For over 46 apparent years, “I” felt and believed that “I” had a life. That I was someone who had control and free will, that this was “my” life.
“I” never, ever imagined that one day “I” would die in a living body.
Although there was a deep longing to be free and an intense seeking that came along with huge mental suffering, before the “I” apparently fell away, I had never heard of spirituality or non-duality — let alone that this body would share this message one day.
This isn’t a new message. According to the stories there seem to be, “this message” (not that there is one) has always been expressed. People even got crucified for it, put at the stake, burned alive! Not much has changed. Most people aren’t ready to hear that there is no one. So-called society isn’t ready for this either.
When that separate dualistic dream of “me” is no more, that being is no longer hypnotised by money, career, or all those things which seem so valuable. That being isn’t a “good friend” anymore, because it doesn’t support the common beliefs anymore.
That is wild and dangerous — not because you’re violent, but because you see the game for what it is. For the individual, it may look like there is indifference, that “he” doesn’t care anymore.
Paradoxically, when “I” is no more, there can be a deeper love and caring — a deep love and compassion to share this: how life plays hide and seek with itself, and how absolute freedom reveals itself when there is a readiness for “I” to die. Either in a living body or in physical death.
Much love 💙
N.R.
Already NotTwo 