In Self-Realization, what do you see?

Beneath the surface of this apparent world, in my gut, lurks an uneasy feeling that I'm not truly at home. The emptiness of my existence reveals itself.

I have started to see things as they are. I see my fearful thought for an imaginable illness, some tragedy, loss of family, loss of job. These fears together with awareness that I'm getting older by each passing day are with me.

There is a certain urgency to make the best of my days before my time runs out.

I'm not sure for you, but I desperately search for answer of my existence. Who am I? What is the world? How I came to be? But there are no answers, except those I'm ready to give myself. I cannot solve this ultimate mystery of existence so tonight I re-read Ramana Maharshi and his teaching.

There is no need for answers, there are no answers. Be as I am, without thoughts, is all that is required.

Q: When a man realizes the Self, what will he see?

A: There is no seeing. Seeing is only being. The state of Self-realization, as we call it, is not attaining something new or reaching some goal which is far away, but simply being that which you always are and which you always have been.

All that is needed is that you give up your realization of the not-true as true. All of us are regarding as real that which is not real. We have only to give up this practice on our part. Then we shall realize the Self as the Self; in other words, Be the Self.

At one stage you will laugh at yourself for trying to discover the Self which is so self-evident.

So, what can we say to this question? That stage transcends the seer and the seen. There is no seer there to see anything. The seer who is seeing all this now ceases to exist and the Self alone remains.

~ Ramana Maharshi

So, there is nothing to be understood!

In the world I have to see the false as false and that is the whole understanding of truth.

My life, all of it, is my path to awakening. I pay attention to what my life is trying to reveal to me, that's all. The mystery of existence should be solved: There is no "me". "Me" is just a thread of memory that gives me a sense of identity.

A constant flow of thoughts and the identification with that flow is the imagined identity. This Zee, this "me" is a dreamed-up character with a mistaken identity based on imagination of "I AM" sense.

"Me", my individuality or personality is simple but persistent bullshit.