An understanding must be first brought into consideration; the understanding that everything is one, that there is no me or you, there just is, this one thought, manifesting itself in an illusion of separation; this illusion of separation resulted as an experimental desire or longing from the one through; experiencing something dissimilar, creating polarized alternatives, being something unlike, scorching away and radiating outwards.

The radiating outwards could perhaps explain the big bang, if there is such a thing. However the big bang states a beginning to time, or implies a start point. While in the experience of one, time is but a practice in the illusion, thus the idea of time in its current format is ultimately obsolete. Future, present and past are the main construct of the illusion. To open your eyes within the illusion is an alternative lie; for you can never open your eyes as a “you”, you can only awaken as a “not you”. That is the part of “enlightenment” that everyone or no-one has been trying to explain, since forever, yet due to the limitations of words and individual perspectives, each seemingly separate one, appearing as an “I” is only seeing from its own two eyes. Alas, any explanation or decoding of the journey would just be like watching another movie and trying to make sense of it. Though, perhaps, it can be helpful, you have to beware prior to embarking on this journey however, that you are the only one that can open your own eyes and wake yourself up. No one can do it for you, no one can tell you how; they can maybe only show you how they did it and from there you might pick up on some information yourself but inevitably it is you that has to start your “awakening journey”.

Are you ready to erase your memory of you?

Everything is telling their stories…. Truth is, there is no story, except, the one story and that one story is perplexed in a vortex of infinite possibilities, infinite what if’s and infinite what if not’s; progressive manifestation. Yet within all the complexities of infinity, they’re all just stories, just other tales told, another legend glorified, and another blockbuster produced, with “I” as the star of the show. The story is, that there is nothing but the story, and that story is just a fleeting thought.

What are we if our lives are just a thought? Then are we thoughts thinking ourselves alive? Are we thinking our lives and living them? What if I am living a fucked up life, a life of pain and despair? How can I be the one thinking myself into that?

“Expectations form virtual realities in the mind; Manifestations transmute them to their physical equivalent within the dream-state. The former is a projection of a non-existent ego, and the later is a fabric of collective “ego-realities”. What we call reality, is not.” – B. Skywalker

Thought; the power you have is the power I give you.

I dig you a hole and sit in it, or I build you a ladder and climb it.

If I surround myself with you, I drown through you; subconsciously.

My mind is very tricky in formulating and thinking my life as I go through its experience. It picks up from my past memories of me, transmits that information and experiences into the matrix of collective thought. Then it synchronizes with all other information and experiences in that web, perhaps recording this planetary cycle’s progression. The matrix then starts molding a manifest for the illusion of future through a digest of possibilities collected from directly experiencing these past memories simultaneously. And, thus the illusion of a future is created. The past however plays an equally important role in creating the conditions for my mind’s function. The illusion of past experiences and their correlated traumas or joy-ness are part of my separation experience experiment. Which resulted in the duality of my emotions, and  myself. The duality of my life is as obvious as a clear sky, I was born to look through two eyes, I have two ears, two hands, two legs, two balls, two nostrils, two ass cheeks, two lungs. The function of my organs is to metaphorically point out my own duality, I think I am two. Though, the deeper I look at my body, I find one heart pumping, one brain divided into two sides and a one non-me looking through the two eyes of a separate – I – ndividual. In the female species there is one womb. This metaphorically points to the womb I am in, this universe. I am the creation of the one that came about from a thought and I’m inside this womb awaiting my exit, from my entrance.

Death is my road to awe. With death I exit this 3D realm to return to… This statement is within itself true, for our bodies will decay, return to the earth and come out as trees or whatever. However, I, the character built within the illusion is what is going to vanish, the individuality of me in this experience. I cannot explain to you what will happen to me after I die, or tell you that there’s heaven or hell. Yet the only thing I can say is that when death happens, I won’t need to worry about what comes next, because I would have entered, and whether I enter as me or a not me, there’s no escaping that exit.

The easiest way of looking at it, is that the way out is the way in, and the way in is the way out. You need to go inside the room to go out, and you need to go out of the room, to maybe come back in again. That’s how it always works. Just keep reminding yourself though, that the you, you think of, as you, is not you. The name, the character and the traits you gave yourself, are not you. They are just an imagination or a thought that you created to watch life through. You’re the observer, life itself functioning as a living thing.

Within these statements there is a limitation brought upon my words, by your perception of words. The idea is that the thing that’s functioning can’t be spoken of, it’s beyond words, it just functions, it is only present, Omni-present, and it is, in its own presence unknown, to itself, but it is not other than you being aware of writing this, through me.