It seems to me that everyone around has his or her own opinion about how the Universe is designed. And I have listened to all their theories – incredibly interesting, of course – and the more I listened to them, the stranger I felt. Someone preaches energy accumulation, wasting, and stealing. Someone talks about energetic streams with the non-existing possibility of loss. Someone rants about spiritual entities that fill the astral world and influence our lives. Some can’t live without a psychological approach to everything that happens to them. A great part of humankind preaches Jesus, Buddha, and other Gods. Others sermonize about stars. And they are all right.
But none can help me.
What do I preach? I can do whatever you offer me. But I will always have questions. For now, I have understood an incredible thing for myself. There is no Existence. At least not in the way I have gotten used to it.
There is a “small town in a snuffbox” – a little world in my mind. Bold in colors and full of big tropical leaves – a little reality, which is totally designed by my own brain. There is no Big World or Outside Existence that lives out of my control or awareness. And I am only the wind blow, a single frame in an endless movie. Just like an observed electron, I don’t exist when I stop and realize that there is no Existence.
I have made up Love, Closeness, Success, Achievements, Goals, Satisfaction. And as I made all those up, I can have them anytime. I just need to wake myself up and have.
Wake myself up. This is the most real thing in the world that does not exist.
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