Expanding Awareness- By William Samuel

"A Guide To Awareness And Tranquillity" By William Samuel

Dear Dr. Lee,

No, Awareness does not actually "expand." It only appears to, just as it sometimes appears to contract, wither, become narrow and limited with the years and struggle of the possessor.

The longer we misidentify as the accumulator of experience, the more layers of lack and limitation the misidentity has to contend with, and the more foolish fears it fancies and fights.

Modern psychiatry is busy digging under those layers in order to readjust some aspect of the misidentification's affairs. There is no question but what psychiatry is capable of making many changes in that one's experience, but it does nothing for the actual Identity that exists instead.

If present day psychiatry wants to render a real service, let it call attention to the pre-existing, perfect Being being this Awareness called "you" and "me." It goes without saying that the only "psychiatrist" who can do this with honesty is the one who has discovered it for himself and operates as the re-identification.

Sincerely,

THE ACCUMULATOR

Why identify as the gatherer of wisdom? Why consider oneself the collector of experience and memories? This is to look out at a universe through an ever grimier window; this is to bury the unencumbered brightness of youth; this is to forget the feel of earth underfoot, the crispness of morning air, the smell of green fields and the wonderment of distant sounds.

As we disassociate ourselves from the "accumulator" to recondition ourselves again as pure and simple Awareness, isn't it reasonable that we should be aware as we once were without the insulating blanket of age and debility?

Identifying oneself as an accumulator of flotsam and jetsam, it is only natural to experience taking aboard an ever-increasing load of stultifying anchors, chains, nuts and bolts until they sink the misidentification to the bottom.
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WE STOP PLAYING THE ROLE OF A DYING MAN

So long as one acts as the recipient of Life, then just that long he must take aboard the accumulations of a personal experience. This ever growing conglomeration of bunk is like the grime that darkens the attic window, ultimately shutting out the light. Is it any wonder age weighs so heavily on this stockpiler of experience? Is it any wonder he eventually bends and breaks under the weight of his accumulation? He never lets go anything, but tucks every tidbit into a corner marked "memory" or "experience" and has the effrontery to call it wisdom.

Am I suggesting that this process be reversed? No. It would be futile to reverse the old man's actions and still have him aboard to work more mischief.

What is required? The answer is simplicity itself: RE- IDENTIFICATION, simple, unadorned and effortless re-identification. All that is ever "necessary" is to reconsider oneself from the enlightened standpoint of unpossessed Awareness itself, not as an ego, attempting to stuff itself into a pulpy, aging body and then have images do all sorts of tricks tor it.

This is not the endless task of reversing the old man's "effects," dropping his burdens one by one, as religion teaches. This is not to wash clean the window of perception. (Yet, re-identification surely appears to render these results.) This is to end the agony, by identifying as the sunshine, not as the attic window through which it shone dimly. This annuls the relentless march of time's accumulation. The sunshine is not concerned with a silly spook who was never real.

So, reader, stop being a rag collector, a junk man, an accumulator of flotsam and jetsam. Stop considering yourself as one who goes through life amassing as much experience as possible. Stop pigeon-holing memories. Stop your incessant planning of what to do in order that tomorrow's events will be more to your liking.

"But what will happen to my affairs if I make no plans?" asks the business man. "Re-identification does not allow for the terrible things that will happen when 'the human experience' is let go," he says.

"What about my school work?" asks the student.

"Or my home and family?" wonders the mother.

Re-identification is like switching primary attention from the shadows on the television screen to the complete and beautifully functioning television set itself, the basis for all the images in the first place. Activity among the spots on the screen does not go to pot when we concern ourselves with the television set. We do not lose our footing when we lift our view from the moonlight shadows along the walkway to behold the majesty of the heavens. Re-identification is living the Identity that is the fact anyway.

There is little we can say to the business man, the student or the mother that will convince them of this. There is but to do this ourselves; to show forth the happiness that "results," and then speak as best we can to those who ask about it. In effect, that is what this book is - a statement concerning things it has been my good pleasure to find; what I have seen and heard and done that you may also discover if you choose to. Our words mean nothing to those who have not grown weary of beachcombing or of the great pile of junk they carry along with them.

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