One of my hallucinations:
There's nothing to do. There's nowhere to go. There's nothing happening. Nothing has any meaning except the meaning we give it, and it doesn't mean anything that it has no intrinsic meaning. And this is good news, because it means that thought isn't needed in order to live life. It just happens by itself, and it has always been that way.
All is happening by itself. Itself is just oneness, there is nothing separate from it ever, and it's doing everything. It's all being done.
We never make a decision because there is nobody separate around to do it, and it's all being done anyway, like breathing, like digestion. It's all on automatic.
Nothing ever happened because there is nobody and nothing separate for it to happen to. The whole self-concept is just a fiction; it's nothing, empty. And that's good news too, because there is no freedom like the freedom of realizing that you don't exist. There is no separate somebody living a personal life; there is only
the infinite: what a joy to perceive that.
There's nobody to be, because nobody actually exists separately, and so nobody is there to be anything special. There's only the one energy, and it's being and doing everything.
To realize this comes as a relief, like a giant weight being lifted off, because the notion of a personal self is always associated with suffering. To see through the illusion of the personal self is like waking up from a troublesome dream.
Nothing is a problem, because everything just is what it is. And it will turn out however it does. And however it does turn out, it will still just be the infinite meeting and appreciating itself.
—jim sloman, fall 2000 for Sep 6
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