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Hey there! Let's start from scratch. What is zero even? 😅 actually I meant let's start fresh. Of what is... and isn’t . Everything and nothing at the same time and at the same time - timeless.

The essence of this natural reality is singularity. Not two. Detachment is an illusion. And I create this illusion. What seems so real and is the reality of most people, and that's why they suffer in this earthly life and hope that after death heaven is a brighter life, a paradise free of suffering, or they believe that they will be reborn, and hopefully into a better life.

These different stories help to continue existing in this illusion of separation, in a dream, but as funny as it is, there is no "me" who exists or who could die or be reborn. These seemingly thoughts of mine that are not really mine, but simply arise in this seemingly timeless moment.

These words sound as if a reflection of something, which is not really catchable into words, but about which you can't be silent. These thoughts that just arise are not really anyone's but rather a spontaneous expression of the universe itself. What I am describing could be called radical non-duality, the truth that all is one and yet nothing without separation and without self.

The zero or clean page I mentioned is like a symbol of that timeless emptiness from where everything appears and where everything dissolves. This is a beginning and an end at the same time, without beginning or end. Singularity, as beautifully sounded. Not two.

The sufferings and hopes that people carry are created by believing in reality, separation. These stories will provide temporary comfort because without them, life may seem meaningless and scary. But paradoxically, this meaninglessness is the deepest freedom, freedom from something that has never really been.

The beauty and tragedy of this truth is that it cannot be experienced or made clear to anyone. It just is or it isn't. And also this writing here, reading it, like everything else, just happens without parties. This is a cosmic joke, that there is no one who would laugh at it, but yet the laughter seems to be everywhere.

This is what it’s like being “clean” that is always and forever just this moment. Nothing special, but at the same time absolutely everything.

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Love doesn’t belong to anyone.

Love is free. Love is everything.

Love is you and me.

And yet, there’s no you and me to be it-

Just love, unconditional love, as everything.

This dream of duality too,

With illusory relationships,

Attachments, suffering, seeking-

Everything full-on love,

Wild and free,

Whole and complete.

I love you and this love isn’t mine.

I am ready to die for this love,

Because I am already dead.

I never lived…

This love killed me,

Ended this illusory separation,

And all that was left was this:

Boundless love that no one has,

And no one could lose.

There’s no one who loves unconditionally.

It’s not about mastering this, it’s not personal.

This love kills you softly or not,

In its own divine, timeless timing-

Revealing what was always here.

Always free, always boundless.

Without any gap between-

No me, no you, no us.

Never was. Never will be.

Only in dreams, dreams of two.

This play of separation seems real,

And with it, relationships, suffering, ownership,

Losing, controlling, neurosis, seriousness-

All feel real in the dream of separation,

Where life happens to “me.”

There’s no escape from this dream,

Because no one is locked there.

There is no personal fulfillment, liberation, freedom.

There’s no one bound to be free.

There’s only this-

Let’s call it unconditional love for now,

So unconditional that the mind will never grasp it.

It can’t be understood, it’s not logical,

It’s not reasonable- it’s everything.

Even the grasping, even that dream

Of being someone, someone who has something,

Someone who could lose something.

There’s no escape from this love,

As it is everything-

All that is and isn’t.

💞😘

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I rest in that which never comes and never goes away

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Nothing is

Everything is is-ing

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Within this apparent paradox arises an experience. That experience is, that this appearance is happening to 'me'. That experience is not paradoxical; it feels very real. There's no space, no room, no possibility for the reality, that 'this' isn't happening to ‚me’. That experience of duality is dissatisfying. It's uncomfortable. Out of that experience arises the need to bring about a wholeness, to cover up the feeling that what is, isn't complete, to make the feeling that it's not okay - okay. Out of that arises the need for good and bad and right and wrong. So this appearance then turns into ‚my life‘, and my life is the need to make 'this' better, 'this' good, to find out or to solve the problem of why I don't feel like it's okay, why I feel like something's wrong, why I feel like I need to seek, to find something else.

Here and in the meetings, there will be an uncovering, revealing, pointing to the reality, that that experience of separation, that experience that I'm real, that there's something wrong and that I need to do something about it, is illusory. In reality, THIS is whole, this is complete. There's nothing missing, there's no real lack, there's no real need for anything to happen.

This sharing has no authority. So this up here is not telling anyone anything. There's nothing that needs to be said. This is a response to the apparent question of the experience, that something needs to happen. The answer is: "No, there's nothing that needs to happen."

The solution or the end of the seeking isn't a finding. That need to find something is never satisfied; it never happens. If it does, it's very temporary. I find something and I'm afraid of losing it; I find something and I'm trying to hold onto it; I'm trying something and I'm trying to maintain it. It's never satisfied. The end of the seeking is the end of the seeker, is the end of the experience, that 'this' is real.

