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Most people are searching for a peaceful state. However, it is the "first state" - "I am" - which has no reality at all. Everything is already in a natural harmony simply by being itself.

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Death, DMT and the illusion of the one who lives

Many cite Near Death Experiences (NDEs) as evidence for an afterlife, proof that the soul survives death, that consciousness continues, that the “me” goes on. Stories of tunnels, lights, life reviews, blissful reunions or terrifying voids seem to reinforce the belief that death is just a doorway, and someone walks through it.

But science tells a different story.

Fighter pilots under intense G-forces often report the exact same visions- floating out of the body, seeing loved ones, flashing lights, profound peace or fear. Why? Because both NDEs and G-LOC episodes involve gradual oxygen loss to the brain, triggering a cascade of neural and chemical effects.

And then there’s DMT.

Known as the “spirit molecule,” it’s produced naturally in the body and some studies suggest a massive surge of DMT may occur as the body dies. Even after clinical death, the pineal gland or lungs may release DMT, creating deeply immersive experiences. These visions are chemically real but not evidence of a separate soul crossing realms.

From a non-dual perspective

There is no one to live,

and no one to die.

No one continues.

No one ever began.

Whether through oxygen loss or a final DMT burst, what appears in those moments is just this, the same dream of separation, playing out its final scene.

The illusion says: “I am dying.”

Or “I am returning to the light.”

But there is no “I.”

Only appearance.

Only aliveness.

Not yours.

Not mine.

Just this.

Even death… is just a story no one lives to tell.

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Not even oneness.

This “message” isn’t about belief, truth, knowing, or connection. Those all presume separation and someone having them. Which are both illusions. It’s the apparent end of the one who could ever know or believe anything.

It’s not that “all things are connected” or “part of a whole”, that’s still the dream of parts, relationships, meaning and separation. There aren’t any things at all. No parts to connect, no whole to reach, no one to be unified or separate.

It can’t be proven because it’s not separate from anything. Proof would need distance, but there’s none. No subject, no object. Just what is. Not a state, not a belief, not a knowing. Too simple for that, not even oneness.

It doesn’t bring peace or frustration or any particular outcome, because there’s no one left to receive anything. Just this, already. Whatever’s seemingly happening. Nothing to gain and no one to get it.

Thoughts can still circle, calling it “pure emptiness” or “oneness,” but that’s only the dream interpreting the dream… thought speaking to thought, trying to pin down the ungraspable. It turns what is (nothing) into something- something to understand, believe, grasp, keeping the loop of separation alive.

Thoughts may still circle, calling it “pure emptiness” or “oneness,” but that’s only the dream interpreting the dream… thought talking to thought, trying to pin down the ungraspable. It turns what is (nothing) into something to understand, believe, or grasp, keeping the loop of separation alive.

Even framing “oneness” as a belief some people feel as true keeps the subject–object split: someone feeling, someone believing, someone experiencing. That isn’t the collapse of the dream, it’s just the dream trying to explain itself. And it sounds so reasonable, which is why it’s so seductive. But in the end, it still says: “you are here and something else is there.”

Still waiting…

Still suffering…

Still searching…

Still interpreting…

And what’s being pointed to has nothing to do with any of that. Not even close.

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Love sets you free… I once wrote.

What does it mean?

It didn’t come from thought. It wasn’t something I believed. It just… appeared. Like a whisper from nowhere. A knowing that didn’t belong to anyone.

Not love as a feeling, not the bond, the warmth, the story between two. But something far more wild, far more empty. A love that doesn’t ask for anything. Doesn’t need to be returned. Doesn’t come and go.

Just this. This breath. This movement. This light that doesn’t come from anywhere. Life without a center. A beauty that shines without needing a reason.

It’s not about two becoming one. It’s the end of the illusion that there were ever two. It’s the quiet death of the seeker, the one who hoped, who longed, who needed meaning. And when that illusion dies, what’s left is not loss. It’s not absence. It’s everything.

Effortless. Weightless. No center. No name.

Love doesn’t free you. Love is the freedom that was never missing.

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Even surrender becomes a trap.

Another doing. Another strategy.

Another illusion of control,

seemingly reinforcing the illusion of duality.

Trying to stop trying… is still trying.

Trying to surrender… is still tension.

There’s no escape from the dream through effort, only the collapse of the one who tries.

And that collapse

isn’t the fulfillment of the dream,

but the end of the dreamer.

The end of the game and the imagined player, who never was.

It’s not freedom to choose.

It’s freedom from the chooser.

The dreamer believes it can wake itself.

That enough effort will dissolve the illusion.

But all that striving is the dream, continuing,

still maintaining the illuson of separation.

Seeking sustains the seeker.

Seeking is the avoidance of what already is:

unbroken, whole and complete.

Eventually, the effort burns out.

The seeker grows tired.

The “you” becomes exhausted.

And life, in its strange mercy…

may just kill you.

Not the body,

but the idea of “you.”

And in that death,

what was always true becomes obvious:

There was never a you apart from life.

And that…

that is the freedom that was never missing.

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