Centerless Center: A Seeker's Journey & Commentaries on Non-Dual Awareness
By Will Wright
()
About this ebook
Centerless Center explores the author's decades-long search for enlightenment, what finally brought it to an end, and reflections on what he discovered.
Will Wright
Dr. Will Wright is Professor Emeritus of Sociology at Colorado State University. Before joining the faculty at CSU-P in 1986, he taught at several universities including the University of California, Northwestern University, Wesleyan University, and the University of Arizona. Dr. Wright, who was formerly the chair of the sociology department, has written four major books The Wild West: The Mythical Cowboy and Social Theory, Sage Publications, 2001, Wild Knowledge: Science, Language, and Social Life in a Fragile Environment, University of Minnesota Press, 1992, The Social Logic of Health, (with new Introduction) Wesleyan University Press, 1994, (First edition: Rutgers University Press, 1982), Sixguns and Society: A Structural Study of the Western, University of California Press, 1975. Dr. Wright’s Sixguns and Society is widely considered a classic in its field and despite its publication over 30 years ago remains in print and in the library of every serious student of the Western movie. His work on Westerns is widely cited internationally and his theoretical analysis of the genre is summarized in detail in a number of prominent texts on film and society. Dr. Wright’s scholarly articles on theory, popular culture, and film have appeared in a variety of academic journals including Journal of Popular Film and Television, War, Literature and the Arts, Contemporary Sociology, The Social Text, and New Society. He has also contributed a number of chapters to edited books.
Read more from Will Wright
Sons of Simeon Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSixguns and Society: A Structural Study of the Western Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5PRECIOUS & PERVERSE Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWeems Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWithout a Tear: (Kindly Tales for Open Hearts) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBottle's Queue Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSalt for the Journey: (Humor, Tragedy, Acts of Bravery) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCinder Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related to Centerless Center
Related ebooks
Sudden Awakening: Stop Your Mind, Open Your Heart, and Discover Your True Nature Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Born an Eagle Among Sparrows: A Psycho-Spiritual Approach to Being Your True Self Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBloom: Becoming Multidimensional Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Deepest Acceptance: Radical Awakening in Ordinary Life Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Owning The Keys To Discover And Open Mysteries Of The Universe Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Sacred Portable Now: The Transforming Gift of Living in the Moment Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBuddha on the Dance Floor Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSpirit Alliance: The Connection Between Mind, Heart, and Soul Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBloom & Burn: A Transformational Journey of Awakening Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Visible and Invisible Worlds of God Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Reincarnation: A Return to Life Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsToward the Light: Rescuing Spirits, Trapped Souls, and Earthbound Ghosts Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Big U: A Guide to Self Revolution Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMediumship Within Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGifts from Spirit: Spirit Guides Contact Me: Proof, Healing, Aura & Psychic Photographs Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsYou Were Born for This: Astrology for Radical Self-Acceptance Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Flight of the Spirit Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Chronicles of a Medium Perception: The Amazing Martelo Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAwaken Your Soul: A definitive guide to spiritual awakening Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMemories, Dreams & Deflections: My Odyssey Through Emotional Indigestions Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Living Future Pull: A Spiritual Memoir Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWhat's Awakening Really Like?: Twenty ordinary people talk about life beyond the spiritual search Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMy Journey Through Time: A Spiritual Memoir of Life, Death, and Rebirth Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Unpack Your Personality: Let Your Inner Guide Be Your Travel Guide Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Fricken Map is Upside Down: Notes from a spiritual journey Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Dark Night of the Soul: A Journey from Absence to Presence Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5My Psychic Life Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Trauma Banquet: Eating Pain - Feasting on Life Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLife Inside Out: Living from the Heart Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsfrom the top down: truth Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Self-Improvement For You
Less Fret, More Faith: An 11-Week Action Plan to Overcome Anxiety Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Don't Believe Everything You Think: Why Your Thinking Is The Beginning & End Of Suffering Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Big Book of 30-Day Challenges: 60 Habit-Forming Programs to Live an Infinitely Better Life Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Boundaries Updated and Expanded Edition: When to Say Yes, How to Say No To Take Control of Your Life Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Stolen Life: A Memoir Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Think and Grow Rich (Illustrated Edition): With linked Table of Contents Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Gifts of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You're Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You Are Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Self-Care for People with ADHD: 100+ Ways to Recharge, De-Stress, and Prioritize You! Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Chop Wood Carry Water: How to Fall In Love With the Process of Becoming Great Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5How May I Serve Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Running on Empty: Overcome Your Childhood Emotional Neglect Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I'll Start Again Monday: Break the Cycle of Unhealthy Eating Habits with Lasting Spiritual Satisfaction Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Four Loves Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The 21 Irrefutable Laws of Leadership: Follow Them and People Will Follow You Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Language of Letting Go: Daily Meditations on Codependency Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5How to Win Friends and Influence People: Updated For the Next Generation of Leaders Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Girl, Wash Your Face: Stop Believing the Lies About Who You Are so You Can Become Who You Were Meant to Be Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5A Child Called It: One Child's Courage to Survive Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Good Girl's Guide to Great Sex: Creating a Marriage That's Both Holy and Hot Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Mastery of Self: A Toltec Guide to Personal Freedom Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5You're Not Dying You're Just Waking Up Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Related categories
Reviews for Centerless Center
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Centerless Center - Will Wright
Centerless Center
A Seeker's Journey
&
Commentaries on Non-Dual Awareness
Will Wright
Copyright © Will Wright 2024
All rights reserved. It is not legal to reproduce, duplicate, or
transmit any part of this document in either electronic means or
printed format. Recording of this publication is strictly
prohibited.
