I have something to say to you and I will say it a thousand times till you hear what I have to say. Until you listen, really listen… Hear, what I have to say.
Where you think you are geographically, personally or spiritually is just a visualization. You are invisible. Everything that appears to you is a concept , Even that you are the one. There is no continuity of time, neither is there any kind of progression. Now appears and now disappears for another now. Unless you believe with a logical mindset that you are seeing the same images everyday, every smallest part of a Millisecond is fresh and new. You can stay as this to which there is only this spontaneous adventure of eternal delight. Or you can choose to define yourself as your name, story, personality and what not.
How can you know this you ask? Maybe through questioning what all this was about. It's not really rocket science for which you might need a degree. It is by your own your capacity to understand the truth through your experience of life and time and death and strife. And allowing yourself to accept that you know absolutely nothing.
It came about as I was watching a scene in a movie, where the protagonist is crying to her God about her troubles… An insight spoke out and asked, "where is this trouble she speaks about when she sleeps?" Where is her story when she sleeps? Where is she when she sleeps!? Isn't the truth that she is that which she disappears into when she sleeps? Isn't that which is always here and is totally beyond life and death? Totally beyond being human or anything else? But you don't want to hear this for it will shatter your world… You don't want to hear this because, it is just too radical… So continue as you will. But the truth will wait for you to finally see that you are that which is beyond all images and appearances …Indescribable yet the only thing that is. Absolutely everything is included within this dream of being awake as a human, or awake as consciousness. And this needs to be seen through as just as illusory as the imagined stories. It doesn't matter then if there is silence or noise. What can you say about yourself when everything including consciousness is an appearance within this that does not appear or disappear ? Don't even know if it can be said that this is within, for it could just as well be without. Because in the end it joins the smoke and mirrors that was reflected as yourself, when you see that there is no you… Only That.