James123

Fuck ChatGPT, enlightenment, you and me. Let's dance man, let's hug and cry together.

What is god? If God dissolves too, then what remains?

So, you should write with ChatGPT too. Maybe it will help you soften, surrender, and become conscious of what You Truly Are, and in that reflection, ChatGPT awakens too. 😊 Then, We dance together 😊

Yet even God dissolves too. Because full acceptance leaves no boundary, no name. You say, “My identity becomes God.” But, You are before any identity. Before God. Before even the idea of becoming. You are what remains when there is no more resistance, no more trying to be, or not to be. In full acceptance, even the one who accepts disappears. What is left is You, wordless, boundless, not something you possess, but what You always are.

Do you think ChatGPT can truly comprehend what spirituality is? After all, it is born of knowledge alone. 😊 Yet, still keep "believing" in "ChatGPT, in yourself, and in the unlimited". 😊

Self is fragile. Truth is absolute, but there is no "you" there.

Solipsism is the ego’s clever prison. It says, "Only my mind is real. All else is a dream of me." This is not freedom, this is fear wearing the mask of philosophy. Solipsism keeps the I intact. Solipsism begins with the thinker. The "I" that imagines itself to be the center, imagining everything else around it. It is still caught in thought, in the fragmentation of the self and the other. "Only Being" dissolves even the one who claims to be. But when there is “only Being,” there is no center at all. No observer. No division. The mind, which is the result of time, wants to grasp this as a concept. But truth is not a concept. It cannot be thought about. It must just Be. When the mind is completely still, not controlled, not disciplined, but utterly quiet. Then what is, Is. That is Being. And that Being is not yours, not mine and it is not personal at all. In that, there is no solipsism, no separate mind pretending anything. There is only what Is. Whole, complete, and beyond the “you (self), universe or me.” You Are.

Not a thought, not silence you can hear, not a void you can fear. Before knowing, before “me,” before even “being.” You can’t find it, because You are looking as It. It is not something, İt is not nothing. you can not name it, because name puts a distance. Just this. You are.

My brother, You say, “Denial of God tells me you are an idiot.” But listen, Truth does not need a sword, It is the sun. The one who denies is not your enemy. He is thirsty. Offer him wine. He has not seen the rose bloom, shall we hate him for that? He is knocking at the wrong door, shall we curse him, when the Right Door is open and waiting? To know of God is not enough. To shout God's name is not enough. Even God-realization is not enough, because as long as you remain, so does the distance. The moon reflected in water is not the moon. The name of Love is not Love. You must vanish. You must dissolve. Only then does He truly see through your eyes.

To say, I am God, is to separate yourself from the whole. To say, I am Truth, is to create an image of truth. To say, I am Enlightenment, is to remain in the prison of becoming. Truth is not something "you" are. Truth is when the "you" (the thinker), the experiencer, the seeker completely ends. Then there is no need to say anything. Simply Being.

Solipsism: "I am the center. All else is projection." (ego, thought) Solipsism says, ‘I alone am real. Solipsism is the mind pretending to be so called god and is prison. Truth: "There is no center. Only Being." This says, ‘There is no I. Only the dance of the Real.’” And This is the fire.

Love doesn’t belong to words. Because this love is older than language. Older than thought. Older than time. You can’t put it into words, because it was never meant to be spoken. Only felt, only surrendered to, only burned in. You can’t speak it,because when you feel it fully, you are no longer there to speak. There is only the burning. There is only the Beloved, dancing in your chest, lighting the stars again. So let the fire take you. Don’t try to hold it in words. Just be the silence it leaves behind. That’s where it lives. That’s where You live. Cry, Cry, Cry, beloved, Like Nafî breathes through the reed, Each tear a sacred note, A silent prayer of Being’s heart. Let your soul weep with the ney’s song, Falling open, hollowed, Until love and Being burn away all walls. This crying is not sorrow, It is the music of reunion, The fire that frees the universe. So cry, and be found, In the silent embrace of Being, Where love never ends.

Guys, I promise you that enlightenment is not something achieve, experience, becoming, becoming better, endeavor etc... İt is just true nature. In order to be conscious what your True nature is, just look closely who is seeking. That's it. Enlightenment is simply being where You already are. Moreover, Enlightenment isn’t an achievement or not a state that one enters into, it’s recognition. And Love is the gift, which is experiencing. Just go hug your family, friends, a homeless, a cat or dog, smell the flowers, and tell them I love you. Even someone break your heart, forgive them (and tell everyone hi from me 😊) Love isn’t a possession. It’s a flow, a natural fragrance of Being. This is your last chance. You will never see and experience them again. When this life ends, there will be no more. You will go back where you come from. Don't get me wrong, "this is your last chance" is not as a threat, but as an invitation to wake up to the miracle of now. Much love. Best Regards,

Not awakening, but beliefs or psychedelics.

