This Writing, May Save Your Life

The mind is magic. Amid beauty, he can present the sufferings of hell, for example through memories of the dark past. Amid grief, he can bring joy, for example, with a brighter hope for the future. Everything, it seems, is formed from thought.

From small things, thoughts can bring out big things that don't exist. Of the great things, the mind can dwarf it. One flaw as if it could end everything because the mind is moving excessively. Life can end because thoughts continue to torment the mind.

Thoughts can also make sounds that don't exist. The sound can be excruciating. He invites us to do hurtful things. He often invites us to commit suicide.

A non-existent image arises, because of uncontrollable thoughts. The things that are not there are just insight. Lost in thought, people lose ground in reality. People drift away in dreams that he creates himself.

Reality collapsed. The boundaries between what is real and what is imaginary are no longer clear. People live in dreams that torment the heart. In such a pinch, suicide seems a compelling path.

The Essence of Thought

However, those thoughts, in truth, come and go. He was like an unwelcome guest who came and went as he pleased. It's like smoke that is annoying, but not there. It is like the smell of a fart that comes to torture, then just goes away.

So, thoughts should not be taken as real. Don't be followed. Don't be energized. Just be aware, when he visits, and come back to the present.

The thought was leftover from the past. Thoughts are patterns formed from past experiences. It is not alive. He's not smart.

It is just a storehouse of what we received before. It rusts through the heaps of experience. It rots because it is constantly chewing, without awareness. Thoughts may exist, they should not be followed, let alone be embraced wholeheartedly.

It's the same with imagination. It is a reflection of what could happen in the future. The foothold of the imagination is past experiences, cast as scenarios into the future. So, he is nothing more than annoying rubbish, if not realized.

Living Consciousness

Who are you, without your thoughts? Try to answer this question. If your thoughts are thrown away, who are you? There is only one honest answer: living consciousness.

Who are you, if all the languages ​​in this world disappeared? Spacious space. Empty and void as wide as the universe. He is nameless.

This is the real self. It doesn't come and it doesn't go. It is still there, regardless of what happened. This is the place where thoughts are created in all their colors.

Moment to moment, come back here. The real self, before all thoughts were born, is our original home. This is the house of consciousness, where we can rest completely. When death comes, peace will remain, because the living consciousness will never die.

In the living consciousness, thoughts descend. It is like a sword returning to its sheath. It avoids rust which damages its function. In this way, when used, the mind can work very sharply and perfectly.

We then really live. We "wake up" from the dream of suffering that we create ourselves. Thoughts may come. Imaginary voices and images are welcome. However, they all seem remote and insignificant, because we are fully aware, "wake up" and live in the here and now.

These can all save your life. There is no need for suffering born from thoughts that torment the soul. No longer need to be influenced by sounds and imagery that are born from imaginations. You are fully alive.

Wake up"!!!