Becca, it has been a great pleasure to walk alongside you here. That is, walking alongside no one, to nowhere, to get the nothing we never lost. How wonderful!

I am ever grateful,

With love and warmth,
James

How have things been settling this week? What is emerging or being noticed?
In a sense, nothing is settled. (Not in the sense of trying to figure anything out, as in No-thing has settled. What's being noticed? Things happen, space happens, things move by, this being is there 'amidst' them, of them ...

When they come up, look: Where do they come from? What controls them?
When 'they' come up, they're singular thoughts or ideas that come from nothing. What controls them is equally nothing, they just are and then fade away.

what truly controls or is responsible for the engagement and ...

Say more, what do you mean by this? What is (at most) responsible for what is? What is perhaps responsible for 'engagement'? What are these responses based on experientially?
There is what is, and there is awareness of that. It appeared that such levels of awareness (zoned out, attentive, etc ...

1) Is there a separate entity 'self', 'me' 'I', at all, anywhere, in any way, shape or form? Was there ever?
As for 'myself', staying with the present, I try go there and there is nothing, just...empty movement. Was there ever a self? No, there's been lots of stories though, lots of arisings that ...

Can you let the contraction happen without any resistance at all? Love even the contraction itself?
What happens when you do?

There are sensations: pressure on my hands, hunger, breath going in and out, back against cushion, but the contraction is empty, it is a tension that is emptiness...there ...

Can you actually locate a boundary where ‘this body’ ends and ‘nature’ begins?
This is prior to doing the exercise you placed below, but as for a boundary at current, the 'boundary' as I understand it is where - as an example - 'my' finger hits the key, that moment of sensation where the key of ...

Some time has passed.

As it happens, I live very close to some nice nature walks which I go on daily.

In a sense I feel I have nothing to say, like talking is false or even tiring, but also that I want to gesture.

As for the body, maybe that's still a sticking point, though I'm not sure. All I ...

last whisper of the seeker. Not in control, not even a voice—just a faint habit left echoing in an open canyon.
Yes, this is a perfect description. A faint habit of checking, trying, grasping. Fading.

Is anything missing?
Nothing to be found. Feel lighter, like the world could blow right ...

Who would internalize? What would be added that isn’t already here? Isn’t that sense of almost… also just happening?


What That is could only be This. If it was to be any more or any less, it would still be That, Now. Who would internalise? That which is already and always has been That. Almost ...

Who is struggling?

I look again and again and there's no one. There is only This with the sense of looking.

What if I don't brace?

This is a strange non-decision decision I have no resources of how to approach. Letting go is a paradox, because it is action.

Was there ever anyone to be ...

Is there any connection between the felt sensations and the image in the mirror? Or just thoughts (and/or mental images) suggest that there is?

The sensations are Here, Now. The body is there. No connection.

Is there any connection between the felt sensations (labelled ‘hand’) and image of ...

Was there ever a “moment” where you could’ve chosen differently? Or was the whole thing just unfolding, inevitable, ungraspable?

Each 'moment' is/was its own Now, and so there could only be That then, as That. The hand lifting in the Now as only what could have been, and then that Now is gone and ...

What is it exactly that is choosing which hand to raise?
Nothing. Nothing there. Raising happens. Not even left or right, that phenomena moves (this is the closest I've come to truly sensing my body is That)

Can you find a separate individual or anything that is doing the choosing?
No. The body ...

So now what?
Sitting. Looking. Typing. Bodily feeling. Thoughts arise dampened, like they're distant.

What emerges?
Nothing emerges. No-thing emerges. There is this.

And, another 'yet', still a background notion, feint idea, that if I do wishes, I could get up and *do* things, *control* things ...