Maybe you can provide some situations of its effects in not normal householder life.
The King of DeathWe live like a chicken who doesn't know what's going on. In the morning it takes its baby chicks out to scratch for food. In the evening, it goes back to sleep in the coop. The next morning it goes out to look for food again. Its owner scatters rice for it to eat every day, but it doesn't know why its owner is feeding it. The chicken and its owner are thinking in very different ways.The owner is thinking, "How much does the chicken weigh?" The chicken, though, is engrossed in the food. When the owner picks it up to heft its weight, it thinks the owner is showing affection.We too don't know what's going on: where we come from, how many more years we'll live, where we'll go, who will take us there. We don't know this at all.The King of Death is like the owner of the chicken. We don't know when he'll catch up with us, for we're engrossed — engrossed in sights, sounds, smells, tastes, tactile sensations, and ideas. We have no sense that we're growing older. We have no sense of enough.
We live like a chicken who doesn't know what's going on. In the morning it takes its baby chicks out to scratch for food. In the evening, it goes back to sleep in the coop. The next morning it goes out to look for food again. Its owner scatters rice for it to eat every day, but it doesn't know why its owner is feeding it. The chicken and its owner are thinking in very different ways.The owner is thinking, "How much does the chicken weigh?" The chicken, though, is engrossed in the food. When the owner picks it up to heft its weight, it thinks the owner is showing affection.We too don't know what's going on: where we come from, how many more years we'll live, where we'll go, who will take us there. We don't know this at all.The King of Death is like the owner of the chicken. We don't know when he'll catch up with us, for we're engrossed — engrossed in sights, sounds, smells, tastes, tactile sensations, and ideas. We have no sense that we're growing older. We have no sense of enough.
Continuous mindfulness of death leads to letting go, leads to mindfulness according to Satipatthana, leads to liberation ...It is the most simple of all practices. You don't need suttas and sutras, treatises or whatever ... you just have to be aware of an undeniable fact moment to moment, breath-in or breath-out ... I may be dying in this very moment What do you think?
Quote from: TMingyur. on January 12, 2012, 09:50:12 pmContinuous mindfulness of death leads to letting go, leads to mindfulness according to Satipatthana, leads to liberation ...It is the most simple of all practices. You don't need suttas and sutras, treatises or whatever ... you just have to be aware of an undeniable fact moment to moment, breath-in or breath-out ... I may be dying in this very moment What do you think?I would find continuous mindfulness of death very difficult to maintain. But I do try to be aware of impermanence ( anicca ) as described in the 4th tetrad of the Anapanasati Sutta.Spiny
mindfulness of death is covered by either the Satipatthana of the corpse or the Satipatthana of the aggregates and the sense bases
Quotemindfulness of death is covered by either the Satipatthana of the corpse or the Satipatthana of the aggregates and the sense bases Its just that it needs the self to connect this things and make it to something imaginary which one could observe. So its more a kind of esoteric perspective of mindfulness I guess. *smile*
Maybe you might compare this argumentation now with the argumentation you had in the "anicca observing tread" of Spiny, which is a similar approach as your idea here I guess.
I don't think that there is something to be observed or being mindful of it, ...
But how to experience that there is nothing to experience?
QuoteBut how to experience that there is nothing to experience?I guess first of all to come down form ideas *smile* and simply observe.
So maybe you explain it in more details what you meant by mindfulness of death?