up subterranean thinking that needs to be seen), but they’re more like side-effects.

If you supposedly experience “bliss”, in a state of self-realization, and it’s not for or of the body, then how can you experience it? It seems like a contradiction or a paradox

To briefly mention some “side-effects” I’ve noticed for the author: an improvement in health over time so one can be an instrument of the universal (until the body gets ready to be dropped), better rapport in relationships and a sifting out of good from bad friends, less neediness, more harmonious and enjoyable business dealings, clarity of thinking, loss of stress, an intensified appreciation of beauty, the perception of an “undeserved” love that is staggering and humbling, the perception of the extraordinary in the ordinary, the gradual or sudden dropping away of bad habits, less need for being entertained or for fruitless socializing, an increase and serendipity and insight.

However, don’t expect this. Expectation keeps you from finding what you want. Don’t expect anything. Yup, another paradox

Why does expectation chase away that which one is looking for? Let’s say you were a flower, and wanted to attract a butterfly, and you had special flower-powers and were able to move around – maybe a mad scientist created you and you had muscles and nevers and feet and eyes and you could run about in the world.  So you’re sitting there as this special flower with special powers of movement, and you have a magnificent new flower bud, and you see a butterfly flitting around you. You want the butterfly to pollinate you. Would you chase after it and try and grab it? No, the butterfly would run away. You would open. You would open that flower bud, and relax. The bee is looking for you. There’s no reason to chase it. As an open flower, the butterfly is all about finding you. No problem. Total cooperation and harmony, if allowed. 

Happiness is your true nature, and you are not chasing it so much as it is pulling you in. The friendly pollinating butterfly is coming to you. The flower and the butterfly are one thing, one movement. There’s nothing to fight. Nothing coming towards anything. Nothing and nothing. Nothing happening, anywhere.

And the crazy thing is, the funny thing is, as adults we have learned to run away from happiness, in the process of trying to run to it.

“The winds of God’s grace are always blowing, it is for us to raise our sails.” ~ Sri Ramakrishna

So back to “what’s in it for me?”  What’s the point, if you can’t go into this journey and expect something in it for one’s personal life, or for someone – what’s the point if it shows you “I don’t exist” or there are no such things as separate entities, and I discover I’m not a body or a person? “That sounds like a major loss to me!” I can hear someone saying. Almost like a kind of death. Indeed, it is sometimes called or explained as an “ego death”. Sounds very dramatic, scary even… 

It sounds like there’s going to be this big explosion, like a mushroom cloud, a flash of light, and “Boom!” your self is gone, you light up like a Christmas tree and the top of your head blows off, and a big crater is left on the top of your head, and you’re left wandering the streets. Then you’ll go and just sit in a cave, because you don’t care anymore, you found your bliss, so you quit your job and left your family and wear a loincloth, sitting in a lotus posture with your eyes rolled back into your head… 
“How will I function!” without a self. 

Pretty funny huh.

It’s not quite like that.

Unfortunately spiritual teachers promote the idea of some big event happening, some dramatic opening. They will have a story about an experience. They may explain that it didn’t happen in time, that it was a timeless event (another paradox), yet in hearing this or reading it,  how can the mind not picture it as a something and a some-when for someone?

If we aren’t at peace or totally happy with our lives, naturally we think we want or need to change something or get something. Changes happen in time. Changes happen for objects, for people. Getting things, whether they are physical objects or relationships or ideas, or states of mind, happen in time and space.

Are you really giving up something worth holding onto, and are you really not gaining anything? What are “gain” and “loss”? It depends on your perspective. To put it in gross physical terms, if you had a cancerous growth on your face, you’d want to lose it (even if you loved it in the process, as some mind-body therapists might implore us), unless you were so dis-identified with the body at a late stage that you didn’t care, you would consider that loss a gain. Or, if you were given an opportunity to gain a million dollars (and you weren’t on your deathbed, where it wouldn’t matter), you’d consider it a gain. Psychologically, if we had old hurts, resentments, pain, anger, or any negative energies, you’d think we would want to give them up. That loss would be a gain, psychically speaking. But in fact we can find it very hard to let go, even when we believe we want to or are ready to. This is a strange quality of the human experience: that we can seem to want so badly to hold on to what seems to be painful and hurtful, such that we can’t let go.