The narratives in book one reflect the author's recollection of events.
Some names, locations, and identifying characteristics have been
changed to protect the privacy of those depicted.
Dialogue has been re-created from memory.
Disclaimer
The commentaries and quotes in book two are meant for
spiritual inquiry only and are not intended as a substitute for
psychotherapy, addiction therapy, or medical care. Please consult
a licensed professional in all of these matters.
Cover Art by Eric Wright
Interior Art by Julia Wright
Table of Contents
Preface
BOOK I
THE SEEKER’S JOURNEY
Milwaukee
Denver
California
Vermont
BOOK II
COMMMENTARIES ON NON-DUAL AWARENESS
Ever-Present Awareness
A Case of Mistaken Identity
Am I A Limited Separate Self?
Not a Matter of Life and Death
Set Aside the Story
There is a Field
Simplicity of Being
Overwhelmed By Feelings
No You
Do Unto Others
Everywhere We Look
Life is But a Dream
Wherever You Go
Show Me your Face!
Pointers Point
Something Else is Happening
Why Does Happiness Come and Go?
Source of Our Being
No Effort Required
Homage to a Mantra
Simply Notice
There Are No Pieces
House on a Bridge
And Then We Smile
Where Are You?
The Stillness and The Peace
Perfect Peace
Ice on the Pond
Brainwashed
The Background of All Experience
Rules to Live By
‘Closer Than Close’
Blasphemy VS. Free Speech
Everything
Dead to the Present
Let the Real Fun Begin
Seeking Truth through Experience
AHA!
The Mother of All Containers
To Feed a Hungry Ghost
Consciousness Stands Alone
You Are the Silence
For Beginners Only
As I Move Through the Day
Self-Help
Mind is Moving
Already Dead?
No Selfie
Who, What, Where?
‘You Are Me’
Tsunami of Dark Thoughts & Feelings
The Root of All Things
Killing In the Name Of _____
The Screen
Love Your Neighbor
Let It Be
I, Awareness, and the Shopping Cart
That Which Remains Untouched
Nothing New
Consciousness by Any Other Name
Invest in Silk
Fugetaboutit
Warning: Total Waste of Time
Now Showing: The Paradox
Same Old Same Old
Pride & Prejudice
Closer Than Close Encounter
Be Open
One Sweet Soul
This Too Shall Pass
So, What is The Plan?
One Plus One
Meet Presence with Presence
The Most Relaxing Ride of All
It’s Only the Separate Self
I Fall to Pieces
One Step Back
This: For the Seeker
We All Appear To Die
Just as the Snake
Don’t Take it Personally
It is what it isn’t
For Advanced Seekers!
Before
Rules To Live By Ii
Be the Change?
Scrambled or Fried?
All Good Things
Whatever
Such is Life
‘It Makes Me Feel Happy’
E Unum Pluribus
A Knotted Rope
By All Appearances
Don’t Get Ahead Of Yourself
Meet Divine Awareness
We Are As Gods?
This Becomes That
The Real Story
You Can’t Get There From Here
Ocean of Love
A Glimpse
A Drop of Water
Neither Here Nor There
I, Awareness, Want for Nothing
Unshakable Inner Peace
Everywhere, Like Space
I Have No Purpose
Your Choice?
Don’t Believe a Word
I Think
Ignore the Ignorer
I Don’t Mind
Undead or Unborn?
No ‘Who’ or ‘What’ about it
What is this Something?