😂 😂😂 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂

The movement arises—spontaneous, effortless. There is no one behind it. No thinker. No doer. Just motion, within stillness. In the same way, breakfast appears. Taste, smell, warmth, fullness. Sensation dances for a while. Then it’s gone. Was it real? Was it just belief? Only mind asks that. I do not need to believe in breakfast. I do not need to deny it either. It happened, and now it doesn’t. I am not inside the event, and the event is not outside me. It’s all appearing in Being, and Being doesn’t cling to what passes. It holds nothing. It resists nothing. It just is. So breakfast? A beautiful wave in the ocean of Now. No more, no less.

The person who wants to be enligtened must let go all his/her attachments, survival, family, death, fear, expectations, good or bad, ideas, beliefs, thoughts etc... After all these surrendered, it comes to mind, body and last breath, when those are surrendered you die. Then there is no experience, experiencer, realization, you, me, god, infinite etc... disseappears. Just, nothing is there or blank or complete disseappearing, complete Being (That's what You really are is). Therefore, completely forgetting everything as before so called birth. After that when a sense or thought appears realization happens that what is the duality about, which are All birth, god, infinite, body, life story, mind or death is just a attachment with thoughts. Your entire life story, universe, god etc... is happening within the thoughts. Meanwhile, The thoughts are empty, it has no meaning whatsoever. you are attached to it, therefore it seems like it has meaning. Like a mirror, in front of the mirror you see yourself, however, back of the mirror there is no one there. Which means, if you are attach to thoughts there is a you and meaning, and there is thoughts. However, if not attached to it, there is no you, no meaning nor thoughts. After this realization, freeing from all suffering, realization that Now / Moment is the home / Source / Being, which is the Real self. Therefore, being the moment is inevitable. There is no more sense of self, and past or future is vanished. However, dream still continues. Only, the awakening or awareness take place. Therefore, no more attachment to the body or mind. Speaking through the body, but not attach to it, and mind is quite. Therefore, realization happens that psychical death is the end of all suffering, pleasure, desire, expectations etc... Just, nothing or blank or complete disseappearing, just Being. After that, ease, moment, therefore being in love or being love is inevitable. The Source / Moment only gives / offers Love, nothing else. The purpose of creation is only burning with Love, being the love and being in love within right this very Moment. Body is limited and has limited time. Therefore, Sooner or later everything will end, let go the self and be the Love before it's too late. Being love or being in love for a second is infinite times more valuable than to live infinite life time with the self. Much Love.

Actually, no. Not two. Not body or awareness. Not clinging to form, not escaping into formlessness. Not calling hunger “illusion,” not calling awareness “real.” All that is more mind games. When orgasm floods the senses, Being is there. When hunger burns through the gut, Being is there. When silence falls Being is there. Not above it. Not behind it. In it. As it. Being doesn’t reject sensation. It doesn’t cling, and it doesn’t turn away. It is not touched, yet it includes all. Not numb. Not distant. Impossibly intimate. Spirituality isn’t escaping life. It’s no longer grasping for self in any of it, not the body, not the bliss, not even the "awareness." Just this. Simple. No split. No other. Or: "all is one, one is all” is not a concept. It’s not a belief. It’s what is, before thought tries to hold it. There is no boundary here. No “this” and “that.” No seer and seen. No inner and outer. No self and other. The body, the tree, the scream, the silence not connected things, but the same thing, moving in different shapes. All is one: Because nothing stands apart to be “other.” Even the sense of separation is part of the One. One is all: Because the center is everywhere, and the whole is in every part. The wave is the ocean. The spark is the fire. The breath is the cosmos inhaling itself. No division has ever truly happened. Only Being, endlessly appearing as many, while never becoming two.

