The funny things that happen to you

My dear friends, I don't live here anymore. After years of rigorous discipline, self investigation and careful observation, I've escaped the ratty theater of everyday life. I'm on my way to be an empty man, a being who no longer has attachments to the world as you know it.

I would like you to do something today. I would like you to suspend judgment. Don't come here to these pages armed with "common sense." It's useless. Today I want to ask you, just for a five minutes that you spend here reading this, to open yourself to the option I'm going to tell you. But don't read this like an intellectual. I know them very well, the intellectuals are dead and arrogant.

You hold onto common sense and your intellect with all your strength, like an ape, insane ape. 

I don't go around and talk to people about awakening but for a moment, I'm here, on this blog. A month, maybe two, maybe a year or so and then I'll disappear. 

I'm not a saint, I'm not a self-realized, I'm not enlightened man but I know more than you and being in obligation to all those I learned about spiritual awakening, I'm writing this blog for you and you only. I'm here to show you certain things. 

Just like you I'm a voyager, a traveler. I would like you to understand me. Stop taking yourself as a body with thoughts and feelings. You are not that. Thoughts and feelings are funny things that happen to you. You've never been, you're not and you'll never be that.

You are the Self that is beyond everything. You cannot be talked about or described at all. Everything what you know, you are not. You are not this, not that... You are not the presence (consciousness), you are not the absence (of consciousness, like deep sleep state), you have no qualities at all.

The physical body and daily portion of water and food brings your sense of presence. The body has never been a problem, yet, between the body and yourself there lies a cloud of thoughts and feelings. Those funny things neither serve the body nor yourself. 

These thoughts and feelings are flimsy, transient and meaningless, mere mental dust that blinds and chokes, yet they are there, obscuring and destroying you.

The memory of an event cannot pass for the event itself. Nor can the anticipation. There is something exceptional, unique, about the present event, which the previous, or the coming do not have. There is a livingness about it, an actuality; it stands out as if illuminated. 

There is the Presence, which the past and the future do not have.

What gives you the present sense?

There is nothing peculiar in the present event to make it different from the past and future. For a moment the past was actual and the future will become so. 

What makes the present so different? 

Obviously, your presence! You're real for you are always in the now, in the present, and what is with you now shares your reality. The past is in memory, the future in imagination.

There is nothing in the present event itself that makes it stand out as real. It may be some simple, periodical occurrence, like the striking of the clock. In spite of your knowing that the successive strokes are identical, the present stroke is quite different from the previous one and the next - as remembered, or expected. 

A thing focused in the now is with you, for you are ever present; it is you that impart reality to the present event.

But you consider memories, you bring the forgotten into the now, or you bring imagination, something that doesn't exists at all... and then you worry.

Things and thoughts have been changing all the time. But the feeling that what is now is real has never changed, even in dream. Be that... Be before thoughts and feelings. Try, you'll not regret.