Attachment.

We humans are attached to our form. To our body, our name, our story. We do everything to protect that form. We train it, decorate it, defend it. Sometimes even at the expense of others.

For some it seems that nothing else exists but this personality; for others it is more subtle…

It is good to ask questions. That curiosity keeps you in movement, makes you want to grow, to learn, or what I personally prefer to call: “to recognize.” Recognition… is a step toward remembering.

I don’t know why, but this morning I asked myself this question: Could it be possible that attachment participates in an experiment within Consciousness?

I want to share with you shat I was thinking:

Let’s depart from Consciousness itself: Consciousness is the foundation,….not the brain producing Consciousness, but Consciousness making form possible.

If this is so, then something remarkable happens..: the formless begins to experience itself through form…through contour…through limitation…through an “I”, and in order to give that “existence,” time must be connected to it… forms in time….

(Before I continue……please understand that I am exploring possibilities, not presenting facts. These are thoughts that arise in wonder, not truths I claim to know.)

….forms in time. And that “I” does not know that it is merely a focal point within an infinite field.

And here attachment becomes very useful…..the “I” attaches itself to its form.

Attachment to form is not sinful, it is an intense game, it is complete identification with the role.

(I hope this sounds like a possibility to you… hold this idea of attachment gently within yourself.)

If form seems to be everything, then death is frightening. Death appears to be the end of all meaning you have.

Perhaps that is why it was wise that humanity invented a Heaven.

When someone has suffered greatly, we say: “She is now in Heaven. She has earned it.” That can give deep comfort.

Not because it is an exact description of what happens, but because it softens the fear of loss. It gives the attached human being a bridge.

But what if we look one step further?

Suppose death is not a relocation. Suppose it is a ‘dissolving’. Like a wave falling back into the sea. Not destroyed or lost, but no longer bounded.

Then it is simply the disappearance of contour. The dissolving back into Consciousness.

But suppose your attachment to this form was very strong: that feeling completely connected to the body, to your name, to your story…

and suddenly that form can no longer be used.

What then?

If Consciousness is the foundation, then Consciousness does not disappear. Only the specific configuration of form stops. The focal point falls away. But what happens to identification?

Could it be that identification does not immediately dissolve… as momentum?

Like a fan that continues to spin for a while after the power has been turned off.

Perhaps a pattern of “I-sense” continues to resonate. No body anymore, yet still recognition. Still direction. Still a subtle inclination to “be someone.”

And if time was part of the form-experience..could it be that the sense of time also does not immediately disappear?

Perhaps the momentum of identification carries with it a subtle continuity. Not physical time as measured by clocks, but an inner sense of duration. A fading rather than an instant collapse.

And within that subtle continuity, patterns of identity might still appear.

Still in Consciousness.

Perhaps no longer as solid, measurable form. But as less solid form. As subtle contour. As a field of recognition.

And perhaps that is what some dying people perceive when they “see someone” we do not see. Not necessarily a fully dissolved Consciousness, but a pattern that has not yet completely fallen back into the formless.

Not a ghost… but a transitional phase of identification.

Again…I offer this only as a possibility. Not as a conclusion. Not as a doctrine. Perhaps it is simply my imagination reaching for coherence. Perhaps it is true. Perhaps it is not. I honestly do not know.

And then comes the loving question:

If attachment was part of the experiment, must detachment be forced?

Or would Consciousness itself – that field of space, silence and

light…Love – know exactly how to gently dissolve the pattern of attachment? (Ofcourse it does…at least I think so. )

Perhaps detachment is not a task. Perhaps it is saturation.

Could it be that at a certain point identification, the attachment to the former form, simply loses its attraction? Not through struggle, but through recognition.

Like a child who one day removes the costume because the game is finished.

‘Enough is enough’…..like an inner relaxation of Consciousness itself.

And then everything returns to simplicity. Not to a place or to a reward, but to timeless space.

The space that was always there, in which forms appeared, in which even attachment appeared. The space that was never attached.

Perhaps death is not the end of meaning, but simply the end of limitation, and attachment is not a mistake, but the very motor of experience.

And recognition……the silent moment in which Consciousness sees Itself again.

This is not an explanation, it is not a claim about how things truly are, it is simply a way of wondering inside myself.

And sometimes… wondering opens more space than certainty ever could.

With love and light,

G.