
There are many misconceptions and myths. Even within so-called radical non-duality, there is still a tendency to listen to fairy tales, and some still tell them. When the deep somatic contraction in the body dissolves, along with the dreamed psychological story of “I”, it is seen that there never was a “you” doing the seeking. That seeking just happened apparently. It is like a veil has been lifted.
Even then, seeking still appears. Now, it happens without a story. It is just raw biology, nothing mysterious.
How could it not go on? The neural pathways that were carved out during the long period of misconception, the belief in an illusory manager with free will and choice called “me”, do not dissolve instantly. The brain has a primal, biological function called the seeking system, fueled by dopamine. For years, that system was hijacked by the dreamed story of the “I”, creating countless escape routes. For example, many bodies consume porn, engage in sex, or scroll endlessly through social media feeds. These movements are not born from a natural hormonal response or a need for information; they are driven by a craving for dopamine to escape what is. It is the exact same biological mechanism as an addict desperate for the next high. This escape is rarely recognized because it is deeply cloaked in the personal narrative.
When it is seen that there never was anyone there to begin with, it is exactly like pulling the plug of a spinning fan from the socket. The power source is gone; the blades take a while to slow down, and it takes even longer for them to come to a complete, silent stop.
Once that system is no longer hijacked by the illusion of self, the raw, bodily seeking system eventually normalizes. It returns to its pure, fundamental purpose. It is simply the quiet biological impulse that gets the body to the breakfast table or drives the organism to consume water. It is no longer a search for psychological completion. It is simply the natural, effortless movement of a body apparently functioning.
Much love. 💙
N.R.
