Mystic 1800

The realization of reality would lead into liberation. People have no idea how far from reality they are. We have no idea, what a big illusion is this, what we perceive as "reality".
    I won't say I'm some kind of exception, some kind of superman, who is liberated, free, illuminated, enlightened in state of nirvana, - no, I'm not. I'm not even close.

On other hand, I had - at least couple of times - glimpse of what lies beyond dirty windows of our so called reality. I was alive, couple of times, couple of seconds, in my whole life. And I'm sure you were too, and I'm sure that's something we're looking for. Some in money, some in sex, sport, spirituality, church, religion, etc..

I said, that realization of reality would lead directly into liberation - the enlightenment; by the fact that most of the people aren't illuminated and liberated, we can conclude, they lost the touch with reality. And when I talk with people, when I'm looking my own life, I can see how very far from reality we actually are. It's like living in a dream.

So what is reality? I have no answer, I haven't seen it, since if I would, I probably wouldn't be here, writing this post.
    I can say, what the reality isn't, I can tell a lot about being dead.
When talking about "reality", I won't go into things like perception of physical reality, I wont talk about our senses, and how things are processed in our brain - I don't even have enough knowledge about this, to be able write about it with any confidence. I can say however, that even physical reality, the world we see, isn't seen from our eyes -- they do provide data, which is processed, cut down, and "enriched" with our believes, fears, expectations, etc...

Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
-- Albert Einstein

What actually lead me into writing this post, wasn't the questioning about physical reality, about outer world - but rather about our inner world. The fact, that we don't live our life fully, that we're ready to sell ourselves into slavery, that we're so easily ready to sell our believes; we're so easily ready to believe words of other people, rather than our intuition, rather than our own experiences or even our own eyes. All those things, lead into realization, that this isn't life, it's rather some state between life, and death - between being awake and dreaming (mostly we're dreaming of course).

If I go and see the doctor today, and he/she will told me, I have couple of months to live, I'll probably really die in couple of months. Not because of any fatal illness, but because of being so sure, about his/her words, I'll taken them more seriously than my inner feelings. Well - this was a little joke - but really - people has some kind of respect towards doctors. I hear them saying: "doctor said that, so it must be true". They have similar respect towards other figures, like politics, priests (couple of decades ago), etc...
    I actually heard on TV sometimes - on those rare occasions I've watch it - about "small people"; yes, we're labeled as small people - compared to the politics for example. And many people would agree with that: "ohhh, yes - I'm small person - unimportant". :) How funny is that?

People will very gladly admit, and truly believe - that they're nothing. And because, they do believe so, they allow to be tortured, humiliated, and exploited.
    Admitting you're nothing, has "good" point too, by admitting so, you can easily blame others, for just about any of your problems. That's why politics are so admired and so big - "small" people, really perceive them, as savior - and the devil on other hand.

We're what we are. Nor black, nor white, full of colors, capable of being as big as the biggest or as small as the smallest.
    At night, I sometimes looking into the sky, seeing all the stars, - they bring smile on my face. We're so small, so unimportant, and invisible. It's so funny, that one invisible dot, on invisible dot - our earth, in hardly visible dot - our solar system, thinks, how big she is. And another invisible dot, think how small she is, compared to another invisible dot. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Nothing. One big zero, emptiness, void.

But yet, we're so happy to compare - the whole system of comparison works so well, since we always find someone who's smaller than us - and we beat it, step on it, smash it, - with such a pleasure. "Yes," said the small man, "my boss is bigger than me, and I'll do whatever he say - but you cat - you're smaller than me, and I'll crush your head with this shovel"; This isn't so good, and I could cry. But I could cry even more, when I see war, in which two masses start killing each other, based on religion, nationality, or based on any other silly illusion. Dear reader, if there was any doubt, about this world being awaken or not, war and hatred clearly shows, that people actually aren't awake, they don't think - they have brain, but they don't use it. We have a world, of zombies.

Who else I could quote (again) if not Albert Einstein: "Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe."

To be alive, to be awake, it's the same; if you're not awake, dreams will carry you, dreams will create daemons, dreams will turn you into beast. You must wake up.

To be awaken is to see, to see though your eyes, to be equally invisible dot, in infinity of universe. To be awake is to feel now, not to be lost in tomorrow or yesterday. Feel on your skin, see thought your eyes, taste, hear. Trust yourself, and love yourself and love the world around you.
    Understand yourself as you are, - you're equal, no one has the right to step on you, and you have no right to step on any being. Throw away your guns, tear down the walls; and see the magnificence of surroundings.

You were born with wings. Why prefer to crawl through life?
-- Jalal ad-Din Rumi

I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things... I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind.
-- Leo Buscaglia

Dear reader, you can understand my writing as "new age" shit, as something impossible, and you can return to your own, old way of perceiving; return to your reality, which is dark or light, materialistic or spiritual - you don't have to take me serious at all. You can say, that world is, what it is, and you are what you are - and you can say, that you don't need any of the "silly -false- happy philosophies". And you know what - when you believe something, you're always right, so I can't argue, and I must admit that dark and depressing world indeed do exist and we're all part of it.
    If you came here, and read this - since you feel a bit out, feel a bit like turning into a vampire, a bit like dieing, sleeping - I can say -- gosh, deal invisible dot - smile, and keep looking, and you'll see.

Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.
-- Jalal ad-Din Rumi