Acting As Love
The knowing that we exist is an instantaneous, direct knowing of the reality of our being. That I am is known for certain. If anyone were to doubt they exist, we could ask them, who is doubting? The only answer possible is "I do", which means that they must be aware of the experience of doubt, and they must be the one who transcends this experience to be aware of it. The subjective personal pronoun "I" always points to this transcendent reality that is aware of its existence. This direct knowing of existence is of something, not nothing, though this something cannot be known as an object; in other words, it is a "no thing". Nevertheless, it can be known qualitatively as distinct from sensational experiences. As we examine the experience of reality directly known and see its unlimited, timeless and spaceless nature, we can open to the possibility that we are touching the Universal source of everything, and that is what we are.
The knowing of what exists is metaphorical. Before and after the experience of metaphorical knowing, for instance, of thought, the objective experience is non-existent. Still, as we have ascertained directly, there is no non-existence, for there is always conscious existence and not nothing, so this thought must have come from and returned to the same consciousness reality we know of directly that is present irrespective of objective experiences. Before something appears, there is consciousness, and when it disappears, there is consciousness. Something doesn't come and disappear into nothing. So, what appears in consciousness must be made of consciousness. Consciousness is always present; even when an object arises, it is consciousness. So, though it may seem there is a conscious subject and an object that it is aware of, all there really is one consciousness knowing itself.
To feel the truth of the oneness of subject and object is to experience the moment's perfection. To drop out of the metaphorical story of the world in our head and into the heart of the direct divine self-illuminating spark of existing itself from which all experiences flow. As we glimpse this sacred, beautiful perfection of this moment, we feel the perfume of universal love and can rest as that. As it were, we have come up for air and are suddenly free of the endless, exhausting, fearful search for perfection in the world as we realise the profoundly peaceful perfection of our very existence. Here, we are crystal clear the sensations and thoughts are not us but arising in us. Here, our intelligence appears as clear outward thoughts from peace, not self-denigrating thoughts from fear. We can act if we wish on what arises. We have space. We can enthusiastically discern what activity is full of light. We might entice ourselves to do in the infinite expanse of our natural being, not the pressured confined corners of our anxious mind, and such thoughts always seem to be thoughts of outward construction and celebration, not inward destruction and misery.
