Blog Post 12-25-24

The sense of presence creates the feeling of a self at the heart of life, yet this presence is imagined. There is no one to exist, to vanish, or to experience what unfolds. Life appears effortlessly—unshaped by the notion of a central figure. The illusion of presence gives rise to the concept of absence as its counterpart, both equally lacking any foundation. Absence is simply the flip side of the imagined presence of a "me." Upon liberation, it becomes obvious there was no self to vanish, because there never was one in the first place. There is only this empty appearance—completely undivided, needing no one whatsoever.

Blog Post 12-18-24

For the "me," this message offers no comfort, no path, and no possibility of liberation. It unsettles the very foundation upon which the "me" imagines its existence. To the illusory self, this feels like bad news—an undoing of its hopes, dreams, and the imagined journey toward freedom. Yet the good news is the "me" is nothing more than an illusion. Without it, the striving and the seeking simply fall away. Liberation isn't the fulfillment of the "me's" hopes, but the end of the one that could hope at all. What’s left is neither good nor bad—just this as it already is, without the need of a self to attain it.

Blog Post 12-11-24

The sense of separation arises as the feeling of being a distinct presence, giving the impression of a "me" apart from everything else. This imagined divide spawns the story of a world to navigate and a self to inhabit it. Yet, this apartness is as illusory as the "me" itself. Without the sense of separation, it becomes obvious that nothing was ever divided. There is no boundary to cross, no distance to bridge—just this seamless, empty appearance. When the myth of separation disappears, what's left is this as it timelessly is—unbroken, indivisible, and utterly free.

Blog Post 12-4-24

Life simply unfolds, untouched by the illusion of a separate self. Liberation isn't the arrival of something new, but the absence of the one imagined to live life. It's not a change in what is, but the end of the sense that someone is navigating or shaping it. Without that imagined center, this vibrant, unclaimed appearance is free of ownership and control. The striving to grasp or define life falls away, leaving only its effortless unfolding. Liberation doesn't offer understanding or meaning—it is simply the disappearance of the one striving for such things. Life flows as it always has—whole, seamless, and beautifully complete.