”I”

Dear Blessed Souls,

The moment we say, I like this, I love that, I hate this, I think, I know, I can, I do, I am — we unknowingly breathe life into the illusion of an “I” that does not truly exist.

This imagined “I” is further reinforced by attachments: my country, my religion, my job, my partner, my children, my beliefs, my identity. Each association strengthens the illusion, drawing lines of separation, birthing desire, expectation, and suffering.

And so the story begins:
The “I” becomes hurt.
The “I” feels joy.
The “I” is frustrated.
The “I” is excited.
The “I” is broken, healed, proud, ashamed.
A relentless cycle — driven by a phantom.

But in truth, there is no “I”.
There is only awareness.
There is only pure consciousness — unbound, eternal, untouched by the mind’s drama.
The “I” is fiction. And all things clung to as “mine” are part of that fiction.

You are not this body, not this name, not the mind, nor its thoughts, feelings, or roles.
You are not the wave; you are the ocean.
You are not the reflection; you are the light.

What remains when the “I” dissolves?
Bliss.
Brahman.
Pure consciousness.

Thank you universe for always bringing the deep knowledge from the dark to light
😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