The six biggest truths ever told
Time doesn’t exist.
It doesn’t move or go anywhere,
as it is always now.
There is no purpose or meaning to life.
There is just what’s happening right now.
There is no individualized soul within or god out there.
What is within is the god that is everything, everywhere.
You are not your thoughts.
You experience yourself as a thought-based identity,
but that’s not who you are.
Your internal dialogue is you talking to yourself.
It’s only thought thinking to itself.
You don’t exist and you’ll never die.
The mind-identity that you think you are will one day die,
but the “you” that you truly are will never die.
A “you” as a separate self never existed.
There was never an individual you outside of thought—not now—not ever.
Where did time go?
There is no time.
The night and day caused by the spinning Earth,
the seasons occurring by its rotation around the sun:
There’s no time needed for any of that.
Life’s purpose
There is no meaning to life,
apart from what we make up in our heads.
Those who say they haven’t discovered their life’s purpose yet
have already found what they were looking for.
The death of the immortal soul
Oh my god, there is no God,
Not a god that’s separate from the self.
There is only one god,
and that is the god of the no-self self.
There is no soul to carry on,
no one to be reincarnated,
no life after death,
no death beyond thought
and no thought-afterlife.
The man in my head
I am the man in my head.
There’s no one here but me,
all alone on the Starship Enterprise,
looking out there
while forever in here.
Those incessant chattering inner voices:
the inner critic, the nurturer, the accepting self;
the commentator, the one asking the questions;
and the answerer, the wise man and the stupid fool.
The observer and the observed;
the rational mind, the emotional mind, the wise mind;
the internal parent, the child, the adult self;
the id, l'ego, the super-ego.
So many voices, chattering away,
representing separate parts of the same thought-based identity.
Lost in space, alone, on a voyage where
no one is boldly going nowhere,
where we have all already gone before.
The illusion of the thought-based self-identity
I think, therefore I am,
but who am I without thought?
Thought thought, “Oh, I see, I’m not thought,”
but that was only a thought, thought by thought.
I am thought
believing in itself as a self,
so am I only thought, thinking?
Is that who I am?
Thought thought,
“Who am I without thought?
I don’t know, I can’t know.
That’s it,” thought thought,
“I live in not-knowing,” it thought.
“If I can’t think myself over it,
around it, through it or under it,
then I won’t think at all,” thought thought.
“Then after a while,” thought thought,
“When I’m not thinking,
that’s who I really am, a non-thinking self.”
And then it realized
that was just another thought.
I really thought I was real,
but I found that all I ever was
was a thought-based identity,
all along and always.
It was just thought a-thinking.
I am nothing and I am everything,
living within the power of now,
with the power of thought
thinking I am whatever it is
I think I am.
No one is here
The thought-identity exists,
only because it believes in a self.
But the self isn’t real,
only imagined in thought.
If the thought-based self is an illusion
that doesn’t exist,
then there’s no one here to know,
only thought tick-tocking.
I am a lonely voice in my head,
talking to myself.
Who am I dialoguing with,
when I know I’m alone within?
Our internal dialogues with ourselves
and our conversations with those out there
are all done, as we live alone
on this Robinson Crusoe Island
that we call Earth.
There was no one here to know
that the inside of my head
was deserted all along,
an empty space full of me.
It was always just me talking to myself,
no one talking to The One
and The One talking to no one,
when there were never two.
We think as one and we talk as one,
because there was never anyone else here
but The One,
thinking and talking to itself.
The “not-me” is not “me”
There is no one else here but me,
with no identity, no purpose and no soul.
And most shockingly of all,
there is no me.
The “me” that I thought I was
was only a thought wanting to believe
in a “me” with an individual identity,
with purpose and a reason to live,
and an afterlife or rebirth to look forward to.
Right now, in this moment,
there is life, there is thought.
There is sensation and there is this expérience du moment présent.
For now, I only need to just be,
without any need to be a “me.”
Within this, (I can’t get rid of it) bloody now,
there is a “me” trying to not be a “me,”
trying to accept myself as a “not-me,”
but I can’t be what I’m not.
and I’m neither a “me” nor a “not-me.”
I refuse to be a “me trying to be a not-me,”
but I am not a “me,”
so perhaps all there is to do
is just be.
There is no “me,”
but there is being,
and being is who I am:
A human, just being.
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