1. What Has Become Clear
I am beginning to see my inner world more clearly:
• Consciousnessonly: the world I see is the world colored by my mind.
• Store consciousness: old seeds can surface at any moment.
• Habit energy: automatic reactions, faster than thought.
• Recognition: the light that keeps me from being swept away.
• The past: not stored in time, but in the store consciousness.
• Letting go: not forgetting, but seeing the hand that is holding.
• The self: the “I” that always wants to be nourished, and therefore is always insecure.
• Nonself: when there is no one left to be hurt, suffering has nowhere to cling.
I see more clearly now that:
• it is not others who hurt me,
• not memories that hurt me,
• not emotions that hurt me,
but the self inside me that is touched.
And when I see the self, it weakens.
2. What Still Confuses Me
Some very old seeds, when they surface, still pull me away.
Some habit energies react so quickly that I cannot recognize them in time.
Some memories I thought had dissolved
come alive again with just the smallest condition.
I am also confused because:
• sometimes I can let go,
• sometimes I hold on very tightly.
I still do not fully understand nonself.
There are moments when I see very clearly—
and then I fall back into the familiar self.
3. Questions I Want to Ask My Teacher
• How can I see the hand that is holding the moment it begins to grasp?
• How can I avoid feeding the self without falling into passivity?
• When the past surfaces, how can I avoid retelling the old story in my mind?
• Is nonself a continuous state, or only brief moments of clarity?
4. What I Want to Continue Cultivating
I want to keep recognizing each seed as it arises.
I want to look at habit energy without judgment.
I want to release the hand that is holding—
not through effort, but through clear seeing.
I want to live with the understanding that:
• emotions are just clouds,
• the past is only a shadow,
• the self is only an image,
• and suffering is only clinging.
5. Illuminating Sentence
“It is not the memory that holds me—
it is I who am holding the memory.”

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