I’ve been blessed over the years with many realizations that what I used to think, I no long think. In small matters of “data” I realize I was mistaken. In large matters of “belief” I no longer believe. Clutching my treasure map of reality, one day the wind rips it from my grasp. I chase it, and finally catch it lying on its other side, only to discover an entirely different and perfectly valid reality map on the reverse. Sometimes that’s a long and painful process. Sometimes it is instantaneous and liberating.
We experience different kinds of seeing. That which comes from painstaking thought is entirely different from that sudden illumination of knowing. One is a map subject to debate. The other is the compass within. In my experience those long, painful changes in seeing are invariably related to the reality maps of my own creation. The instantaneous knowing is invariably joyous. In my day-to-day life it’s the choice between noisy self and still Self.