No Expectations
Dining Out
The Chosen One Walks Among Us
Dead Eyes
Any Idea
Already a Masterpiece
I, Awareness, Want For Nothing Ii
OM!
Skyless Cloud
Lucid Waking
Pay More Attention
Ram Dass, Going Home
A Bird’s Simple Song
Don’t Name It
Gap in The Clouds
Consciousness Only Knows Itself
No Mistaken Identity
Breathing In
Regardless Of What You Think
No Way In
Nothing to it
Be the Realization
This Too Shall Pass
For One Day Only ~ Free Consciousness!
I, Awareness, Am Here to Simplify
Are You Experienced?
Connecting the Dots
All You Need to Discover
Sweetness and Vulnerability
The Only Thing That is Constant
Stepping Stone to The Sun
Forever
I, Awareness, Cannot Be Followed
Pebbles on the Shore
Nothing to Know
One of Two Things
To Beat a Dead Horse
Die To Your Imagined Self
Whatever Happens
Human Doing or Human Being?
Skyless Cloud Ii
Throw Away the Mask
Ignorance
All I Know is Myself
Do Unto No Others
Path to Happiness
Seeing Eye to Eye
Be the Changeless
All Good Things Ii
Two Things in Common
We Are the Emptiness
No Questions Asked
‘Three Inch Scholar’
Pendulum of Change
When All is Said and Done
Nothing is Sacred
R.I.P.
Mind Control
Imagine
About the Author
For my children and their spouses, who continually inspire me with their joyful and loving presence—Miklos & Annie, Corrina & Anthony, Kevin, Eric & Sarah, and Julia.
For my grandchildren, the next generation of Light—Penny, A.J., Lily, and River.
For my brothers Morgan, Steve, and Charlie, who effortlessly picked up the torch.
For my sister Sally, who doesn’t get what all the fuss is about.
For Katheryn, Henry, and Seth, who pointed out the joy in ways less travelled.
For Annabelle & R.C., John & Ginny, for their wholehearted and unwavering quest for the truth.
For Jim, who unassumingly embodies the essence of this book.
For John Wheeler, whose direct answers to my convoluted questions brought me to a full and satisfied stop.
For my teacher and friend, Rupert Spira, who expresses his insights with exacting clarity and profound love.
And for Dana, loving partner on the pathless path.
6/19/2014
Nature is an infinite sphere of which the center is everywhere and the circumference nowhere.
~ Blaise Pascal
Preface
I am a musician, retired music teacher, writer, carpenter, husband, and father of five. My lifelong spiritual journey has been influenced by, among others, Jiddu Krishnamurti, psychedelics, Ram Dass, Zen (esp. Bankei, Dogen, Shunryu Suzuki Roshi, Thich Nhat Hanh, Philip Kapleau, and Paul Reps), yoga, Tibetan Buddhism, Vipassana, various mantra and meditation techniques, and the many inspiring family members and friends who are still leading the way.
Music has always been the main focus of my life, and it was through music that I first got a taste of the infinite nature of things. This was especially true during my five years of study of North Indian classical music with Ali Akbar Khan and Shankar Ghosh at the Ali Akbar College of Music in San Rafael, California, and the many inspiring students I met while attending. What can be better than to play with a group of talented musicians and dissolve into one harmonious vibration? But once the music session or gig was over, and I was back to interacting in the world with my family, friends, and work associates, by all outward appearances I might have seemed as though I was spiritually mature, but an inner voice kept saying, You still don’t get it.
This apparent lack drove me to continue seeking answers through other seemingly divine channels even as I continued my music studies.
In spite of all my involvement in and dedication to the various spiritual paths, after many years I still found myself dissatisfied with the results. Although I kept it fairly well together on the physical/material plane, there was some key element lacking in my heart—call it an inner peace—and I found myself once more seeking answers. I was on a roller coaster of emotional ups and downs and it felt as though it would never end.
My search took a dramatic turn when I was introduced to the Hindu teachings of Advaita Vedanta, especially those of Ramana Maharshi and Nisargadatta Maharaj. It ceased for good after first attending a retreat with Rupert Spira, who spent many years learning from his teacher and friend Francis Lucille, and then meeting with John Wheeler, who had immersed himself in the works of Nisargadatta via Sailor Bob Adamson.
To say that my spiritual search ceased for good
is not entirely accurate. The pointers of the great sages, past and present, finally illuminated by Spira and Wheeler, led to the recognition that there never was a me
to go searching in the first place. We are already what we yearn for. The seeker is the sought.