“On the path you never give up anything, you just take on more and more of what you really want until you have the All.”
~ Lester Levenson, Keys to Ultimate Freedom

Have you ever tried to argue with a depressed person – in other words, discuss what they think their problems are, when you can see they are small problems or don’t exist now at all? They will fight you tooth and nail to hold on to what they see, what they believe.

Why is this? Because it is attached to who and what we think we are.

A bridge that may help you see the connection between the strange human perversity that enjoys suffering, that holds onto negativity from the past, that seems to want or need drama and conflict, and become addicted to things–behaviors or substances for example (that hurt us physically and socially)—is the repetitive nature of thought and identity.

Indeed, how can one have a fresh thought, a creative idea, a new outlook, or be present with a loved one or a beautiful scene in nature if the thought-machine is running you?

The point is, all beings want to be happy, because we have the seed in us of knowing who or what we really are, but that seed is revealed and grown in discovering we are not who we thought we were (as strange or as funny as that can sound). Or, another way of putting it is that self-realization is not what we thought it was. We were looking for something that was for us personally, or if we are a little more selfless (or trying to be, or think of ourselves as), that would benefit our family or group or nation or culture or humanity itself…

“What is politics? It’s a mechanism of force and control. In a society where everyone loves everyone do you need politics? If you want to help the world, help yourself grow, and you’ll do far more than you could by being involved in politics.”
~ Lester Levenson, Keys to Ultimate Freedom

…Or at least a better a state of mind. But our state of mind is constantly shifting. And people die, relationships end, children grow up, families fall apart, move away, dissipate, are forgotten; objects decay or are lost or broken or thrown away or sold. Species come and go – even the human species is undergoing change; and in any case, no one knows if Homo sapiens will survive, or if it does, in what form. Eventually the solar system will blow up when the sun does, or burn up when the sun expands into a red giant. Maybe humans will move out in to the stars, and be a different kind of species. No one knows. To a god this would all happen in the blink of an eye. Time is relative.

Why is it so important to see what changes and what doesn’t? Because it gives you a clue as to what’s illusory and what’s real. On the surface it may appear that a flickering, moving, waving candle flame is as real as it gets, for indeed if you put your finger in it, it will be very painful and burn your flesh. So from the Western scientific, materialist perspective, even something as ephemeral as a candle flame or the ionized invisible gas in a fluorescent light or in outer space, or the trace of a quark particle in the bubble chamber of a collider, is absolutely real and objective. It exists independently of your thought of it, your experience of it, or in fact anyone’s experience of it. The proverbial tree falling in a forest that no one hears, is getting yet another sounding here…

This may seem like esoteric philosophy, or something to argue in a chat forum on FaceBook or at a debate club at college, but in fact it bears fruit if you consider it closely: what is always present, regardless of circumstances or state of mind? What is always here? You are. Your presence, your awareness, your consciousness. The fact of your existence, your being-ness: it is the common factor in the entire span of your life. That which is aware, even in sleep, in dreams, or when in deep sleep, even if not remembered, even if the content of the awareness does not seem coherent, is your primordial awareness.

So who are you?

Are you your body, your names, your fears and desires? Are you what you are perceiving, or what is perceiving? If you assume it’s your brain, look again.

This question not only has implications for your mortality, it suggests a way to love and how to be happy.

Because this “happiness” of what we are (I put it in quotes because it’s not the “happiness” as normally thought of or advertised in the media, or assumed in most thinking and discussions) is not personal or human or a mental state – it’s not passing. It’s not passing like all things of the mind and body are, all normal experiences of daily and nightly life seem to come and go. Even thoughts come and go. People come and go. The body changes. There seem to be stable objects in our lives, like houses and cars and rocks and mountains and trees, but those are constantly appearing different and over time weather and change and die or dissolve or crumble or blow up or burn down or rust. So as solid permanent separate objects they exist only as a concept in our mind, and concepts too cannot be held but must be picked up again, repeated, or written down. But even when written down, what is written down will dissolve, not last. Even digital material must constantly be be transferred, repeated, re-written in new media. Ancient libraries lost many books to fires or natural processes.

