Maya the illusion
Ok bear with me cuz I am reaching again. I always feel like I am trying to reach into a pool of water to grab something but everytime I do the water ripples and I lose the clarity of what I was reaching for and then I forget...

I've been thinking about how the different mental thoughts of myself and others around me seem to be somehow constructing what appears in my physical reality, manifesting also as 'signs' or synchronicities or coincidences, giving the feeling that ''this can't be real' or the twilight zone feeling of 'deja vu!' , I can't just accept that this is 'just spirit' as my curious and investigative mind urges me to explore deeper...deeper...

into what?

Now I am back in the pool of water. Reaching in and trying to understand exactly what I have thrown my energy into ..
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again.

Looking for a label..I search my memory banks and all that keeps repeating itself like a skipping record is

"Maya"

But..what is Maya? Exactly? I guess the ripples are what keeps us from pinning the Great Maya under our thumbs, but what are your thoughts? I would like to hear from anyone who has a thought on this subject and thanks in advance!

Here is what I found on a website today..

Maya or illusion is an element which enters into all finite things, for everything that exists has only a relative, not an absolute reality, since the appearance which the hidden noumenon assumes for any observer depends upon his power of cognition. To the untrained eye of the savage, a painting is at first an unmeaning confusion of streaks and daubs of colour, while an educated eye sees instantly a face or a landscape. Nothing is permanent except the one hidden absolute existence which contains in itself the noumena of all realities. The existences belonging to every plane of being, up to the highest Dhyan Chohans, are, in degree, of the nature of shadows cast by a magic lantern on a colourless screen; but all things are relatively real, for the cognizer is also a reflection, and the things cognized are therefore as real to him as himself. Whatever reality things possess must be looked for in them before or after they have passed like a flash through the material world; but we cannot cognize any such existence directly, so long as we have sense-instruments which bring only material existence into the field of our consciousness. Whatever plane our consciousness may be acting in, both we and the things belonging to that plane are, for the time being, our only realities. As we rise in the scale of development we perceive that during the stages through which we have passed we mistook shadows for realities, and the upward progress of the Ego is a series of progressive awakenings, each advance bringing with it the idea that now, at last, we have reached "reality"; but only when we shall have reached the absolute Consciousness, and blended our own with it, shall we be free from the delusions produced by Maya.