Wherever the Mind goes, whatever the Mind does, however the Mind tricks, let it...without resisting. In the sense that we abide by its dictates unreservedly, we worship the Mind. The fact is we shouldn't worship anything knowable. For example, thought 'A' manifests, it carries with it a little dose of hypnosis; thought 'B' manifests and carries with it another little dose of hypnosis; and on, and on... The key is to watch these thoughts--impersonally--for they are NOT the Self!--at least not the way we've become accustomed to regarding them--as specific ultimatums. These are the ripples, waves, froth, etc. on top of the substratum ocean of Self: they are not the Self--rather a projection FROM the Self. This is what needs to be watched. Vairagya through viveka (discrimination between the real and unreal is applied, followed by detaching from the unreal).

Thinking is the most powerful habit we have; it's literally the engine of the ego, and is in fact what enables it to exist. The problem is its tendency to contract our awareness into its limited slots of value judgments. We have to realize that it's continuously carving and shaping our otherwise naturally infinite consciousness into false representations of the Self, precisely because we're tricked into believing in its limited parameters. This is why it's important to cultivate vairagya (dispassion), effectively being the witness and not the victim of mind-stuff.

The *ordinary* feeling of Self is Itself nothing less
than the very source and essence of Self-realization.
The idea that it is something exotic and mysterious is a gross fallacy.
The reason people don't recognize this *ordinary* state of Self-feeling
to be Self-realization is due to the interfering-mechanism of the Mind:
which assails them with the apparent neverending river of judgements.
This is what needs to be transmuted.
Done through a click in the heart.

The whole Mind mechanism is not to be trusted. Whatever emotional-based excursion it takes us on is purely arbitrary, impermanent, limited and, thereof, fictional. Regardless of what hard momentary conclusions it compells us to reach--philosophical, scientific, religious, socio-political, demographic--it is yet founded on a history of illusion, being a product of desire for sensible entertainment. (For who?)

The Mind is a phenomenon whose origin is an unsolvable mystery. It is purposeless, aimless, and non-symbolic. Our habitual propensity to follow its ploys and magnetic insights is met with eventual vanity and waste.

The miracle of infinite idea-streams, beliefs, visions, events, dynamics, contentions, and theses, are devoid of merit except if indexed as dependently co-arisen from the Attributeless Source. In which case the particulars have no discernable face. (Therefore the Mind is unconditionally empty.)

Such conclusions that terrors, fears, tragedies, blunders, sorrows can at all result from omissions or comissions of thoughts, words, or deeds, is the mahamaya of this [ALREADY non-existent!] Mind.

So, where are these words coming from?
(Well then, prove that they're really here!)

Repetitiously attaching ourselves to Mind's inert contractions, despite that Freedom's door is open before us, whilst sirens, fire, cyclonic wind and heartstopping boredom frozen in the skeleton angrily oppressing the little piece of hallucination to finally yield its arrogance...YES! The ultimate truth That Thou Art is **all there ever was, is, and will be!**

Where's the problem?! What visions? What beliefs? What ideals, utopias?

Amen, The Pure Sky of Consciousness.

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                           "Who am I?" 

..........tears through the fallacies of mindworks like lightning
the time-stopper result is unmentionable the universal causal
denominator is from the inside lived as it ever always and forever
quite IS and there's only some imagined protest hallucination because
some residual momentum leaving trails of doubts out of ancient habit.

No cause for the diversion of That natural attention except by funny
dramatic-trick inhering in pure consciousness--which isn't possible!

Therefore advaita gets successfully transcended and herein discarded 
in the name of That which beats the spirit Heart in the perfect NOW.

No complications left on the radiant battlefield...rather, I'm ONLY

                           THAT IAM.

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