What's left is what's already obviously everything: THIS. This doesn't need anything else, this is already all there is. Whatever is happening—whatever feelings, thoughts, experiences are happening—that is the wholeness that is looked for. It's not the wholeness the individual's looking for. It's not the wholeness that the "I am" is looking for. It will always be dissatisfied with this. It's a wholeness that's beyond the personal seeking, beyond the personal need for something more or something else.

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"If you went into sleep into unconsciousness for always and always and always, it wouldn’t be at all like going into the dark. It would be as if, as a matter of fact, you had never existed at all. Not only you, but everything else as well."

This beautifully dismantles the illusion of a separate self. If death is nothing at all, then so was birth. The idea of someone experiencing nonexistence is absurd.

"Behind my eyes, there isn't a black spot… there's nothing at all."

There is no separate “seer” behind the eyes, only looking, only life happening. The illusion of a personal observer collapses.

But then...

"If I happened once, I could happen again."

Illusion of separation that “I” was ever born in the first place, that “I” could return. But no “one” was ever here to begin with, just life appearing and disappearing.

"Not only will others be born, but which one will I be?"

This is illusion of continuity, as if there is a traveler moving from one birth to another. But life doesn’t belong to anyone. The baby being born is not “you” returning, it’s just life happening again, fresh, without an owner.

💭 Isn’t it fascinating? Even when imitating non-duality, falls back into familiar mental patterns. The dream of separation is so deeply woven into language that even when it dissolves, it tries to reappear seemingly.

Or it's just interpreted by the lens of separation. Which is nothing else than this too, nothing and no one separate from this. Perfection in action, no doer of self or non-self. Just wholeness dancing with itself. And even this says way too much :)

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Warning ⚠️ may be triggering🙃

"Me" doesn’t want this. Because this isn’t something to get, to hold onto, to use as a new spiritual identity. It’s the total collapse of everything “me” thought it was.

And yet, it was never really there. The end of separation is just the ‘seeing’ that separation never was. No awakening, no attainment, no enlightenment- just the illusion dissolving, leaving nothing behind.

And, of course, "me" finds that deeply unsettling, even offensive. Because if there’s no separation, no journey, no special state, then what was all this seeking for?

But the joke is—there never was a seeker.

There is no you.

There is no purpose.

There is no meaning.

There is no hope.

And that- as horrifying as it may seem to “me”- is absolute freedom. Not for anyone. Not as a special state. Just what is.

The mind wants a loophole, a way to wiggle out, a technique, a process, something to do, something to become. But there’s nowhere to go. Nothing to get. Even “wanting liberation” is just the illusion reinforcing itself- because who is there to be liberated?

This ‘message’ is like setting fire to everything the “me” holds onto- every belief, every effort, every story. And that’s why it’s so triggering. Because if there is truly no separation, then there never was a seeker. Never was a journey. Never was a self to begin with.

Just this. Unknowable. Uncontainable. Already whole. Already free.

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It’s hilarious and paradoxical at the same time- this automatic 'me' defense system kicking in, as if there’s something real to protect. The greatest threat to "me" is the simple suggestion that it never existed in the first place. It’s like a character in a dream realizing it’s a dream and then protesting- as if that will make it more real.

And, of course, when someone gets triggered, that can trigger something here too- like an echo bouncing back. But even that, even the sense of reaction, is just what happens, without anyone doing it. No choice in getting triggered, no choice in calming down. It’s just this movement playing itself out.

And for the 'me', this is the ultimate robbery. Not money, not possessions- existence itself. It’s the most personal thing, the very foundation of I am. "Don’t you dare take that from me!" Because if the illusion of separation crumbles, what’s left?

Nothing. Everything. And no one left to own it.

And that’s not what “me” signed up for! It thought it was coming here for some spiritual upgrade, some profound awakening experience, maybe a bit of enlightenment bliss. Instead, it’s met with an uncompromising, merciless void that takes away everything it thought was true.

No wonder it gets mad.

The me expected some grand awakening, some special experience to claim. Instead, it’s handed the ultimate insult:

“You were never here.”

And of course, that’s unacceptable! Me won’t go down without a fight- except… there’s no “me” to fight. No battle to win or lose. Just the hilarious, absurd struggle of nothing trying to keep itself alive. Apparently.

The cosmic joke? There was never anything to defend, nothing to gain and nothing to lose. Just this. Already free.

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Do you breathe or does something breathes you? Look at your breath. Something bigger than you wants you to breathe in this body right now. Isnt that proof enough?

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Bruce Lee once remarked,

“Hoping life will treat you kindly just because you’re a good person is like expecting a tiger not to attack you because you’re a vegetarian.”

Life doesn’t adhere to notions of fairness—it simply unfolds."

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On Being Thoughtlessly Aware

Do's

Allow

Aware

Accept

Relax and release

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Don't's

React

Resist

Resent

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Becoming Awareness.

Awareness itself allows us to stand on the riverbank without being sucked into the current.

We are freed from the tyranny of the monkey mind.

Thoughts are still there.

They can be quiet or turbulent, concentrated or wild and scattered. But we have stopped identifying with them.

We have become awareness, not thoughts.

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