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Nothing Happening

by

Lisa Lennon

Lisa Lennon, April, 2018

All rights reserved

Written by Lisa Lennon

Cover illustration by Lisa Lennon

Edited by Julie Rumbarger


Every single little nuance in this appearance cannot be any other way. It is absolutely complete. How can it be a mistake? Any so-called mistake would be a story appearing in this.

~

And suddenly, it's like, Oh yeah, of course!

~

It's funny, it's ironic, that all this time I thought Id been searching for freedom and the irony was, there was never anyone searching and there was never freedom for anyone. It was always here already, overlooked by looking.

Story

R ecently, I was asked to do an interview and told that I would be questioned to talk about myself so the people could relate to my story. The only problem with that is that it isnt true. If anybody wants to relate to this non-duality speaker, you're best off talking about things like UFOs, science fiction or pyramids. What the seeker is actually looking to hear is, She suffered, and I'm suffering, but she got there so there is a possibility of me getting there too. But, this is not true. Nobody got anywhere. The story of Lisa is utterly irrelevant to freedom. There is only freedom and freedom isn't for anyone, it's for its own sake--it just is, what is.
Non-duality cannot be related to the speaker, it's just not possible. There's nothing in this speaker that has anything that any other human has or doesn't have. There's nothing that can be gotten and this is the beauty of this subject, it's the beauty of speaking about it because it's not coming from somebody. The apparent you who's seeking and looking is not the one that will find anything. It's the end of that one.
There's not somebody here that knows about non-duality or is in a nondual state. There are changes to the character--there is a relaxing, the neurotic thought patterns leave, a sense of time goes. What will be revealed is that the sense of me, the sense of the seeker was also the freedom appearing.
Anything I say about the story of Lisa, about how she suffered as a child or how she became a seeker and did all of these things, (all of which she was an utter failure at) in the end, none of it was of any use whatsoever because it was always, already, freedom appearing as that.
In terms of non-duality, which is what this book is about, anything I say about the story of Lisa is just not true. In a sense, it's wonderful that it's not true because then there's nothing to find is there? There's nothing to find because what is being looked for already is. That is the most amazing irony.
Whether or not the people can relate to the non dual speaker is not the point. A biography wouldn't be true and there wouldn't be any integrity in it. It's not important, it's not relevant to the message.
Really, in this subject, nothing can be said about the speaker. I think that what is wanted from the speaker is her journey to this point as if there was a beginning, a middle and an end.
But, heres the thing: nothing ended and nothing started. This, if you want to give it a word is the realization, this is the discovery. It's nothing to do with me. I wont realize it because that one is actually the hindrance to the discovery.
There wasn't ever anywhere to get, and that's because all there is, is this. All there is, is what is. Sitting, standing or lying down, the wall, the ceiling, the view out of the window, the feel of the body, thoughts, sensations, colours, noises--everything, you name it; this, is what is being looked for.
It can't be found by the one in the story because the one in the story is in perpetual motion and it lives in its illusion or delusion of time. That one never finds it. There isn't anyone, that one is a mistake, it's a mistaken identity. It's a misunderstanding that's given itself the identity of me, living in this body, my body, my life.
What is important is the wonder, the freedom, that's what's important. That's what is. This, is what has been looked for. This, here. Whatever it's appearing as. Even if it's appearing as the most annoying, irritating and even painful experience--that is it.
Everything is it. It's one vast wonderful symphony of life. It's playing every single note, whatever that note is--whether it's a beautiful sunset or a really annoying partner or parent. It doesn't matter what note is playing, it's the same note. It's the same beautiful symphony.
The story of Lisa is a snore. We've all heard it before; we've heard all the stories of the seekers. It's the same story, everyone's got the same story.
Closer
There's something wrong, I'm not free, I have to find freedom.
N othing has ever moved. From the very first time that the seeking started, for whatever reason, whether it was an insight or realization, a feeling of not having enough--this isn't true! From that very first moment of seeking, nothing has ever moved.
Nothing has ever gotten closer to what is. All of this apparent traveling through time and seeking and getting closer or further away, that is an illusion of time, of getting somewhere. Really, when you look at it, it hasn't moved from that very first point of seeking, it's actually never moved at all.
Nothing has changed, nothing has moved. All that has changed are the appearances. The room, the body, the colours or whatever, they constantly change, but they're not moving forward. They are not moving into the next moment. It's so wonderfully beyond that illusory movement into the next moment.
It's the mystery--this, is life. It's beyond death, it's beyond life. It's beyond this thing called enlightenment. Enlightenment doesn't mean anything-- it's totally beyond that.
Enlightenment would be only another appearance.
None of it's true.
It's wonderful.

The Shift

T here is a seeming shift that happens when a contraction that believes itself to be a somebody, drops away. Everything that I am going to say about it is going to sound contradictory because when speaking in the story happens, the contradiction is that it never happened.

There appears to be a moment when the feeling of being a someone seems to drop. This is not an intellectual happening, it's like a release from the prison of going from a contracted sense of being a me to it being seen that it's always, this.

There seems to be a period or process of leading up to that time that can be really, really painful for the me. What happens is there can suddenly be just what is, (this vast nothing) and then the feeling of losing it and becoming contracted again seems to happen.

What seems to happen is, when the contracted sense of self comes back, there's then a looking for this again. What's seen is that sense of having to look for it again was only what was happening in this; it's just a happening. It can be so energetically strong yet it can't be looked for because it is no thing .

Nothing here knows that. Nothing here knows that there was a me that died. It's an apparent collapse of a feeling of being somebody. It's like having a hood on, and it's taken off. Sometimes experiences can go with that. Here, there was a very strong experience that I didn't know if I was actually alive. I thought I was in some sort of dead limbo land. It was very strong. I'm calling it energetic because it's not like an understanding, it's not understood because there isn't anything to understand. There is no me that knows it's dropped. There is no me that knows it's died. There isn't anything here that can know that it's died. It's simply a shift from the feeling of being me to what is. Just this. It's here before there is any knowing of it. Knowing, is just a happening.

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