A Basket of Letters from the Field

Here is a sampling of recent notes:

I just wanted to thank you for the link to the letter and the Satsang.

Not being able to “wake that unit up” doesn’t have to be a disappointment. On my side, it’s a relief. It’s a relief because I don’t have to confuse who I am with the unit anymore. And so I can be at peace.

I woke up in a bleeding and extremely painful situation, sure I would die, and afterward I lived in total confusion. I can tell that you (I mean everyone) DO NOT want an “awake unit”. Why? Because it’s A LOT MORE ego, a lot more delusion. I didn’t have any knowledge nor religious background when this happened, no material to understand anything, and I can say that you do NOT want this to happen – awakeness believing it’s a character and that the character IS awakeness (!!!!).

I started believing “I am what I saw and I know I’m safe so I can do whatever.” Nothing really bad happened, but it was A LOT of ego. It can SEEM like you want an awake unit that would be less noisy, less this, less that (what a liberation!! Lol). So, yep, best advice in the world, let the unit be where it is. It doesn’t have to be disappointing, It’s much better. If awakeness wants to find its silence in noise, its peace in the world, its eternity in a body, it will keep looking for a very long time – and that’s A LOT of ego and confusion.

It’s just as if when I woke up in this situation, I found the most magnificent forest, wonderful trees, wonderful everything in it, and I realized this was me (it’s also nothing at all, which just blows the mind), and straight away there was that little egoic human entity saying, “Great. I’m going to cut all this nice old wood and bring it home to build my own furniture.” Ahah!!! But this doesn’t work. We’re so used of using and exploiting everything we find that when we discover who we are, the first thing the mind can think is, “Let’s exploit that for me, let’s make it mine and see how it can serve me.” And so it disappears. Then stupefaction. “I’m not awake.” Well, of course, awakeness!

Thanks a lot for what you’re doing, Fred and Betsy!! 

First off, thank you for all your work and all your dedication to helping people from all over wake up to the truth. I just wanted to share with you what it was that triggered my understanding of the truth. I was watching a video of a Swami who gave the analogy of a wave in the ocean. (and you may have already heard this, but THIS is what did it for me).

You are told that you are one with all the waves in the ocean and even that you are the ocean. But you look all around and all you can see is all the other waves: some in front of you, some in back of you, some are bigger, some are smaller, some have crests…yada, yada, yada. How could I be one with all these different waves? And how could I be one with a part of the ocean I can’t even see?

Then one day you are told, “You are not just a wave, you are not just the ocean. What you are is WATER!!!  That changes everything, because now you are so much more than just the wave or the ocean. You are rain and snow and fog as well as a wave and the ocean. You are all of it because you are WATER. Wow…wow, wow, wow.  Have a great day!!

Hi Fred,

This recent YouTube broadcast from this beautiful mystery-of-not-knowing that emanated from your unit was simply stunning. A sense of being not for the character is probably the closest one can get to a description and yet it’s not that either. An endless depth of beauty of not knowing ♥️

~David

Why the World’s Oldest Pointer Doesn’t Work

Feeling so blessed to have access to the words that pour out of the form named Fred!!!

Lots of Love,

~Melanie

~Lior

Dear Lior!

Here is the key to all the suffering. Write it down and refer to it whenever you notice suffering kicking in: “I am Awakeness believing I am a Lior.”

(And I’m very pleased to have you with us!)

♥f

Hi Fred,

Thanks as ever for another great session yesterday.

Below is a poem I wrote recently. It ain’t great poetry, but it’s not terrible either and does at least convey what I wanted to convey, which relates to some of what came up in the session:

Fireworks flash.

Rainbow colours bang.

How I long to see this sight with pure eyes, untainted by the chatter of my so-called private thoughts.

Rainbow colours bang.

But wait – these pure eyes already see these rainbow colours and this rainbow thinking for what it is, and all is as it is and nothing more.

The rain comes down upon these glassed eyes.

I reach for cloth to wipe the wet away from the spectacles before me.

And I see that if a glass is seen it can be cleaned, but that the eyes that see this glass have been forever clear.

Fireworks flash.

Best,

~Gavin Sneddon