There is just consciousness.

That’s all I know. I don’t know about any self that is associated with this consciousness. All I know is this consciousness. It’s just that simple.

All is clear and spacious and open here. There is no attachment to anything and yet I am everything. There is no way to locate this consciousness. Is consciousness in that tree? I don’t know. All I know is this. Those questions of the mind must remain always mysteries.

This consciousness is empty. There is nothing in it. There is no content in it at all. It is simply a peaceful, free, clear void. But very alive, very vibrant, in a “presence” kind of way, not in a “body” kind of way. An immortal, not a mortal, aliveness.

So there is no need to look and ask if there is an “I” here. It’s just this peace, nothing else. There is no need to ask where it is located or if it dies. It’s all I know right now – what else do I need?

This consciousness is completely free of content. But that does not mean this consciousness is a still mind. A still mind is just a still mind. Consciousness, which is empty, is untouched by mind, still or otherwise. Consciousness is not “accessed” by stilling the mind. It is not accessed at all. It is all I know, right now. It simply is.

It is not something that I have to mentally hunt for to find. It is right here, and the most obvious thing in the room. It’s all I know for sure.

Just this.