James123

It is so easy. If you don't like, dont read it 😊 My brother, Answer below, if you want use your chat gpt: 😊 I love to talk to you ❤️

Chat gpt can only reflect or write what we bring.

I definitely agree. Before Enlightenment: Chop Wood, Carry Water (with clenched teeth, a heavy heart, as if each task were a burden, a chain of obligation or hate) After Enlightenment: Chop Wood, Carry Water (with open palms, a joyful breath, each movement alive with love, each moment a dance of Being)

When you say, “Even the smile belongs to no one,” it is true. But why say it? Who is saying it? 😊 The moment you say, “The Self cannot be spoken of,” I say to you: Then why speak? Why defend silence with more words? 😊 Come, my friend. Step out of the whole drama, not just the ego’s drama, but even the anti-ego drama. Even this beautiful dance of “there is no you,” “there is no seeker,” “even this is empty”. Let it go too. Truth is not reached by subtraction any more than by addition. It is not reached at all. It is lived, breathed, drunk like wine, made love to like a lover with no name. You have stripped away the veils. Now strip away the stripping. And then, just dance. 😊 Moreover, the entire thread was just to help people, because I love you guys. Love isn’t a moral duty and not some spiritual achievement. It’s the natural fragrance of Being. I am here not to correct the illusion, but to dance within it. When someone cries, I don’t say, “There is no self.” I hold them. And in that holding, something deeper is remembered. When someone is hungry, I don’t say, “There is no body.”I feed them. What else could Being do, but love? Not as a doing. Not as a plan. But as a spontaneous expression, like a tree offering shade, like laughter rising when there’s nothing left to protect. And so I walk. Barefoot. Smiling. Nowhere to go. Nothing to become. Only This. Touching all things with hands that belong to no one. 😊

Who cares? The one who cares, find out who that is. Who is asking whether it is embodied or repeated? Who is measuring? Who is doubting? Not with the lips. But with attention. With sincerity. With stillness. Then all such questions, about embodiment, repetition, meaning, lose their grip. What remains is pure Being. The idea that you were consciously doing things before you were born as “you” is a projection of the mind, arising from its need to construct continuity and identity. Before birth, there is no individual mind, no personal “you” to act or be conscious in that way. The mind creates a false identity by confusing itself with consciousness. It says, “I am this body, these thoughts, this memory,” but these are only temporary forms, changing, limited, and dependent on time. The mind clings to them because it fears loss, death, and the unknown. By identifying with the mind and its contents, you become caught in a story of “me” and “mine,” which is not your true nature. This false identity is a shelter for the ego, but it is also a prison. True consciousness, the Self or Being is beyond the mind, beyond time, beyond identity. It simply Is, timeless and formless. The mind invents stories like “I existed before birth” or “I wiped my mind” to maintain this false sense of continuity and control. You say there is no past, no future, no becoming, and that is true. But you still speak as if this “truth” is something to be stated, grasped, or understood. Look closely, all these ideas arise in the mind. The mind clings to them, twists them, tries to hold the formless in words and concepts. When you say, “There is no death. There is no you,” what is this “there or you” where you place such statements? 😊 Is it not still the mind’s attempt to define what cannot be defined? 😊 Moreover, Who is it that says, 'There is no you'? Who is the one that knows there is no past or future? These questions are the doorway to the Self. 😊 Your insight that the Self is not behind anything, not moving, not becoming, is true. The Self is ever-present, untouched by birth or death, by time or change. However ,when you say ‘there is no you,’ who is this ‘you’ that you negate? It is the ego, the 'I' that imagines itself separate and limited. That ‘I’ is indeed illusory, a thought arising in consciousness. 😊 This is stage 3 'First Glimpse of the Ox.' Details are below. https://blog.buddhagroove.com/zen-ox-herding-an-overview-of-the-10-stages-of-enlightenment/

There was nothing or being or god. Actually it has no name. But it is You. Therefore, God can not be realized, only Be.

