Q; When I see something pleasant, I
want it. Who exactly wants it? The self or the mind?
M: The question is wrongly put. There
is no 'who'. There is desire, fear, anger, and the mind says --
this is me, this is mine. There is no
thing which could be called 'me' or 'mine'.
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Q: At this very moment who talks, if
not the mind?
M: That which hears the question,
answers it.
Q: But who is it?
M: Not who, but what. I'm not a person
in your sense of the word, though I may appear a person to you. I am
that infinite ocean of consciousness in which all happens. I am also
beyond all existence and cognition, pure bliss of being. There is
nothing I feel separate from, hence I am all. No thing is me, so I am
nothing.
The same power that makes the fire burn
and the water flow, the seeds sprout and the trees grow, makes me
answer your questions. There is nothing personal about me, though the
language and the style may appear personal. A person is a set pattern
of desires and thoughts and resulting actions; there is no such
pattern in my case. There is nothing I desire or fear -- how can
there be a pattern?
Q: Surely, you will die.
M: Life will escape, the body will die,
but it will not affect me in the least. Beyond space and time I am,
uncaused, uncausing, yet the very matrix of existence.
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