The commentaries on non-dual awareness first appeared on my weblog, Centerless Center. Written over a period of eight years, they have nothing to do with concepts, beliefs, or opinions, and everything to do with the direct experiential discovery of our original Self—pure consciousness, or aware presence—whose inherent nature is one of peace, happiness, and love. And the wonderful fact that there are not two: Advaita—one without a second.
For those of you who do know who you are, who we are, this book is a call to action. By this, I mean to spread the word, the teaching, with your kind, peaceful, and helpful interactions with yourself, other beings, creatures, and all of nature. As Zen master Shunryu Suzuki says, There are, strictly speaking, no enlightened people, there is only enlightened activity.
For those of you who are still seeking, perhaps something in this book might bring you to, as John Wheeler likes to say, a Full Stop! And, in so doing, that your, our, true self may then be revealed.
Will Wright
North Pomfret, Vermont
April 2024
BOOK I
THE SEEKER’S JOURNEY
W
e all know that our body-minds are limited. We were born, we will live for a period of time, and then we will die. The sages, past and present, say that to live a life of true peace and happiness, we must discover that within us which was never born and will never die.
I’ve investigated consciousness/awareness and discovered that there can be no experience without it, but that it, itself, is not an experience. Consciousness exists before, during, and after all experiences, all appearances, have come, lingered for a time, and gone. At our core, we are this consciousness, so I no longer have any questions about the meaning of life—why are we here, what is our purpose, what is our relationship to others? It’s enough that I have discovered that my essential being is unlimited ever-present consciousness, and all appearances arise within it. And, this being the case, all things are made of consciousness—you, me, the world, the universe, and beyond. And because of its infinite and eternal nature, there can be only one—where is there room for two in the infinite? And its inherent qualities are peace, love, and happiness. It is this that we all have in common.
The commentaries in this book begin when my spiritual journey ends, at least the seeking part, so in order to give them some context, I will have to tell you some of my personal story, especially as it relates to my decades-long search for enlightenment or awakening.
For those of you on a spiritual quest, my wish is that you do not have to spend another day, or, in some cases, another second, looking for what you already are. If I had met the right person, or perhaps read or heard the right words, at the right time, I would have realized what I know now a lot sooner—that on the pathless path there is no distance between you, us, and our essential shared being.
Milwaukee
The last thing a child wants to do on a bright summer day is to take a nap, but that’s what my stepmother insisted on. She wasn’t wicked at all, just strict, and thought that a nap was good for a youngster’s overall well-being. It also gave her a break from having to keep track of me. But instead of sleeping, I often liked to ponder what seemed to be the infinite nature of the universe. As my six-year-old self understood it, the air I breathed turned into the sky that turned into space that turned into the universe that adults told me went on for ever and ever. I just couldn’t wrap my head around for ever and ever,
so I imagined that the universe, with of all its planets and suns and stars, was contained in a gigantic box. From there, the best I could come up with was that the box was surrounded by, imbedded in, something solid, like lead or stone. But then . . . did this solid mass go on forever? Or if not, what contained this solid mass? More space? It seemed as though I had stumbled upon the limitless nature of things, but it was more than I could grasp. I gave up trying to figure this out, but the mystery of the infinite stayed with me, and, I suppose, added to my spiritual unrest and quest as I grew into young adulthood.
My upbringing was mixed. I was the child of divorced parents who never actually lived together. In 1943, just before my father, who had joined the Navy, was to ship out to patrol the Pacific during World War II, my mother joined him in Virginia Beach. They eloped, I was conceived, and I was born on March 5, 1944. As the story was told to me seventy years later by my mother’s sister, now deceased, my father returned from the war a year and nine months later, victorious and unharmed, only to be thrown out of the house before he even got a word out. My mother shouted something like, You had an affair with your housemaid when you were a teenager! I don’t want to ever see you again!
My father, unable to deny it, walked away. They both remarried several times, each having two more children, my father a boy and a girl, my mother two boys. I split time between them until I reached college age and left home for good.
My father joined his family business and became financially successful. My mother remarried a charming alcoholic, who couldn’t keep a job for long, and when he was working, she would try to intercept his pay check on Friday afternoons so that he wouldn’t spend it all at the local bar before he got home that night. Even as a functioning alcoholic, my father remained relatively stable, keeping a steady job and providing a nice home, even if he could turn violent at times. On the other hand, my mother often didn’t know how she was going to afford groceries for the week, let alone pay the rent. We often had to move, sometimes to a new state, with my two brothers and I having to switch schools and make new friends, always with the underlying threat of physical abuse from their father, my stepfather. Abuse wasn’t the norm, but because of the unpredictable behavior caused by alcohol, you never knew when it would occur. I won’t go into the specifics of the abuse from either man, except to say that this was the era of hairbrush
spankings, and that they added fists and pool cues.