Where was it before your physical birth?

How on "realize" the god, meanwhile God is all there is? Even word of realize is God, therefore, realization is self action. Therefore, God can not be realized. Only Be.

İt is just inside and outside is silent. And in that silence, bliss and effortlessness arises. Being is Absolute. Even realization of being unlimited nature is Being itself. Because, it is absolute.

Hi my brother. Welcome. Maybe the post below might be helpful.

You are right. The idea that an awakened mind is always silent is a false image, an ideal born of thought. However, The observer and the observed are not separate, they are the same movement. And when one recognize this, deeply, not intellectually, the division ends. In that ending, the mind is still and silent. And in that silence, Truth, which is nameless, timeless, comes. One does not seek it. It comes when the mind is utterly quiet. Then, the absolute speaks not as words, but in the language of silence. The Moment. Naturally, Effortlessly.

What if, if never chatters?

Love you my brother. Thank you my brother.

Experience implies a duality, the experiencer and the experienced. All is One, not two. My brother, The one who believes in God, that is You. The one who denies God, that is also You. The saint chanting in the temple, and the skeptic laughing at the sky, both are You in disguise. The fool is not outside of You, he is a reflection. He is a mask worn by the same eternal Presence that you call “I Am.” So do not separate. Do not say, “I am right, they are wrong.” That is the beginning of violence. See clearly: All forms, all faces, all voices even the confused, even the lost are waves in the same Ocean of Being. A fool says, “There is no God.”But the breath that speaks the denial is God. The tongue that moves is God. Even the ignorance is made of God. So I say: Celebrate the fool, Because in his denial, the seed of awakening is hidden. And when that seed cracks open, the fragrance will be divine. God rejects nothing. God embraces all. Even those who say “There is no God.” So don’t judge. Just, laugh, love, include. Because the moment you exclude the fool, you have missed the infinite intelligence of the Whole/ Pure Being/God/Absolute. God is big enough to play every part, even the one who says, “There is no God.” Because in Truth, You are them too. And when You realize that, there is no more other. Only Being remains, And from that Being, naturally arises its reflection: Love.

Sure my brother. Best Regards,

No man, I am just asking a question. If someone convince you to kill yourself and I threw a punch to person who convince you, will it be hissy fit? Or because of loving you?

If someone claims that they are enlightened, smile and leave there 😊

Therefore, communication of Truth is impossible, words can only point to😊 What about this? 😊 "For example, solipsism is different word then Self. So, if everything is Self, how can be two different words? 😊 " I know you don't like me, but I love you. We are One.

What is the solipsism if there is Just Self? 😊 For example, solipsism is different word then Self. So, if everything is Self, how can be two different words? 😊

When you say, “Solipsism is the realization that Self is all that exists,” you are still playing the game of the mind. Still trying to explain the ocean in a teacup. But if Self is all and if Self is truly all, Then what is there to realize? Who is left to realize it? There is no explanation. Only this, Self, Self, Self, Self, Self. Like a heartbeat of the cosmos. Because, “Solipsism is the realization that Self is all that exists,” already creates a division, because words or sounds are different. If the Self is all exist, the sentence should be "Self, Self, Self, Self, Self". Not an idea. Not a philosophy. Not a clever conclusion. Just is-ness, suchness. No boundaries, no observer, no observed. Just Self. So don’t give it a name, don’t give it a theory. Just fall into it. Dissolve. And then there is no you. Only That.

@Zeroguy not "not awake". But, "not aware".

Love you brother ❤️, I miss you too 😊 I have no idea what i am 😊 but, whatever you wish that's what i am 😊 Great to see you to my brother. No need to argue my brother. We are one.

