She became a keen observer, like a scientist. She noticed how people changed their minds all of the time. And, she noticed how they changed their emotions also. Someone would be happy and then all of a sudden, sad. Or, someone would be shouting at someone and then the phone would ring, and they would answer with a sweet voice. (There were so many times when she remembered her first sense of surprise, that life chose to be as flip-floppy as this, until it became a joke to her.)
She became a detective, studying what it meant to be a “human being.” Wasn’t everyone just “being human” temporarily? Some of the spiritual books that she had read indicated that we were not who we think we are, so she sought to clarify what she was not.
Somehow, she seemed to know that things did not happen one after the other, but instead things seemed to happen all at once. She trusted that everything that she needed to know, she would know automatically, because all of life came from one thing, the big mystery.
It seemed clear to her that everything was equally available to everyone – most importantly, the contents of mind. She became very fascinated with the nature of “mind.” All day, everyday, she contemplated the nature of thoughts and emotions. Where did they come from? Did everyone have them? Do we all share the same thoughts? She felt that somehow we did; that there were no separate minds but that we all shared the same universal mind, and that this mind was really the window to the world we all live in.
She trusted that if she was diligent, she would understand the whole puzzle. One morning she woke up reciting an English sonnet, in a style and with words that were not her own. That day she knew beyond any doubt that there was one mind only and that everything that could be thought or learned, and that everything that had ever been thought or learned, was available to anyone. That day she knew that the mind was the key to the big puzzle.
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