People come up to me in the street and ask me to keep blogging.
God knows why. It’s not like I’ve got anything interesting to say; just an interesting way of saying it.
It’s all crap.
This is what I have to say: nothing. I’m just a poor cunt trying to make sense of everything, like you.
But there is one thing I know: the world is an illusion, and if you take it to be real you will suffer.
You are awareness, I am awareness. We’re the same awareness; we’re the same thing.
In fact there is only one thing and we are it.
To call it “one” is misleading because “one” implies “many” and there is nothing else.
Even if there was something that existed outside of awareness it only exists as an idea in awareness.
We take ourselves to be the body. We are not the body. The body is a something (like the world) that we perceive when our eyes are open. Close your eyes and the body and the world are gone.
If you look honestly and directly into your own experience you will see that when your eyes are closed there is no body, there is no world; there are sensations which thought tells us are the body and the world.
But they are not the body, and they are not the world. They are mental arisings in awareness. Do we believe ourselves to be the mind (thoughts, feelings, sensations, beliefs and ideas) or that which is conscious of them?
Who are you? The mental arising or the awareness in which it takes place?