The challenge of the new world is knowing that nothing’s physically real, and that the rules no longer apply, without loosing your mind.
It all starts off simple, you remember the world and then the truth attacks, ‘How could the world have been real, don’t be so stupid, where was it then, in space, how can it be in space, space can’t have a boundary to be within.
You were living in your own mind, you made space so big so that you could hide the impossible edges.
You have been hiding from yourself.’ ‘But everyone else thought it was real’ ‘ Of course they did, you invented them…’.
In Mimadamos, you’ll be shown how nothing really makes sense, the world is indefensible. Its made of the fabric of dreams and held together by logical absurdities.
You try to pick at nooks and crannies, something to grasp in order to defend that you were real.
Like I remember the time when I did something so hard, what an achievement and what I had to go through. All that effort it must have been real, if it was my illusion then why didn’t I always win?
And here comes the real horrific part – the blackhole of our core belief system…
The ego thinks that it can prove itself to be real via great deeds, hardship and suffering,
The pain tries to make it real if you see what I mean. Like a kind of martyrdom, ‘Of course it was real, did you see what you had to endure, would you have dreamt that?’ But yes you would…
At such moment, all the fluff drifts away. The years do not stick, time that made things seem permanent floats off. You may be 33 at such moment, but your life would seem to have taken only moments, a dream you woke from no less.
So the ego goes searching for memorable things, big things. It’s hard to explain but if you did this or that, then it all must have happened.
And in that vain attempt here comes the real sucker punch:
Drifting into the core you seem to be in the presence of God, God communicates with you; like it was God who was telling you all along that you were not real… At such moment you simply wanna fall (and risk it all) in return for a confirmation of your presence…
Your ego will tell you: remember you’re a Jew, a Christian a Moslem or whatever…Remember, you’re American or Chinese or whatever, remember you were baptized, remember you have a birthmark on your chest etc….
It will attempt to pull you back into the dream offerring you the role of all roles, the Crucifixion-rank (The Messiah role) – an invitation to death in order that you feel alive and present; and this is the ultimate test…
Nothing but a bloody vain attempt by the ego to try to suggest that it is real:
‘I am the messiah for God’s sake, I gave my life for them, I suffer here in the core for them, and I will go back and tell them the truth, I must be real!!!!
‘You are not a Jew, or Christian or Moslem! You’re not American or Chinsese…. Huh what is a Christian – a Moslem – a Jew – an American – an Israeli, a Lebanese? You made that up in your delusion.
None of it is real, none of it, and you are pathetic, who do you think you are?’
It’s horrific. Nothing holds in the core, you become the dreamer and the dream at once.
In the middle there is nothing other than you. In the middle you realize that the God you think you’ve been talking to is yourself, and I still wonder about that, am I the only one here?