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What is possibly the best form of Meditation?

Healing is required from the wounds. It's natural to overthink as long as samsara exists. Attachment is as real as suffering. This is a fact. The wound of attachment causes suffering in me, you, and us. The desire of pleasure, the hope to continue with a particular feeling or passion is quite natural. The unbound desire to accumulate health, wealth, honour, or knowledge makes one strive to gain more and more. The appearance of life is what if not more than a "will to live" (Arthur Schopenhauer)? The constant struggle of existence is known as life in Darwinian sense. In an ecology of struggle, peaceful co-existence is desired. Buddhist scholars emphasize to adopt Samatha and Vipasyana "to stop" and "reflect upon" the restlessness. As long as, there is a life, the struggle, the strife, will continue.


Ashtavakra proclaimed in his Gita that each one of us is the "pure consciousness", who doesn't require any meditation or any effort to be quite, calm, and free. Our nature is free. It is the conditioning of our mind, which makes us what we appear to be. Our identity is a given one. Our vocation is an amusement in which we are involved. Our relationship is merely a utilitarian. In such a condition, realisation of self doesn't require any further schooling or conditioning. Only an unconditioned mind can maintain a distance from success and failure or pleasure amd pain (Krishnamurti). Un-conditioning is  the real education. Rest are merely a set of disciplinary exercises to mould one's thoughts and deeds as per a fixed or dead pattern. In that sense, a real mediation is all about "passive awareness" about the life, its suffering, and bondage. Perhaps, this understanding can make one realise the value of equanimity what Krishna expounded in Bhagvat Gita. All the blames and praises are the part of samsara. The radiant light is unperturbed and unaffected. There is no experiencer, no experience, and no experiencing. Only a "passive witness" is watching the playfulness of illusionary samsara (Maya), which appears and disappears, which vibrates around and withers away with a promise to return again and again. This is what Upanishads expressed in the beginning of human civilization.

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