Don Juan: One day I understood that my personal history was no longer needed. So I dropped it.

Radical Discontinuity of Personal History.
Jettisoned.
Gone.  Gone!

Please ponder this.

Extinction of story-self: trashing of memory files and folders; defrag of system; reformat.

No going back to the old grazing grounds. No replay of the old impulses. No safety-net of sangha, family, friends, colleagues. No suitcases, backpacks, backups.

Who am I without the suitcases crammed with crumpled versions of ‘me’?

I am lightened, that’s for sure; they weighed a ton.

I am lightened?

I am, goodness me, Light itself!

Light of being, knowing, feeling, flowing, unfolding.

Light unborn, unlit, and never not here, now, in this very THIS.