Who are we and where are we going when breath is becoming air

(A story of a no-mind space )

I’m quite fascinated by the essence of Bardo the ‘famous gap’ between death, rebirth and more.. the eternal rhythm of the bar.. and do.. and how heart opening, freeing and fun this work can be of understanding the dying process. A meditative work of awareness, curiosity, a no-mind practice! When heaven and hell are just in the now as an ability to learn from.

Life, an island of mysterious light, seems like a Lama calling from afar which is my recent experience of the Tibetan chanting of depth and epiphanies, a trusted sacred healing space.

When lama’s deeply resonating and illuminating voice calls you In and you despite of whatever fear, pain or control arising in the physical body.. recognise and allow the loving presence of it to come in, like a walk through the forest of the unknown yet known submissions, a sort of inner freedom.

There’s no escape in the now, and we think we can escape all.. hence how can we lessen the intensity of our gripping minds chatter and negative biases and flow into equanimity?

When we practice not to fight back any impulse, nuance or a reaction occurring, by developing a nerve or a suitable practice to sit with the darkness of it. Even if it is massively irritating or deeply unpleasant, our shadow needs our attention and light.

Yet by listening to the voice of a kind teacher we can trance walk ourselves into life’s mysteries. A practice of dying before dying.. living life to the fullest.

Death, dying, birthing or rebirthing is all pure consciousness in one vessel of spacious non-dual emptiness. A limitless cradle of life or if this living is a dream energy and passing through it is a much realized sense of wholeness. Where we keep walking through the doors of luminous entities (our mental energies) learning from their wrath or loving awareness. We in a way suffer less.

Allowing that bardo secret to unfold is a kind of a gentle wakefulness within. A way of realizing the sanity or friendliness of our insanely attached minds needing some sort of validation, an egocentric prophecy-oriented psyche. Our mind keeps actioning into non stop doing, a course of constant fatigue.

Those held, dark chambers of desires, longings and fears where most of our learning happens through cultivating awareness, creativity and curiosity.

When we tell our stories of grappling and attachments, the wanted outcomes and destinations we are already in a human bardo. How can we lovingly work through it and accept ourselves in totality as who we are and we can understand where we are heading?

When we finally at any stage of life especially pre-death work, which starts 9 months prior to the actual death.. a time of potent pregnancy of meeting ourselves differently by inviting our neuroses or patterns, to reveal itself safely.. after lineages of constant battling, repressing rather de-pressing our life experiences. And when we can’t take the stress of it anymore, as shit has to rise through the canals of wakefulness especially in those final 9 months, a sort of inner regeneration occurs. I find the shit rising as a great metaphor here a funnily.. weird, dark matter that can’t be avoided. A space of utmost absence, ignorance and negligence... forcing itself to come out to make peace with whatever is happening in the bardo of the moment as pure consciousness... Human bardo is interesting & how we can lose our grounding in our last moments, when our breath lingers until relaxed, realized or deeply held so that we are heard and held.

With enough loving compassion toward ourselves it’s a whole lot of holy training. We can talk about it, if you like?

A space of wide emptiness and wonder, where I am not scared of anything yet In this life of experiencing bardo in the moment it is such a beautiful blissful feeling. If I can only go into non-grasping of it!! working through dissolving or reframing my mental states. A no mind space where all ceases.