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Bijeenkomst met Rosemarijn Roes

25 maart

Amsterdam

€ 35.00

Rosemarijn Roes

25 maart 2018

Zondag

14:00 - 18:00

€ 35.00

Contact

website rroes@live.nl

0630295654

Door open from 13.45

The meeting is in English and Dutch

THERE IS NO ME...
In this inter-active meeting, there is a lot of space for questions.

In the story you could say, that with a little child, when the brains are capable, it sees the mother outside himself. A contraction of the body appears. Suddenly there seems to be an inner world and a outer world. You feel locked inside your skin and it seems very obvious that you are an individual. The feeling of separation is as if you are thrown out of paradise.
You can only think in cause and effect, so there seems to be gone wrong something. Or you did something wrong, or people around you, did. The conviction that there is a me, is not only an idea, it is energetic hold in the body, just like the drive to make it right.
The strange thing is, that when there is a me, you can only think in good and bad. Everything is about comparing. It feels often that something is missing, that something is putting on the brakes. It seems obvious that improvement is necessary.

When the "I" falls away, it is clear that nothing had fallen away. You could say nothing changes and everything falls apart(paradox).
Suddely, there is only being, what of course always was...Free will and free choice are seen as apparant free will and apparant free choice. Wanting to feel better or to change dissapears. Freedom is within what is, and is already complete
How can you say this, this is beyond everything you can know.
Suddenly it is clear that nothing is solid. It is there and it is not. Everything appears to be there.This can't be understood. Knowing is pointless.
It is clear that there is no world. The apparant world seems smaller, nothing is outside. There is only an appearance of a coach, talking, the street. So litterally, so exactly what it is, without story, explaining or direction
Everything is life, whatever form it takes. Impulses appear and there is nothing what changes it, or looks at it. It is complete in itself, whatever it is.
Nothing is needed. This has nothing to do with spirituality. This is it, this is it, just simple and direct.
Everything is so normal...
There are no words for this. It is little and subtle and it is so.... waauw .
It is empty and yet it is full. There is no awareness and yet this is life going full on, intense, no escape at all.
For the me this seems impossible.

What a beauty, what an adequate and incomprehensible miracle.