Should we be sad about all this, be in despair, about the ephemeral nature of life and the world and ideas? If we look to the world, “All is vanity and a chasing after wind” as the famous quote from Ecclesiastes puts it, remarking on the vanity of human life.

But there is the experience of beauty, love, and truth, in the human experience. These are not in objects if we look: the beauty is not in nature, because if we look at the same object again, at another time or another state of mind, we don’t see it, or if another person looks they don’t see it or see it differently, and our experience of that beautiful mountain changes every time and every moment. But we continue to have experiences of beauty. Beauty is always available. Beauty is available even if we are not experiencing it at any given moment. It is there in potential, even if veiled by or in the present moment. What is it veiled by? That is a very important thing to discover.

We have experienced love, but it too seem to fluctuate, come and go, depending on the moment, the person, the object, the animal, the situation, the state of mind… But we all have had moments when the veil of appearances seemed to lift, and we felt something timeless. Then the mind came in and tried to claim it, and the experience of love vanished like the wind again. The mind tried to attach it to a person, or an object or a situation, or even a beautiful place. So we return to that person, object, situation or place, and it may be there, or may not – there does not seem to be anyway to possess, hold onto, guarantee, or control the love. No insurance policy will protect it. No arrangement will secure it forever or even tell us if we can trust it will be there the next day, or hour for that matter. Something could change. Loss happens. Loss may incur suffering and spur us to look deeper, or to seek solace in any number of ways: new relationships, drugs, business pursuits, nature, hobbies, projects… The new object may be God. But religion and God or based on something out there, or somewhere, maybe a different plane of existence, or a separate state or entity we are wanting to reach or be in harmony with, or a right set of beliefs. These too come and go, since they are projections of the mind, or made of thought.

We have seen some truth, but then questions come in. Whose truth is it, is it a relative truth: will it be different for someone else? How do I know for certain if it’s true, or what to believe, or who to believe? What’s real? These are questions philosophers worry about, and most of us don’t, or feel we can’t spend the time on them, or have the interest to go deep into them. We either rely on others for answers, or have some answers we hold, even if they are unconscious, that we think are good enough for us, at least for the moment, while we get on with living, enjoying and suffering, desiring and fearing. We all have a philosophy of living, at some level. These question are the the meaning or source of, and point to the truth of “The unexamined life is not worth living”, and “Know thyself” of Socrates (c. 470 – 399 BC) and the ancient Greeks.
Socrates also said “I know that all I know is that I do not know anything”: the original and most classic of skeptical statements, but also a statement pointing beyond the relative knowledge of the mind, and the humility inherent in wisdom. Another wise Greek, even earlier than Socrates, Parmenides (born c. 515 BC) contrasted “the way of opinion”, with regard to the world of appearances, in which one’s sensory faculties lead to conceptions which are false and deceitful” with that of permanent, immortal Truth: “Being is and non-being is not.”

I think it’s interesting that so many philosophers, teachers of wisdom, and sages through the ages have converged on the same truth expressed in different ways in different eras in different languages: Descartes’ “I think therefore I am”, which in the original Latin or French, and in the context of which it was made reads more like he is pointing to Consciousness and the pure fact of existing—that is, Being—rather than Thought, for he was pointing out how this present experience could all be a dream or a hallucination created by a demon (the modern version of this is that I could be a simulation in a computer somewhere, like in The Matrix). In which case, what do I know for certain? Simply that I exist, even if I do not know the ultimate nature of “I”. And to know that I exist, don’t I have to be conscious? I certainly have to be conscious to say it, or discuss it in an intelligent manner. No computer has or I believe will ever, discuss philosophy in any more than a surface, mechanical, repeated way.

The statement that “that which changes is an illusion and that which is eternal is real”, is more than a abstract or technical philosophical statement. It has enormous implications for what one values, for what one thinks is important in life, for where one places one’s energies and sets one’s priorities. The question of “how to live” is as old as mankind, and was what I was obsessed with after graduating with a philosophy degree (which was useless for telling me how to be happy, how to find love, or what to do with my life).

What is there to hold on to? Nothing. Only this. Only freedom. Only what’s real, which cannot be described.

Can one name the eternal?

The entries in this blog are an ongoing exploration into this eternal mystery, the formless and form-full reality we seem to inhabit. It’s looking squarely at the paradox of life: I both exist and do not exist!