I live... I dream... I sleep... I wake... I eat... I drink... I poop and I pee... I cough... I read... I look, listen, I feel and I taste, in short I am aware... I body... I think...

But I also blow as the wind... I shine... I cloud... I drive and I fly and I whistle, I bicycle and I walk... I sport... I grow and I blossom... I die and I am born... I build and I demolish...

I water... I burn... I freeze... I sky... I make... I preserve... I destroy... I...



I am and I am not.... I has never become you... I was there before you... I is the only one that is always already there but before time and space... I am impossible to capture... Not in any word or method whatsoever... I cannot be experienced, all experience appears within me... Everything comes and goes in me the one that never comes or goes...

What comes and goes is like a dream or illusion that appears, so real... so beautiful or terrible as long as it lasts... But real or unreal to whom does the world appear? The whole universe? To me... But who am I?

What is seen as separate from all else, the convulsion of identification with body and mind, that I when sought has never been found. Thoughts about who, what or how I am, a feeling of being a separated I appear objective to me... One is aware of them, where do they come from? where are they now? Keep looking, you are already that which sees them... Wonder who am I? Wonder who is the one wondering... Can this one be found? Does it exist at all?

What you think you are is like seeing a scary man in dim light which turns out to be a scarecrow. Has the man ever really existed? Can the man do anything to recognise his true I? All this time there was only the scarecrow.



Everything is like a refection of your true self, it is like being a mirror, everything can appear in it but the refection shall never know or experience the mirror...


When this becomes clear beyond thoughts this can be paired with bliss, a feeling of happiness, you'll want to keep repeating this, make it permanent, wonderful for a long time but a trap, nothing and I mean absolutely nothing in the appearance can and shall ever become permanent, it appears within you, nice but who are you to whom does it appear? What is the unchanging you that is neverending beyond bliss, beyond being and non-being?

I... before I and you, before everything and nothing, before any idea... Only as That alone one can [as a manner of speaking] say I am That and That is All!...

That pretends it becomes all this, including you, but there is only That having the superimposition that the waking dream is real... Knowing That am I as I is the only end of all misery, all uncertainty...

And then there was an elephant who blew the story away!

The Self hides Itself from Itself by projecting all of this illusion [and then identifying with a separate part of it], this big theatre show of duality, like a house of fun that can turn into a haunted house or a fantastic dream that turns out to be a great nightmare.





This can be directly experienced by ignoring the show or dream including ourself without falling asleep [which actually means falling back into yourSelf]. We need to know what is I or Self or actually what its not... We think we are this body mind organism but are we?
Is this person always there? Does the body or mind always stay the same? Who am I that can ignore the world and its false identity and fall away in sleep?

Sitting straight with eyes closed sort of like falling asleep but the instant you feel your dosing of open the eyes and again leave everything to be exactly like it is; the outside world and its noises and attractions, the inside world and its distracting thoughts. When noticing you are getting totally distracted by thoughts then and there look if you can still find those thoughts, did you actually look? Great, could you find any still? Then wonder ''thoughts are gone but I the one that noticed them is still here, then who am I? Look for the one that notices thoughts, dont think about this, look... When the eyes close and right before falling asleep do it all again.

This I or Self that notices is like a fire which is there but cannot be seen by the smoke or the salt in a glass of water that cannot be seen after a while but is surely there or like the stars during the daytime. But the Self cannot be known objectively at all, not trough any action or practise done by the person cause if it could it should be traceable itself. The perfume of bliss or uncaused happiness is your compas. But be careful, the bliss cannot last, only you who knows of it and itself never comes or goes, the unknown knower of all really lasts. The one that already was before this grand universal illusion started...