I don’t ask God for anything. Because I’ve realised that I have no clue what I want and what I am. What I tell myself that I want means nothing when I observe the one wanting. Because then I know who I really am.

What the ego wants is irrelevant. The one wanting is playing a game of being limited. This limitation is what it tries to overcome, but the limitation itself is the foundation of its perceived existence and perspective.

The ego can never be free. Yet we are always free. People see this as cruel, how the ego suffers. But that’s because they’re playing the role so deeply that they have forgotten their real nature.

It’s okay to play, but the imaginary selves who want to be free, already are, when they realise that they only played a limited character. The I is the same in all of ”us”. ”We” are simply a projection of a mind, a dream, a play. In the dream the trees and the characters are made of the same dream stuff.

Who is the one dreaming? Who is the projector? Who is the one watching? I am. This is the beauty that only the mind can take from you. The one ”suffering” is God himself, but ONLY through our perspective. There is no suffering in God, only in our limited dream world.

The suffering is as real as the one suffering on stage. It’s not real, but we make it real in our mind, while forgetting that we are beyond mind. Mind creates all we perceive, and beyond it we are our true self.

None of this means anything unless it pierces through from symbols in a text to ravage your thought-world. When the realisations from a word crumble the world, you are the one left standing.