Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Illusion requires maintenance

Everything is illusion.  We are the creators of our experiences.  My life hasn't changed.  I thought when I leave illusion behind there will be a drastic change, that I will live in paradise.  Instead I am carrying water, chopping wood, without a story.  My life is ordinary.

My life has always been ordinary except my stories made it interesting, hoping for the future to save me and fulfill me. I am waking up to the activities I have always done.  I am not suddenly becoming a different person.  I am still the same, only now I notice me.

Technically we are always present.  The mind takes us away from presence.  We are not our minds.

The mind needs excitement and purpose and builds illusion like crazy.  Its all made up.

Only this moment is real.
All decisions are made in the present moment.
All feelings are felt in the present moment.
All actions are taken in the present moment.

What happens when people wake up and no longer play a role. Marriages were kept together because both shared the same illusions and called it love.  But everything is falling apart.

The energies have been speeding up drastically.  I can't think straight.

I don't know whats going on, but it feels good.  It feels like something big is happening at a very deep level.  A wonderful, sweet transformation.

If we get what we want we will go deeper into the illusion.

I didn't get what I expected.  The mind always makes up its own version of what life should be or should become.

Reality is:  I am back where I started.  Reality is: I am doing what I am doing.

There is a big movement going on: Ascension.  Its another illusion.  Its something they are fabricating in their heads to escape reality, always looking to the future for a better life.  Tomorrow is another illusion.

Reality is: We are where we are.

True, there is something bigger going on.  But our minds aren't in charge of it.  We aren't doing it, we are being done.

Git'r done.

Reality is:  Nobody knows what's going on. 

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