Who a Human Being Really Is…
A human being asks himself; Who am I?
He poses this question to his own mind.
Within his mind he might find an answer.
It might be a borrowed one or the conjure up of his own mind.
But no matter how noble the answer, it will soon be insufficient.
It will soon lose lustre.
It will soon lose appeal and need an upgrade.
For the sole reason that he got the answer from his mind.
The answer from the mind is the mind giving it’s owner some extra rope.
It will give the impression to this human that he has indeed known who he is.
The mind has manufactured its most incredible creation — it is the persona called ‘me’, ‘my self’.
It is a ghostly creation, and it has made it’s host believe it and it therefore has attained all the reigns to run him however it wishes.
It keeps on changing colors and shifting shapes.
It has a chain of chases lined up in clever succession, to keep the human on the hook ad infinitum, to keep him busy and occupied so that he never sees.
It has interwoven itself with the human that all he sees when he looks within himself is nothing but mind.
When the human realizes this, it lays off in the background for a while to give the impression that he has figured it out. In this comfort it slips back in unrealized — and it reasserts itself.
What a human being is, who a human being is, or where he is found might not be put into words in this forum, however who, what or where he is NOT can be said.
Let it be known that if a human searches for who he is in his mind; what he will find will NOT be him. It will not.
He might need to play this game for a while before he sees the truth of it.
If he reads this words and prescriptively decides consciously stop looking for himself in his mind he will not have understood.
He will have embarked on another fruitless chase but it might be better if he tries and finds out for himself.
It is about realization and not intellectual understanding.
Intellectual understanding is dead as it lacks the ability to transform a human.
Intellectual understanding is by definition of the mind, the mind within which it is impossible for one to know who they are.
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