You could say that I grew up as a rich boy and a poor boy. Being tossed back and forth between parents, I lived on both sides of the track, each one with a very specific story. The right
side of the tracks revealed how material wealth did not necessarily bring happiness. The wrong
side of the tracks showed how happiness could be spread by a poor but loving mother. Not to say that my father wasn’t loving, it’s just that my mother was more overt about her love of life and this rubbed off on me—happiness in spite of circumstances.
By the time I had reached my teenage years, you could say that I was a good boy and a bad boy. On the one hand, I was polite, charming, and showed some amount of intelligence. But when I thought no adult was paying attention, I could be mischievous, devious, and sometimes dangerous, to myself and others around me. Fortunately, I never caused any serious harm to anyone, at least to my knowledge, although drunken behavior that I’d picked up from my parents and minor car accidents were involved. I was about as confused as one could be about the meaning of life and my place in it and was ready for a major change. I did have a close childhood friend, Henry, who introduced me to Jack Kerouac and jazz, which opened up a whole new world. But it was music that altered my life’s direction forever.
I picked up the guitar when I was fifteen. It was 1959, my sophomore year in high school. I was inspired to play by a guy in my class who was the leader of a rockabilly band. With a greasy red ducktail and a sunburst electric guitar, all the girls flocked around the stage when he played for our school dances. This—flocking girls—was my initial motivation for learning how to play, but once I got into it, the music itself began to emerge as my lifeline towards happiness and freedom. My father said that he regretted the day I got a guitar, that playing music was for niggers and drug addicts.
Denver
I turned eighteen in March of 1962, left my dysfunctional families and Milwaukee, basically both forever, embraced the hippie counterculture, and never looked back. Following Timothy Leary’s lead, I tuned in, turned on, and dropped out.
But not all at once.
I lasted two quarters as a freshman at Denver University, mostly playing pool in the student union and gaining twenty pounds of beer fat at the local bar. One of my four roommates—we lived in a drab campus dormitory suite
—claimed that we could get high and hallucinate if we ate morning glory seeds, which contained a chemical similar to LSD,
whatever that was. This sounded great to me, so we went out and bought packages of the seeds aptly labelled Pearly Gates,
supposedly the most potent for our purpose. After ingesting a couple of bags, it was also recommended that we stare at a candle for a long time to focus our attention. The results were mixed. The seeds were unpleasant to chew and swallow, and might have even been coated with a poisonous preservative with ammonia overtones. I didn’t throw up, but definitely felt nauseous. And there were no cool hallucinations. Just a general eye fatigue from staring at the candle, which was like staring at a mini-sun, partially blinding you for a period of time.
I had been corresponding with Henry, who was attending Columbia University in NYC, and we both decided that it was a good idea to drop out of college so that we could have our own on the road
experience and infuse our lives with some real meaning. By this time, we had also read Kerouac’s The Dharma Bums, so the spiritual aspect of Buddhism had been introduced into our psyches, and enlightenment was now part of our vocabulary and quest. So that spring, I dropped out and drove cross-country to pick up Henry, and with little financial forethought, except that we were going to Brownsville, Texas, to make a quick fortune working on an oil rig, we managed to get as far as New Orleans when our money ran out. In turn: I sold my car for fifty dollars to Diamond Joe (real name); we rented a hotel room on Bourbon Street: walking about taking in the sights, I was arrested for attempted bank robbery—I seemed to fit the description of a forty-year-old vagrant; was taken to the penitentiary for my mug shot, fingerprinting, and line-up—a hopeless, harrowing experience; was let out of the local precinct jail after three days—after witnessing brutal racial violence—with the admonition to Stay off the streets
; found that Henry had spent all of our money on a hooker; got a job as an opening folk act at a strip joint across the street, which, as you might imagine, didn’t last long—the patrons were more interested in the girls than some young punk singing Blowing in the Wind
; joined Henry selling hot tamales out of a cart on wheels from 9 p.m. to 3 a.m.—making a grand total of $3.20 if you sold out, enough for two fried eggs, toast, and coffee at the local diner; both of us suffered a nervous breakdown of sorts—what the hell did we think we were doing?; and with great disappointment and shame called a parent to wire us some money so that we