Vachon Imagined

When someone rejects you, what is often being rejected is an experience that has arisen within awareness.

Suppose someone says,

“You are controlling.”

In that instant, an experience has entered awareness.

It has been felt.

It has been named.

And almost immediately, it is attached to an object.

“You.”

But controlling is first an experience before it becomes an identity.

It is a movement within awareness before it is ever a permanent characteristic of a person.

The mind, however, rarely stops there.

It quickly divides.

“I’m not controlling.”

“She’s controlling.”

“No, he’s controlling.”

The experience becomes a verdict.

The movement becomes fixed.

And once awareness has been reduced to an object, the object begins to carry the entire weight of the experience.

This is how suffering becomes personal.

Not because awareness has deceived us,

but because we have mistaken movement for permanence.

Nothing loosens this fixation except a disciplined mind.

Not a mind that suppresses thought,

but one that remains aware without clinging to what awareness reveals.

Awareness is always moving.

It was never meant to become possession.

It was never meant to become identity.

We are the ones walking through the movement.

The movement is not walking through us.

This is why forgiveness is less about effort than it is about seeing.

Less about trying than remembering.

It has very little to do with forcing the mind to let go.

It has everything to do with returning awareness to awareness itself.

To God.

To Spirit.

To Life.

To the great I AM that precedes every description of who we think we are.

When awareness rests in its own source, what was fixed begins to soften.

What seemed permanent begins to move again.

The story loses its authority.

The object releases its burden.

And you discover that you were never merely naming awareness.

You were awareness all along.

Life itself,

walking through a field of forms,

a field of dreams,

a field of awareness.