The appearance of the sense of self apparently arises. But the content of the appearance is a dream. It's an appearance dreaming that it is someone. This someone is never found, has no substance and no foundation. Yet it believes itself to be real, a real person with a solid foundation called me and my life. But where is this life of mine. It's a dream.

Being aware of being aware. Then there is being aware of being aware of being aware. How about being aware of being aware of being aware of being aware. And on it goes!! The hall of mirrors, the trick of the me. Me looking at me looking at me etc etc..... Me looking is the illusion of there being someone looking. Who's looking? No one!

Non duality is nothing to speak of. Its an empty word in this endeavouring to explain this emptiness. It's kinda pointless but just is and at the same time it's an expression of the wonder. Then you get nondualism. Here's a scenario. You're talking to someone about something ordinary, lets say for an example; A: "Hi how are you." B: "oh my dog is ill and I feel sad." A: "But there is no one to feel sad, it's just what's happening." B: (sighs and rolls eyes). A: "What are you

Ok so I am going to give you a run down of who has it and who doesn't. ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... NO ONE! There is no one to have anything! What happens is when someone thinks that someon

Non Duality can sometime come across as quite dry and heady. I do love this aspect as well as the juicy wonder of this message. This I think it is because the illusion needs to be exposed and undermined. I love the logic of it, the simplicity, the razor sharp knife that strips away the fantasy of there being someone who loves in time and space. Also in this life, this appearance is bloody miracle. It appears as all the earth, the pain, murderers and life givers. It blasts int

Life, what is, is so astounding. How could it ever have been missed. This is the amazing thing when seeking for it stops happening. Suddenly life shows itself to have always been here appearing as everything. It is also clear that the seeking was also the life appearing. Only when that apparent reality of being separate leaves, is that revealed. The wonder is suddenly revealed. In every sense life appears as being a miracle, astonishing and utterly ungraspable. It is total f