“All you need is will, if you just want to” say all kinds of old phrases about the will, and thus we are taught the importance of the will and the necessity to want all kinds of everything.
But the will is not important, or necessary; it restricts and prevents prosperity and peace and is in fact evil.
The will is never what is, but always what is to be, based on what was. And it can never be other than illusion, because what was and will be does not exist.
Reality is always what is, in the here and now. The will is therefore flight from reality.
This is the topic in chapter 2 in the book “The moment”
I sit by the window. There are birds in almost every branch of the trees, they are eating insects. They are so lightweight that the tips of the branches barely move when they sit on them. This is truly a worm feast.
A small bird is hopping on the lawn and picking up earthworms. It is admirable to see how smart it is catching the worms. The bird is very picky. It picks up the worms, one after another, without eating them. Maybe it is looking for the perfect size to feed its young ones. When the bird finds a worm it likes it flies away with it, in its mouth.
The trees stand in the garden as they have done for the past forty years.
I can feel, even see, the stillness behind the restlessness of the world. And I wonder this endless need for importance. This struggle is an obstacle to the peace we all seek for. Yet we do not let go of the ideas, the illusions; no matter what.
This is the topic in chapter 33 in the book “What am I?”
“I understand,” we say, and then we go and do something else because we do not understand anything, we do not even hear what is said. Usually our understanding is thus, superficial and empty, because we do not hear or see what is being said.
Sometimes, however, we say, “hey, yeah, I see, I realize, I do discover,” and we do, we hear and see what is being said, and we discovered, we realizes the content of it.
There are actually two types of understanding; it is the understanding with the head and the understanding with the whole body, all through. Between these two is a big difference.
This is the discussion in chapter 22, in the book “What am I?”
We are brought up in the belief that we should love and respect our neighbor. We hear this all over the community, in schools and churches, in books and movies, wherever we look, we hear the message; the words; “love thy neighbor.” And thus it should be; we should care for each other, and not only in words but also in practice. But do we, love and care for each other? Can we truly say that we are interested in and have concerned for other people? Their lives and well-being and indeed any other that belong to them? Do we really care about someone, or maybe no one?
This is the topic in chapter 21 in the book “What am I?”
Death has always been hidden in the western world, almost taboo, not to be talked about, and strange and distorted ideas have been created around death all over the planet, that is why we have such limited understanding of it. We just know that our loved ones and friends, who are dead, are gone, like they have disappeared into nothing, and that is all we know.
Therefore have the ideas of reincarnation and personal life after death had such easy access to us and have become so popular and attractive in people’s minds. We want to believe that we have lived before and will live again. Bu no matter how we imagine it to be, it is still only a simple desire for immortality.
This is the topic in chapter 20 in the book “What am I?”
If I remember right, there once was a man that said something like this, ‘truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of mine, even the least of them, you did it to me.”
And thus it is, each and every time we face another human being and judge him, hurt him, dislike him or something specific in his being, it is a rejection. And what we are really rejecting is our creator, as well as ourselves. Because truth is life and life is us.
This is the topic in chapter 23 in the book “What am I?”
Heavy dreams and journeys. Again and again, night after night. All kinds of people talking, asking and telling. Chat, chat, chat. I hear nothing, I get nothing and I understand nothing. My awareness is closed and locked.
Then all of a sudden, I hear a child’s voice, everything becomes quiet, as if the whole world stopped to listen to the child. “Grandma,” says the voice, “remember, in the beginning was the word.” And my awareness opens up and I remember and know and understand.
And another voice says, “What are you going to do with it.” “I will tell them that,” I reply.
This is the topic in chapter 1 in the book “In the beginning was a word”