I want to say thank you both for replying to my last post.
When i started this path about 7 years ago, I felt very similar to you Josh. But this world and the people who inhabit it make this life more of a hellish drag than it should be. As much as I aspire to to live the householder contemplative lifestyle, I feel like more of a monk at heart, with no temple to reside at and no fellow monks to sit with. The further I have gone down this path, the more disjunctive I feel in relation to my body, mind, and personality. To be a monk to me does not at all mean that we need to forsake these things.They have never stopped existing no matter how far removed I feel from them. They have just been shown to me to not have the same strength of substance or truth as my awareness/consciousness feels to me. I truly feel like an ancient or timeless entity residing in the home of my body, which contains a mind and an inherent personality.
It is not that I do not find these things useful and amazing in their own right, they are just not seen as important to me in comparison to the bliss and solidarity I find in deep meditation. I feel like my personality is more of a culmination of past experiences and reactions to make me move how I do in this present moment. It is unique and beautiful in its own right, but not at the same time. It feels like all of life is just that, without a direct purpose. This may seem like a negative or solemn view to have, but it has seriously freed me from so much of my anxieties about existence, life, death, god. I do not feel the need to worry, and instead simply feel inquisitive about various topics, but no longer feel like I am searching for the meaning of life or what my purpose is. It feels irrelevant in the overall picture, and most likely is. I feel like my only purpose is to dive deeper and cleanse my psyche and awareness of attachment to this never ending spiral of body, mind, and world. It has all occurred naturally through the experiences I continue to have and the heavy loads of daily bliss, that I feel such detachment.
But I cannot state enough how much bliss and happiness resides in my body and heart, regardless of all the hellish things this domain presents. And knowing that I may live and die without much purpose. That is something I am finding the average person never even experiences. Most of them only know anxiety and neuroticism, with brief moments of quiet. And when they ask me for help, they often times get angry that I would ask them to let some of their concerns go and dive deep, at least give it a shot. Instead I find a lot of people tend to fight to keep their anxieties spinning so that they can continue to feel something solid about their existence, even though that is the very reason they fret. I am not trying to dismiss their problems and anxieties, as I have/had them too, but I feel like I have found(all due to Jhanananda) a truly wholesome way to manage a lot of internal strife and find a true sense of happiness not based solely on my circumstances or achievements. I am still diving to find the white light, but the bliss is ever deepening and strong and the ringing in my ears blasts loud and clear when I am saturated, so I know I am headed the right way.
Best Wishes
Rougeleader