Things are so arranged that human thought will pretend to take seriously the idea that distant planets or alien spirits are responsible for the routine inconsistency of his non-physical existence, rather than simply look at itself as the incontrovertible field upon which this forever fragmented game is played.
A man seems to be many because the thoughts that constitute what everyone accepts as being the “man” are many. Many and never ending, many and sometimes disconnected; many and sometimes not, many and some favored by the brain facilitating them, many and some denounced by same. A normal man seems to be many, for a normal man is nothing but his thoughts, and the thoughts are many; many now – many always. The desire to alter your state of consciousness to wake up is the longing to be one in your head, rather than the normal many. Trying forever to change or improve one of the many, as a means of achieving this, is futile and must be ultimately realized as such.
A person struggling to “achieve enlightenment” is not in truth trying to enlighten something in him now, (one of his many selves, or I’s), but is unwittingly wanting to create a real one – a real you for a change; a one-you that is not part of the many, does not come from the ranks of many. It will not be a remodeled, repaired or redeemed thought-you.
From the old population of the many, it will be a new one-of-you in your consciousness. Being truly new, it will not be, by definition, any thought you have ever had before in your life. So at the least, there you have a quite definite hint: be your own solitary musketeer, “All for all, and one for one.”
J.