Blog Post 2-26-25

It seems natural to assume there is a real universe made up of things—particles, galaxies, and everything in between. However, it is the illusory self that takes what is naturally whole and divides it into separate objects and parts. Absolutely everything that appears is simply this empty appearance. There is nothing behind it, no substance holding it together, yet it lacks nothing at all. Without the self, there is no time, space, or scale—just this, effortlessly appearing. There is no meaning or purpose behind what appears, because this is already perfect and complete as it is.

Blog Post 2-19-25

The self, as an illusion, operates within the confines of its own imagined reality. It may seek freedom through its own dissolution, believing it can undo itself with effort. Yet an illusion cannot deconstruct itself because any such attempt only reinforces the illusion. Like a flame trying to extinguish itself, there's absolutely no hope of success. Liberation isn’t the result of the self dismantling itself, but simply the "me" disappearing without effort or reason. What remains is this, unbound and free—untouched by anyone whatsoever.

Blog Post 2-12-25

Many seekers imagine liberation to be a transition, a shift from their current state into their true identity as pure awareness. This idea offers comfort, as though there were something stable and real to become. However, this message is not about trading one identity for another, no matter how lofty it may seem. It points instead to the end of identity altogether—the disappearance of both the "me" and the illusion of a truer self as an ultimate reality. With no identity to uphold, all traces of self and awareness simply fall away, leaving only this seamless, empty appearance—devoid of anyone to know it.

Blog Post 2-5-25

The dream of "me" appears so vivid, so real, that its dissolution often seems like a monumental event. Yet when liberation apparently happens, it becomes obvious that there never was a dream to begin with. The entire narrative of separation, seeking, and resolution was no more than an illusion—a shadow without a source. The end of the dream isn’t an event or achievement; instead, it reveals that nothing was ever bound or asleep in the first place. There is only this as it is, perfect and whole—untouched by the illusion that it was ever otherwise.