As was the case with Mozart’s music, some people are consciousness prodigies : where others barely distinghuish a few notes in the dense score of inner life, they seem to move freely, unhindered, along a familiar staff.
They know the scents in the vegetation, and know how to feed on the inner flora. Without much ado, they reach out their hands and all sorts of animals come to be stroked, beings appear before their eyes without flinching…when others flee at the slightest crack of branches.
If the Mozarts of Consciousness come to hear the teachings, the conceptual frameworks of the spiritual paths, they will see there a more or less laborious notation of the paths they travel at night naturally and without a score.
They will read in it a herbarium, sometimes scholarly, sometimes crude, but quite far removed from the direct contact they have with their nature. The disciplines, practices, and techniques that are dispensed here and there are, in reality, the grammar, syntax, and vocabulary of the language they have always spoken.
Notes & Silence 