Beyond the mind
- Jan Kersschot -

Jan Kersschot is a natural doctor in Belgium and author of the book written by himself in English 'Coming Home', published by Inspiration editions in Belgium; about 320 delightful pages about Our Favorite Subject with at the back interviews with Tony parsons, Douglas Harding, Mira Pagal, Nathan Gill, Chuck Hillig, Wayne Liquorman and Francis Lucille, also about Our Favorite Subject. (ISBN 90-802503-4-1).
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A sudden perception
that Subject and object are one
will lead you to a deeply mysterious
wordless understanding.
You will awaken to the truth of Zen.

When we wake up in the morning, there is this magical moment when we are awake without realizing yet who or what we are. When we just relax into observing the environment, we let the world come in without reaching out with our eyes to focus on any object or any point in the visual field. We may say that the eyes are focused on nothing in particular; we just let ourselves become aware of the entire visual field, giving no part of it any more importance than any other part. Before our mind starts to interfere with what we perceive, we are inextricably connected to our environment, be it the walls of our bedroom or the face of our lover.

There are moments in our life when we realize that some concepts we took for real are not so certain and obvious at all. There were many such moments especially in our childhood, when we were totally absorbed in what was happening. These borderline moments are those times, for instance, when we are carefree, sitting in the sun, just like that. We are without thought, completely absorbed by our environment: the grass, the trees, the wind, our arms, our legs, it is all connected, it is all one field of awareness. These are experiences we have at the edge of our thinking and feeling capacities.

Even as grown-ups, we may have similar moments of being absorbed, moments of blind faith in what is going on: for example when we stare into an open fire, when we are hypnotized on the beach by the sounds and colors of the surf. When we devote ourselves completely to a game, when we admire a sunset, or when playing a musical instrument, we can truly lose ourselves. Afterwards, when we reflect on the moment, we say, 'Oh, I wasn't with it' or 'I just wasn't there.' Without realizing it at that moment, we were absorbed in an endless space where everything seemed to happen without effort. Our thinking process slowed down and we limited ourselves to a bland observing, a watching without judging.

What is more important here is that we have to confess that each time we were really happy, truly fulfilled, there was no thinking process going on. There is just 'what is.' The thinking mind only pops up afterwards. When there is no thinking process going on, there is no hope and no fear, no complaining, no desire and no guilt. Or in other words, there is no 'me.' Isn't that amazing, to see that each time there is real happiness, that there is in fact nobody there? No separation, no self-image, just pure joy. There is only pure 'Is-ness' which is not disturbed by any concept or thought about our little me.

When we realize the importance of penetrating behind our continuous stream of mental images, when we rediscover the Awareness in which this world is appearing, we can encounter life more consciously and directly. Just letting the speed of our mental train slow down, we discover a new dimension; for example, we put into perspective our continuous craving for ever new sensations. During such moments, life goes on by itself. We do not expect anything, we do not have to put labels on anything and inside, peace reigns.

This is a preview of what it must be like to be in contact with our Essence, to come Home. All the daily worries that keep us going are moved to the Background. And the Background itself is moved to the fore. When going beyond the turbulence of our internal dialogue, when going beyond the habit of identifying with our personality, we may get connected with the infinite. This is often combined with a purity and openness we have not known since our early youth.

[Jan Kersschot]