The game of seeing you look for yourself in others

[Cathal]

We are all unconsciously/consciously trying to return to our non-dual essence which is what we all inherently are, free of inner conflict, we are trying to find ourselves. 99% of people you observe are trying to find it in some'thing' - person, object, thought, belief - you can just see it raw and gross and it's beautiful in some ways and you can respect the journey everyone is on and find admiration for all the different ways it is expressed

And even in suicide, utter depression, utter agony, you are still looking. You think suicide will return you to a place where you will not suffer. It is just so beautiful it really is. You find such a joy in seeing it and seeing the suffering is always just us trying to find ourselves, merge with who truly are under the layers of what we created, no seperation, no exclusion. It's just the most perfect game - and until you truly confront consciously the obstacles within you will have this restless seeking energy inside of you that nothing, no practice, no one experience, no drug, no person/thing will free you from

You will eventually see surrendering to this seeker within is dropping all the acts of ignorance, willing to truly leave decade old patterns, habits, hobbies, beliefs, people, family - all your attachments binding you in seperateness. There is 'knower' that always knows what is good and bad for you and how to return you, the father is within you, you are already the guru, you are the buddha, you are everyone you imagine in your mind to be seperate from you, when you start to be radically confrontational with yourself and facing deep rooted fears

There only leaves a compassion within, as you the creator see your creation suffering trying to find what is. Love emerges through giving, give your love to be free. 

 

[puporing]

[Matthew85]

"I am out with lanterns, looking for myself."

[Eternal Unity]

Nicely put!

[TheAlchemist]

(a fictional story below)

So, the other night I had this really scary, terrifying dream. I was experiencing profound terror and pain at the loss of all my loved ones, as they were being tortured to death one by one in front of my eyes. I was in absolute fury at who ever allowed such things to happen.

In a fury, I went searching for the one responsible for all this. I was determined to find them. I searched through every inch of the dream. I looked at the dream from every possible angle. I contemplated for seemingly thousands of hours. I went to all the great masters, the great teachers who knew how to explain these things. I did all possible things to try and understand why such evil and such suffering could exist. 

Some things I discovered were easing the pain a bit, but I never found a satisfying answer. It still did not make any sense. 

But then, in a moment that was not in time.

I became aware I was dreaming! Of course!

I realized that all that ever seemed to happen, happened in one dream. There was no one responsible, because no one was in control of the dream. In fact, there was no separate person there at all at any point, only one, all pervading substance or being that was imagining separate individuals.

The dream was totally, utterly imaginary. The dream was just my imagination. So nothing had even happened. Nobody was hurt!

At that moment I burst into ecstatic laughter, as I looked at the deepest suffering. What a joke!