I’m not God but I’m not human either....
And the wonder starts when we were little kids looking at the sky full of starts, the moon and all the mysteries of it. Looking at the sea and its wonders, looking at the mountains, trees, flowers! Our eyes can see so much surface but something inside tells you there is something more, something beyond. This curiosity is so innocent and so beautiful, you are seeker you are true seeker until the attention comes upon you totally. And this attention takes over you, so strong and powerful that you look at yourself and you know there is something else beyond this body, beyond every movement you make. Looking at yourself into the mirror you realize there is another mirror inside that mirror and it calls you, with the sound of the ocean and the bright light of the starts. You want to touch it but it's so fragile that trying to poses it slips out of your hands. It stops there, first major hurt, you thought it's just an illusion, can't say to anyone, it's even harder to explain trough words. You still hearing that sound but now it's everything and everyone. Strange sensations, strange emotions, you start praying to an outside God asking for help, asking to take you back where you were before. Looking for an outside source, guide, well that doesn’t help either. What to do now? You are going mad; you are Not OK!
Now you go where your body goes, you walk, run, walk again, circles and circles, you live just like a body, and you travel countries, continents, lives all together and it’s the same circle. Its starts again, you are a baby, the wonder is awake again, calling you to its intensity and love. With resentment you reject again, because you don’t know. Because the truth is that you feel nothing and that emptiness, that vast space it scares you, because you though you have to be something else then that, which is nothing and everything in the same time. That which can't be explain outside, you got to be ready to receive.
You stop it again, well you can't stop It, because how can you stop nothing? How can you carry something empty, and still feel its power and intensity. I think we should say you stop receiving every time is trying to open you up. Here another life is gone, and there still that gap, every life lived you feel it, it's there and you can't escape. There is no such a thing as:
Well if there is not time there is no race, and fear of not having enough time. You are never dead to be born to begin with … The source is eternal. So, what does it mean? That God is inside and not outside? that I'm God? You’ve been given many lives to live to awaken to our trough self, who we truly are, and it's all up to us how far we are willing to dive deep, and surrender to the source, to God. When you stop perceiving yourself trough the body and go beyond it and start manifesting the unmanifested. You don’t have to be afraid or fear of quitting everything you thought is real, you don’t have to leave anything it will drop it self, when you surrender into this ecstasy of love, there is no choice, there is no black and white nor wrong or right. Everything is in you, you are everywhere, in the way it is.
SO,
Who Am I?
I’m not God neither I’m a human.......












