You are correct. Many of these writings are tailored towards the seeker who is ripe for the loneliest and most intense path. It is in complete internal aloneness that one comes in contact with the grace that annihilates the conceptual self that masquerades as your first name. These are the ones who become teachers by default, just as a light illuminates the things around it by its very existence. Not because it intends to become a light, but because that is its nature. Therefore, shines forth without effort and is self illuminating.
This teaching is described as “a prayer for death.” There must be a death of the preconceived, a death of the accumulation of all one knows. Which then allows for the full spectrum of potential action without ideas of right and wrong, should and should not, oneness or separation. It is only in this state that a teacher is poised to deliver a custom tailored response to the Living Moment, and meets It as Such.
When teachers talk about just being, or having complete allowance etc., that is directed towards a specific person on a specific part in their specific journey. This may not be the appropriate response for other spiritual seekers. Or appropriate for a homeless person who looks you in the eyes with sheer desperation and asks for something to eat. Or a wife who finds out that she has cancer. At the same time, such a response can not be ruled out either.
When there is no center where thoughts gather to form a persona, then one is allowed access to whatever the moment demands spontaneously and without effort. Sometimes it’s a hug, a sandwich, silence, a stern warning, an intense gaze, a casual conversation, a punch in the face, a gentle rub on the back, an intense conversation, just listening, or getting together and playing some hand-drums. That is the beauty of Life: That nothing is outside of It.
Here is a personal story:
Standing outside on break at work, and across the street there was a commotion (in the middle of a very busy part of Philadelphia). People started to scatter and run in stores. When everyone cleared there was an erratic mentally ill man standing there. He started to walk across the street right towards me. I just continued to look. He came closer and closer until he was two inches from my face and we locked eyes. He was filled with hate and rage. The mind was afraid but willing; and what felt like hours I gazed into his eyes with complete vulnerability which turned into a warm feeling of love for him. Then….he cracked an awkward smile and his eyes glimmered for a second and he turned to walk away. And sticking out of his belt along his back was a very large butcher’s knife. He got about 10 feet and was tackled by police.
Any true teaching is spontaneous, unorthodox, and from the teacher’s point of view seems fresh every time; and very much alive in its own right. It can hardly even be called a teaching because it is so nimble and seemingly in a constant state of flux. The best teachers have the mark of Death, due to their encounter with It; and willingness to die to become It.