Who writes your blogs?

How many of you REALLY think you're a Self?   You know, a self, as in a person. 

Someone with predictable thoughts and characteristics and behaviors and opinions.  

Yep, I see a few hands raising wildly.  Thank goodness.  At least some of us are still more or less certain that we're selves.  But others of us look not-so-sure.  The meditator types are really frowning, aren't we?  And some of us are grumbling among ourselves because we know we're not selves, but the selves then sometimes seem to hijack us...and during those hijacking incidences...well we really don't know WHAT we are.  

Ahem.  Back to the Main Point.  

OK.  Some of us think we are a Self and some of us are pretty sure there's nothing inside.  You look, you look, you look.  What do you see?  NOTHING.  "Who am I?" you ask.  And everything has a "second" as Adyashanti says.  If you are aware of yourself thinking you are something...then awareness is the "first".  It always goes back to awareness.  

You are awareness.  WE are awareness.  That's it.  A field of awareness intersecting with itself.  

And in that nothingness is all the aliveness and zing and life and Everything of the universe.  It's not a dead nothing.  It's an alive nothing. 

I have surrendered to that alive nothing, and therefore I can write those words to you.  (ha ha, did any of you "get" that last sentence?  Who the heck said that?  Who the heck surrendered?  Who the heck wrote these words?  Don't you see...no one can say that.  Ever.  No one surrenders.  No one gets enlightened.  There's no "I" to do that in the first place!)  

Any one of you non-existent selves convinced yet?  A few more hands?   

OK, smart guy in the front row, what are you shouting about?  Who makes decisions, you say?  Who makes choices?   

Well the answer is obvious.  Awareness is all there is.  Awareness is choosing.  Awareness is running the show, saying what it wants to say, what it wants to do.   

It's like this.  Awareness is playing tennis.  The ball is in your court, and then the ball bounces to the other side.  We call that duality.  Just depends what side of the court the tennis ball decides to bounce.  Simple, yes?  Simply be the tennis ball wherever it lands.  

That's who you are.  The tennis ball.  The surrendered tennis ball, swatted by the racket of God.  (oops, sorry, didn't mean to interject the word "God".  God meant to write "awareness".  But blame it on Kathy if you don't like either other option.)  

So who writes these blogs?  It certainly isn't ME.  I am clear about that.  I may not be clear about 6 billion other things (excuse me, Awareness may not be clear about 6 billion other things) but I am clear that I am not the author of these blogs.  Do not write these words.  Do not believe or not believe anything you may may see.   

So who writes these blogs?  Who writes your blog?  Do you think YOU do?  Let's vote. Show of hands!   Who writes your blog?  

Let's count.  

It looks like the final tally is this:  Twenty of you think you write your blog, sixteen and a half are certain that you don't, and two people are opting for preferences-as-people writing the blog.  (I kinda like that view!)  One person says the dog writes it and another person thinks it's a committee of internal energies.  (Hey, like that one, too!)   That lady in the back row thinks the computer writes it.  And somebody over there thinks it's a conspiracy theory and the big wigs at Gaia actually write all the blogs and really there are NO people here at Gaia at ALL.  We're all illusions.  

Whatever you think, whoever you think is writing these blogs (let's not even get into who is READING them...good lord...please, sir, let's not go there right now.  Let's just stay with writing.)  

Thank you very much for stopping by today.  I can see that thirteen of you are sick of metaphysical discussions altogether and simply want to eat lunch.  Please come again!  All of you who don't exist!