Vachon Imagined

When you look at anyone, you do not see them clearly while you are thinking about them.

You are sending your own consciousness onto another person. In this sense, seeing a person is not so different from seeing a ball or any other object and calling it a ball.

Fine. It’s a ball.

The trouble begins when we tell a story about the ball.

This ball is good.

This ball is evil.

This ball belongs here.

This ball does not.

Human beings are constantly doing this with one another, forgetting that whatever we call evil is often a part of our own consciousness we are unwilling to face. We project it outward and then fear what we have created.

We mistake the image for the thing itself.

Creation does not belong entirely to this world. It emerges from somewhere deeper, enters form, and returns again. Thought becomes experience. Experience becomes identity. Identity becomes a world.

Yet if you take your attention off the object and place it back into your own body, something remarkable happens.

You begin to see life before it becomes a thing.

You can feel anger before it becomes anger.

You can sense kindness before it becomes kindness.

You can witness movement before it becomes a name.

You can see it.

And before the ego rushes in to declare, “I am a seer,” let that go too.

The moment you name something and cling to the name, you become stuck there.

This is not only a problem of identity. It is a problem of naming.

Name a thing long enough and eventually you stop seeing it.

Sometimes a name can help you release what you are holding. Other times it becomes another object to possess.

The wisdom is knowing the difference.

And you do not need to explain this to anyone.

In fact, it is often better not to.

The moment an experience is spoken, it becomes vulnerable to interpretation. Those who are not present may distort it, defend against it, or use it to strengthen their own identities.

Some things are best handled in silence.

Best handled before they become objects.

Best handled while they are still alive within awareness itself.

Before the mind reaches for a name.