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[nobodywhoisdead]

One day, imagine that you wake up and you remember absolutely nothing. Something is written on your arm: Kill everything you see and run. You wrote this yourself. You carved it into your arm with a knife.

Would you do it?

If you say you would, it means you trust yourself. Trusting yourself is how loyal you are to what you did and thought in the past. It is how certain you are about the decisions you made in the past.

So how can someone who does everything the best end up lying unconscious on the ground?

Because life is not fair. No matter how much you do what is right, you will fall into something wrong somewhere.

You should never question yourself. Those who do not question themselves believe in themselves the way people believe in God, and they walk through the world with the bearing of a god.

[nobodywhoisdead]

If you crossed to the other shore and could not remain there, Or if you never managed to cross there at all, Understand this;

You are a player whom God feeds with His tears, The world is His theater stage,

The only thing you can make lasting is to make God happy,

And you can only make Him happy by suffering.

Pray to God, And see that the exact opposite of your wish happens.

Then be happy, say;

With my expectation, with the suffering I endured, and with my prayer, I made God happy.

[nobodywhoisdead]

The Illusion of “I”

The human mind is not reality. They are all electrical signals, all the hormones inside it are products of chemistry. We have no control over this chemistry and electricity. The only solution is to change yourself.

The moment you change yourself, you have died. And you are dying every day. And every day you are being born again.

The Stoics, the Sufis, the existentialists, and the Buddhists only understood this.

The only truth is this: You do not exist.

What you call “you” is a memory that carries the pain, happiness, and memories of the past. And this memory is filled with distortions, mistakes, and truths.

Many people do not need this understanding because their memory is filled with things that give them happiness. They constantly die and are born but never understand it.

Those who live with pain and sorrow, those who remember the past badly, must understand this wisdom:

“[I] is an illusion.”

When you ask yourself “What am I?”, the mind only looks.

Just as the eye cannot see the eye, the tongue cannot feel the tongue, and a finger cannot touch the tip of the same finger on the body, you also cannot grasp yourself.

Not grasping is the best grasping.

Look at everything you put inside when you say “[I]”. Everything you remember is biased from your own point of view. Even your memory becomes old with time, attaches to wrong things, and as time passes new things are written on it.

The “I” in your head is a lie. Understand this and cross to the other shore. SVAHA.

For this reason, those who know they are dead live their lives fearlessly in the flow, while those who think they are alive die in anxiety for the sake of “[I]”.

[nobodywhoisdead]

Manifest

İnsan zihni gerçek değildir. Hepsi birer elektrik sinyali, içindeki bütün hormonlar birer kimya ürünü. Bu kimya ve elektriğe hükmümüz yoktur. Tek çözüm kendini değiştirmektir. Sen kendini değiştirdiğin anda ölmüştür. Ve her gün ölmektesin. Her gün ise tekrar doğum halindesin. Stoacılar, Sofiler, varoluşçular, budistler yalnız bunu anladılar. Tek gerçek şudur ki; Sen var değilsin. Sen dediğin şey geçmişin acısını, mutluluğunu, hatırasını taşıyan bir hafızadır. Ve bu hafıza çarpıtmalar, yanlışlar, doğrular ile doludur. Birçok insan bu anlayışa ihtiyaç duymaz çünkü onların belleği onlara mutluluk veren şeylerle doludur. Onlar sürekli ölür ve doğarlar ama asla anlamazlar. Acı ve keder ile yaşayanlar, geçmişi kötü hatırlayanlar şu bilgeliği anlamalılar: “[Ben] bir yanılsamadır.” Ben neyim diye kendine sorduğunda, zihin sadece bakar. Gözün gözü görememesi, dilin dili hissedememesi, bir parmağının vücuda aynı parmağın ucuna dokunamaması gibi sen de seni kavrayamazsın. Kavrayamamak en iyi kavramadır. [Ben] deyip içine koyduğun her şeye bir bak. Hatırladıkların kendi bakış açından hepsi taraflı. Hafızan bile zamanla eskir, yanlış şeylere bağlanır, üstüne vakit geçtikçe yeni şeyler yazılır. Kafandaki ben bir yalan. Bunu anla ve karşı kıyıya geç. SVAHA Bu yüzden ölü olduğunu bilenler korkusuzca, akışta hayatını yaşarken, yaşadığını zannedenler [Ben] için endişe içinde ölür.