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The self defeating tyrant of mind.

Ideas float up to the surface, they friction against each other and give birth to new and more refined ideas. What a beautiful process. Effortless.

I let them play and chase one another as they please. I do not interfere.

The moment I interfere I become the self defeating tyrant of my own mind.

Even this tyrant is an illusion.
It dissolves by itself the moment it is seen.

But seen by whom?


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Publicerad 2018-11-03 13:44



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  Jan Widströmer VIP
Our self is free to go when we go, the observer, the rest is the plays we play when ignorant of this, but observant of what comes to our minds and senses. Usually we only pay attention to our senses and what they tell us for the moment, and then we believe that this is our real self or soul, as we usually calls it. Confusion is what most of us live in, and that is hard to cure, a human condition.
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