We as we know ourselves are the products of our own beliefs.

We as we should know ourselves are the holder of all beliefs, and hence essentially free and perfect.

This world, this human constitution and history, is nothing but a hearsay. All that is is only accepted to be.

The “I” which playfully entertains this hearsay called the world is that daydreaming God who wished it weren’t perfect and thus had something to do. Like a child who has nothing mundane to do but to imagine, the Pure Subject being pure and perfect falls into its own infinite imagination, as it were, from which experience arises.

There is only one “I” and one experience. Multiplicity is not to see the unity; it is of the nature of ignorance, like a dreaming man who sees the other as separate from himself, little knowing that the other, too, arose from the same dreaming consciousness.

To wake up to Reality, to face the truth, is not to deny the world and its existence. To be enlightened is only to be conscious of the belief-character of the world and oneself, to be aware of the fictional nature of one’s identity and being in the world. To be truthful is to know the truth; and the truth is that all this is nothing but a hearsay, and to deny it is still another hearsay. Love the other as yourself and do as you like. Look at the world as the Kingdom of Heaven, or perhaps as a free experience in Bed&Breakfast. Don’t fret over what happens, for you are not the doer; you are the supreme seers of all things, the listener to all hearsay, the spectator in the myth called human existence.

We ask futile questions such as “Where we came from?” and “Where we are going?” But we ask them precisely because we are never aware that our coming and going are themselves parts of the hearsay we have taken for granted. We keep repeating to ourselves that I had a yesterday and will have a tomorrow; but no one has ever seen a yesterday nor a tomorrow; then and there are the figments of our imagination. The myth of existence may be interesting to listen to but painful if we forget that it is just a story; however, it is not a story that we humans tell ourselves, for we humans are the events within the fiction; rather, it is a story that Consciousness repeats to itself and keeps believing and living it. In reality: We have not come from anywhere and we are not going anywhere, for there is nowhere to go and nothing to be except within the story itself. There is only the eternal now in which consciousness makes up this mythical world and objectifies itself into it as the human person. Consciousness is the master story teller; it creates experience in such a masterful way as if there were a before and an after, a here and a there, to it.

To say that “experience exists, or happens, in the world” is itself an object of experience. There is nothing outside experience, for outside something is itself a notion possible and entertained only within experience. But experience itself is not something in space or time, for space and time are defined and understood only within experience. It is in this sense that the Pure Subject, the sole subject of experience, our true Self, has not come from anywhere and is going nowhere; it is immortal and ever present, for it is presence itself. It is not that it endures forever, for it is outside time and all endurance; it is ever free from all bondage, for it is the very condition and Ground of all spatiotemporal possibilities.

Each “I” experienced in the world is a ray emanating from the One Pure Subject. Failing to directly perceive this Subject we think there are many egos, but once we perform that Sacred Rite of Passage which wakes us up we will be instantly reduced to that Pure Subject; such Reduction is the natural aftermath of the extinction of ego. Again, it is not that we become or fall into the Pure Subject; we are It and we have never been other than It; we had only forgotten our identity.

Upon dying to the ego we find ourselves at the very edge of Pure Experience, in the absolute void; we witness for the first time, in shock and bewilderment, the birth of the world which is a continual event at whose horizon we have been standing from eternity to eternity, for we are the Sole Dweller of The Void. Then and only then we truly see that we are the very goal, the very end, the very point of Being and Nothingness.