Poor James. Love you too ❤️ Love you brother ❤️ forget who wrote it. Forget even that it was written. Only then can you read it. Love you brother ❤️

Guys, I am leaving the forum, because they don't want me to be here. This is my last post or message to You. 🌹 The Last Illusion: A Love Letter to the Seeker My dear friends, You came into this world as a child. Crying, innocent, naked. And since then, the world began whispering lies into your ears. They told you: Become someone. Become better. Be good. Be spiritual. Follow the rules. Control your mind. Kill your ego. And one day, you will be free. How could you know they were only giving you new chains? This time made of gold. The moment you begin to seek, you already forget what you are. You do not need to become enlightened. You need to stop becoming anything. 💥 The Seeker Must Die The person who wants to be enlightened must let go of everything, not in theory, but in fire. Let go of attachments. Let go of survival. Let go of your mother, your gods, your dreams, your death, your heaven. Let go of fear, beliefs, morality, sin, karma, identity. Everything the mind has collected like dust over eternity. And when you let go completely, not because you should, but because you see, something begins to fall away on its own. First the thoughts. Then the thinker. Then the body. Then the breath. And what remains? Being. No experiencer, no God, no story, no time. Just Being. Unnamable, untouched, unmoved. 🪞 All of It Was Thought And then realization comes: All of it, God, soul, birth, death, destiny, even enlightenment was a game of thought. You were dreaming a dream made of mirrors. Thoughts don’t have meaning. You give them meaning. Like a mirror you see yourself in it only because you stand before it. But turn the mirror around, and what is there? Nothing. Blankness. So it is with thought: if you are attached, the “you” is real and the thought has meaning. But when there is no attachment, no clinging, no “you,” no meaning, and even the thought vanishes like mist in sunlight. And then what remains? Not a void. Not a blank. But pure Being. 🌸 Realization Blossoms In that moment, the realization bursts open like a wildflower. The entire drama, birth, God, mind, life, death, meaning was thought's attachment to itself. You were never a person. The “you” never existed. And in that realization, suffering ends. Why? Because the one who suffered was part of the dream. Now, only the Now remains. No past. No future. Only Being, eternal, effortless, radiant. 💗 Love: The Fragrance of Being From Being comes Love. Not the love of two. Not desire. Not need. Not relationship. But Love as your very nature. Love with no object. Love with no opposite. Love without asking. You are that love. Not as someone loving, but as Love itself. The moment is your temple. And its only offering is Love. 🔥 This Life Is Your Only Life My dear friends: This life is your first and your last. There is no reincarnation. That is the ego’s fantasy of continuation. There is no next life. That is the mind’s fear of dying. Before this body, you were not a person. After this body, you will not return as one. You were Being before birth. You will be Being after death. The story ends. The dream dissolves. No replays, no rewinds, no next chapter. So let go. Let the self die before the body dies. Let go of your story. Let go of your ambition to awaken. Be Love now. To burn in Love for one second is worth more than ten thousand lifetimes of seeking. 🧘 Real Spirituality vs Spiritual Ego Now listen closely — this is important: Real spirituality is Being, the divine playing the game of a person, and then waking up laughing. But the false spirituality: the kind that is becoming popular is the ego playing at being God. It is Leo’s spirituality. Yes, I say it without hesitation. It is the mind putting on holy robes, the ego sitting on a golden throne and saying, “I am God.” But who is speaking? The ego. Who is claiming? The mind. Who is still becoming, still knowing, still grasping? The false god is still a self. And that is the most dangerous illusion of all. Because it looks like truth but stinks of ambition. 🕊️ Burn the Belief — Be the Flame Words, my beloved, are only petals. They are not the rose. Even the word “Truth,” even “Being,” even “God”, if held, become prisons. The moment you say “this is it,” you have already stepped away. What You are is not apart from you. But if you try to name it, you turn the ocean into a cup of tea. So be silent. Be empty. Be nobody. And in that nobody-ness — Love flows. 