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Tag: mindfulness

  • Tell The Winds – Who Is The Real Listener?

    Why Would You Ask Me

    I have great conversations with my friends and enjoy exchanging ideas. I can talk your ear off about random topics, conspiracies, something that we merely know about, but also can ponder and forge thoughts about it. Although, I am also super avoidant when the topics come up that are centered around me and my personal life. Or I get irritated when someone asks me specific question that has to do about me even though they already know everything. At that moment of second reminding, I feel exposed. This is when they get to know the actual truth, the real interrogation followed by silence that empties the room for echo of truth to come out, the moment they have been waiting for all their lives finally has arrived. Its short and very intense, yet it feels like that is all the reason universe was created, at that moment nothing mattered, nothing had enough to say or important enough to come up. Narrators of existence take pause alongside because what they narrate is not as interesting as what I have to say. Life becomes as real again, the moment you lived in past is being questioned now, the rush of putting words together brining the past to current set up, do they know that I have to live it twice, once to experience it another time to talk about it.

    Yes, They Don’t

    They don’t want to know, really, and they don’t care to know at all, its the act of wanting to know. A way to give them break narrating their existence all the time. I am still working on my approaches of how to be more responsive and be less scared and rushed, it is not a bad thing neither it is a good thing. It is a way to be connected, to matter to certain extend. Even though it is dreading, it is also relief.

    Build The Walls Upside

    Then I am asked that the second time and its third time reminding and fourth time re-living, this is when I am really irritated. At this point the narrators of existence moved on, it is the loudest set-up, and existence is no longer interested to empty the walls of being to fill it with my truth. To existence it does not matter no more, neither to person that is asking it, this time it matters for context. The invisible block of perception that you have been building, its like you are bottom of that truth handing bricks. This time, builder of existence pause and look down upon you for more. This time there is no narrating or pause for to listen for echoes of truth, but merely to build something that reflect that truth without telling. This repetition will go on and on because it each stages of being asked existence brings forth different functions but with same attentiveness of first time.

    When the fifth time asking and sixth time reminding, its no longer the truth or building up to the truth, now it is part of you. Out of all the strings of existence that makes you, that one string is particularly red and yellow. It shines and is self representing. Existence and the ones participating in it no longer empty the space, your truth is no longer foreign even to parts of you that were still fighting that truth, or parts of you that wanted to understand it. You no longer summon the great creators for a void of thoughts and sharp attention when you speak about your truth. Universe no longer assists you with words, grasp of air, a hand of comfort, a moment of silence. Are you traumatized?, sure. Are you depleted? absolutely. Then the plays of existence repeat. The cycle had beginning and seems to have no end, with each stage every inch of light shines through. The cords of truth that was anchored the fabric of you being absorbs all that shine. With each interaction and story telling the walls of truth that you built in earlier stages gather its meaning. It is no longer amusing building, but a fort of representation.

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  • If You Are Ever In The Void Does Nothingness Makes Sense?

    Observing the Behavior

    One of the interesting set up of existence is Void, it is a very null behaving state once you fall into filters mental, physical, psychological capacity of perceiving all dimensions of being. . The void moments where u stare at something for prolong time, where you fall into a brain pause, or meditate, or depart paying attention while living in autopilot. Its where dull moments does not hold the platform of any building blocks of self and identity, for the most part. It is actually not a bad state to often be submerged into, it does not create or enhance or pause anything for any operation in general existence but it is good just to be stripped out of being, to be grounded with the observer. The state allows the very potential of you exist, in uniform to others that joined the space in that nature. The observer is able to observe things not in individual state but uniform being. but do not be fooled. It is of the same fabric of this existence, That says a lot about the nature of your being adaptability, also ties into a lot the concept of oneness.

    Nothingness Makes Sense When in the Void

    Void is such an interesting playing fabric in existence. It delivers a unique role in the play, both for the experiencer and the state itself. The modality of interaction — and being submerged in breaks from the sense of being — yet existing in potential, can open positive channels of flow or otherwise, to embody the behavior of emptying our own channels to make room for new flow. Nothingness, on the other hand, is not the fabric of this reality because the very setup of this existence is a mere reflection of something. Nothingness does not make sense. It is the paradox of being aware of “nothing,” but still existing in its recognition. A blank slate, void of all definition and sensation. It isn’t a place to live or to observe — it is simply the absence of all we know, unable to grasp.

  • I Am The Observer – Not Your Body, Not Your Mind, But An Observer?

    Who is an observer? How do you observe the observer?

    The observer is a mysterious being which is the simple you in existence, existing quietly in the depths of mind—beyond the passing voices, crowded thoughts of a character, and the layers of who is “I”. It is the ego, a wall towering high to protect the identity it constructed, yet beyond this fortress, in the abyss of the unconscious, it sits—silent and watchful. This observer is not bound by the noise of thought or the illusions of self, but rather, it simply observes. It sees without judgment, detached from the ebb and flow of consciousness, always present, always watching.

    The awareness of it makes it like observer and observing the observer are two different entity?

    In the process of observing the observer, a “shadow self” seems to emerge—a reflection of past experiences and memories. It’s as if the mind briefly syncs like a screen, playing back fragments of what has been, almost like a quick flash, just long enough to make it seem like there is another entity—another self—watching the observer. This shadow self isn’t truly separate; it’s an echo of the past, a projection of what has been internalized and stored. It creates a sense of duality, as if there are two layers: the observer and the one who observes the observer. In this moment, the past and present intertwine, blurring the boundaries of self-awareness, making the process of observation feel like a continuous loop.

    Awareness of the Observer.

    The awareness of the observer transforms it into something distinct—it becomes the observer of itself. Observing the observer is a different experience altogether, a layer of awareness beyond just witnessing. It’s a reflective state, where the observer becomes conscious of its own presence, its role in shaping perception, and its silent witness to the unfolding of thoughts and actions. This dual awareness creates a deeper understanding, a realization that the act of observing is not passive, but an active part of the process of self-discovery.

    Does observer deserves to observe itself?

    This question challenges the very nature of awareness and self-reflection. The observer, by definition, is detached—simply witnessing without attachment or judgment. To observe itself is to enter a paradox: the very essence of detachment becomes involved in its own process of observation. In a way, this self-awareness is not a “deserved” act but an inevitable consequence of consciousness. The observer, in its purest form, has no need for validation—it simply exists, and in that self-discovery the act of observing itself is an integral part of the

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