I Am. I. I. I. I. I.

[Ariel]

Last night I was wondering what the "I" was I was referring to when using the word "I."

So I would sit and say "I" and it sounded like a completely foreign word. It had no meaning at all. There is nothing being pointed to. It's like trying to point to nothing. You can't do it...

Thoughts, my body, any sense of self, even the world.. none of these things have any existence outside of imagination. Who is imagining this amazing world full of all these beings? I felt the inspiration to meditate before bed and so I did.

Today when driving, the phrase "I am" popped into mind and suddenly there was an profound revelation of the immensity of the word "I."

What I points to is God itself, the infinite totality of both all of existence as well as non-existence. I am God Manifest and the Godhead Unmanifest. I am all that is and all that is not, but I am not two. I am. I.

Just saying the word "I" over and over and over in my head was an incredible experience, like repeatedly kissing and being kissed by God himself.

I'ness, being the true I... hoooooly cow!

[pomlover]

Sweet!

Lucky you. When I think of "I", I equate it with a discrete little me. I'd love to connect "I" with all that is, but when I try to do it, I feel like I'm fooling myself.