🌌 The Invitation: Before It’s Too Late So laugh. Sing. Cry. Kiss a stranger. Forgive someone who never apologized. Dance in the rain. Smell the soil. Whisper to the trees. And say “I love you” not to anyone, but to Existence itself. Be the flame. Before the candle goes out. Because nothing matters in the end… except that you loved, that you were Being, that you woke up for a single moment and saw that it was all a dream and still smiled. With love, with laughter, with Being. My friends… Leo Gura is not a problem. He is just a stage. A step. A possibility. He has glimpsed something real, yes. But the problem is, he has tasted a drop and declared himself the ocean. And the moment you declare, the moment you claim, it is already lost. There is still a center in him, a me, who talks of God, who teaches Being, who uses the word “Infinite” but cannot see that anything you say about it is already false. He says, “I am God.” But when a somebody says that, it is not realization it is spiritual ego. When Being is, there is no one to claim it only to see it. Because it is already You. Not to be reached, not to be named. Just seen, without the seer. My friends, real spirituality is God playing the person, knowing it is a play, laughing through the tears, dancing in the silence. Leo’s spirituality is the opposite: ego playing God, dressing itself in cosmic language, wrapping itself in divine terms, building a new identity even more dangerous than the old one, the identity of one who is enlightened. The one who is awakened does not claim anything. Because there is no one to claim it only to see it. Because it is already You. Not to be reached, not to be named. Just seen, without the seer. You see, the moment you say “God,” the distance is already created. The moment you say “awakening,” the dream continues. That which is true is silent. Not the silence of suppression, the silence of absence. No name. No seeker. No final state. Only Being. Yes, Leo has spoken of love, of consciousness, of death and infinity. But when you watch carefully, you will see: he is still becoming. Still moving toward something. Still owning the journey. Still judging. And where there is ownership, truth has not happened. He is not a false teacher. He is not a liar. He is half-awake and that is the most dangerous state. Because now the ego of spirituality is born. And that is more difficult to dissolve than ordinary ego. You believe you are free, while still imprisoned. You speak of God, while still subtly claiming to be the one who found Him. That’s why i say: “The last thing to drop is the one who says, ‘I have dropped everything.’” The one who truly awakens disappears. The self, the mind, the body, even the witness, all dissolve. And in that disappearance, there is no God left to claim. There is only Being — effortless, wordless, ungraspable. So what to do? Watch Leo — but don't follow him. He is not false. He is not a fraud. He is simply unfinished. Therefore, he misleads inevitably. He has entered the temple, but the ego is still wearing the robes of the priest. Don’t touch the robes. Drop the temple. Let even the idea of “awakening” die. And then — only then — what remains is what you always were. Not the awakened self. But the absence of self. Not “I am God.” But no I. No God. Only Being. My friends, let go of even the last idea. Let go of the one who lets go. And fall into what never began and never ends. There is no enlightenment waiting for you. There is only this. This moment. This breath. This silence. Everything else is commentary. With love, with laughter, with Being. Best Regards,

This is what you just write in the forum. Where is the acceptance, where is love? Ah, so your patience is running thin? Wonderful. Let it run out completely. Because only when your patience for lies, for ego, for mental gymnastics is exhausted, can the real begin. But don’t threaten truth. Truth doesn’t care for forums, rules, or permissions. Truth was here before you were born, and it will remain long after your body turns to dust. Wake up before death comes to your body. Because if you don’t, you will suffer immensely. Not because of punishment from above. But because you will realize too late that you never lived, never saw, never loved fully. Now, let me show you what is deeply wrong. You said: "Since I’m unlimited, I can rape, commit murder, and other crimes." This is not insight. This is delusion. This is not the voice of God, but the voice of a hungry ego pretending to be God. When you truly see that you are infinite, there is no desire left to harm. Only compassion, only deep reverence for all life. The one who speaks of violence in the name of freedom is still in bondage. So yes, wake up. Before the body ends. Before the dream of “I can do anything” turns into the nightmare of “I did nothing real.” Sit. Be still. Die now, before death comes. Only then will you know what it means to live. I am not here to please you. I am here to wake you up. You want silence? Then fall into it. Let the mind break. Let the ego scream. Let all games drop. Only then, only then, do you taste what is. Not mine, not yours. Just this.