“There’s the story of the disciple who went to the master and said, “Could you give me a word of wisdom? Could you tell me something that would guide me through my days?” It was the master’s day of silence, so he picked up a pad. It said, “Awareness.” When the disciple saw it, he said, “This is too brief. Can you expand on it a bit?” So the master took back the pad and wrote, “Awareness, awareness, awareness.” The disciple said, “Yes, but what does it mean?” The master took back the pad and wrote, “Awareness, awareness, awareness means — awareness.”
That’s what it is to watch yourself. No one can show you how to do it, because he would be giving you a technique, he would be programming you. But watch yourself. When you talk to someone, are you aware of it or are you simply identifying with it? When you got angry with somebody, were you aware that you were angry or were you simply identifying with your anger? Later, when you had the time, did you study your experience and attempt to understand it? Where did it come from? What brought it on? I don’t know of any other way to awareness. You only change what you understand. What you do not understand and are not aware of, you repress. You don’t change. But when you understand it, it changes.” ~ Anthony DeMello
Thanks for these not so subtle but still graceful reminders to be aware. You’ve made me tip my head to the side differently, just from this post and the previous one commanding me (in such a strong but soft way) to watch.
Not watch out. Watch for. Watch with, too, maybe? merci. (and glad to see you writing again)
Watch, with. I like that. Thanks MD. I’m trying out moving the sort of things I post on Facebook, here. Some of them anyway. Will it stick? Time, will tell. Is it time to stretch? I hope so. Safe travels.