Parasamgate

First, imagine a dark space of indefinite dimensions, a kind of room with no walls, ceiling, or floor. Time as you normally experience it ceases to exist here. Imagine that there is nothing before this moment, and nothing following it. There is nothing to follow, there is only this immediacy of impersonal awareness. If history never happened, what is it to you in this timeless state? If you had previously thought of yourself as this or that, all of it is moot now. The human identity has faded like a brief daydream, and there are no references now to frame, nor any frame to reference.

Then imagine a candle light illuminating the darkness. It is shining in every direction. Whatever is and was, whatever will be, all is fuel for this steady flame. Imagine now the flame expanding, to the point of becoming somehow self-aware. Awareness awakens to its own self-nature. You recognize the flame as your own radiance. You are the light, the light of awareness. Whatever appears is a projection of your own light. It is your own display. There is nothing outside of you, nothing inside. There is no locality or matrix of perception, only this luminous self-realization of your own empty nature.

Now imagine the flame itself is extinguished. However, there is no mere void remaining where the self/Self-story ends. Whatever persists is beyond all identities and their qualities, even those of love, bliss, wisdom, joy or peace, though inclusive of all of them. It is beyond any words or concepts, beyond beliefs or any human intellectual or emotional comprehension. Imagine traveling to the horizon, and then beyond it, and then beyond the beyond. Rather than a point of light in the vastness, there is now only luminosity. By going beyond the beyond, paradoxically, you’ve gone nowhere. All obscurations, all veils that you yourself have woven around the infinite, dissolve into the motionless ocean of pre-thought. Though there is no departure or arrival, Welcome Home!