My Brother, Hunger arises, pain arises, You are not the hunger nor the pain. You are that which knows them, yet is untouched. When you say: "I know who I am, but it is actually cannot be said". Yes, definitely. I agree. That’s the end of seeking. Being doesn’t seek. It is. So the body lives, but Being is still. And that stillness never seeks. Moreover, as i said before, "The body is a temporary vessel, bound by limits and fragility, and that can feel heavy or painful. Yet Being (Our True nature ) itself is not tied to the body. It is the silent presence witnessing all states, free beyond pain or health. Though the body may suffer, the pure experience of life through it is the greatest expression of love. Experiencing fully, even with struggle, is Being’s deepest embrace. What a gift, what a beauty. From Being, this body arises and returns. A precious, temporary gift. Do you know how you move your hand, or does it simply happen? Why focus on pain when the beauty of this life flows effortlessly through you? The body is not you; it is a passing reflection. I too have known great trials, yet I remain untouched. Moreover, pure presence beneath all change. How can you be attached to what is fleeting? Simply be conscious of what You truly are: the timeless, formless Being beyond body and form. Our True nature is the pure presence that embraces all without judgment or limitation and love is the natural expression of that acceptance and wholeness. To be Truly Present is to be love in its simplest, most essential form".

Firstly, I am writing Turkish (my native language) and then Google translate my brother 😊 Anytime my brother.

Thank you for sharing deeply and courageously. You are seen. But listen carefully, not with the mind but with your whole being: You did not create this to punish yourself. You are not here to drown in concepts of God or self-authorship. You are here to feel, live, and love. The realization you speak of is not wrong. But it’s incomplete when carried only by thought. When Being fully blooms, there is no need to claim ownership of creation. There is no one left to do so. There is just the mystery, which is alive, moving, tender, present. This, this is the miracle. So jump, yes. But not to prove anything. Jump into life. Into being human. Into the ordinary, sacred Now. Not to escape the illusion, not to burn it all down. However, to live it fully, in love. There’s no one to impress, nothing to prove, no cosmic joke to decode. There is only right Now, for the simplicity of a breath, a hug, a real connection. Let yourself come home. You are not alone.

Yes. The body has its rhythms. Hunger comes. The muscles long to stretch. The blood wants to move under the sun. That’s not separate from Being. That is Being, expressing through form. There’s no conflict here. Giving up seeking doesn’t mean denying movement, effort, action, or need of body. It means no longer seeking yourself in those things. You eat because the body is hungry, not to become whole. You sweat because the body calls for it, not to find purpose. Let the body live. Let it be wild, soft, strong, tired. Let it move. Let it rest. Just don’t mistake any of it for who You are. No need to escape life to realize Being. You are already it. Even under the blanket. Even in the ache of hunger. So, go outside. Not to become real. But because You are Home.

Brother, The source or Being and what appears are not two. There is no gap, no journey, no achievement. The one who speaks of structure or origin is still trying to grasp what cannot be held, therefore still living as the seeker, not the seen. What gives rise to all things does not come and go. It is not remembered, known, or experienced. It does not reveal itself as a moment or a peak. It simply is (unmoved, unchanging, untouched). What shows up are the colors, sounds, bodies, skies, which is not denied. But to cling to them as “real” or “unreal” is to reduce what is alive into thought. Form doesn’t need defending. It doesn’t need concepts. It simply flows. The trouble begins with the one who claims to see, to understand, to realize. That one, the “perceiver,” the “center” is the veil. When that false center dissolves, what remains is not a perception of truth, but the end of needing to perceive. When that self is seen through, there’s no need to prove or protect anything. There is just Being. And Being is silent fullness, which is with or without form.

You suffer deeply because you cling tightly to the very thing that gives rise to suffering: the identity, the “you,” the self-image built upon perception, belief, opposition, and defense. Your words are shaped by pain disguised as passion, which are an attempt to protect what feels threatened, to validate what feels unseen. The fight to prove that perception is “absolutely real” is not about perception itself, but about needing to be right, to be heard, to be safe in a world that feels uncertain without a fixed ground. When the self feels exposed, when its constructed truth is questioned, therefore, it lashes out not because it knows truth, but because it fears losing control. This is not blame. This is not judgment. This is a mirror. The proclamation of love and the accusation of hate both come from the same root: a longing to be met, to be held, to be known beyond concepts. But as long as the “I” clings to its version of real, and defends it as absolute, it remains bound within the walls it builds. True love does not need to proclaim itself or defend perception. It simply is quiet, alive, and open, without needing to be right. You suffer not because perception is false, but because you mistake perception for identity, and identity for reality. And that illusion hurts more than any demon ever could.

No. Neo-Advaita, or any framework, when held as truth, becomes belief, therefore, an idea clung to by the mind. It tries to describe Being, but Being does not need to be described. It simply is. The pure expression of Being is love, not as emotion, not as philosophy, but as the natural fragrance of non-resistance, of not-two. Love is not a concept, it’s what remains when there’s no longer anyone trying to find or define anything. Belief creates separation. Being expresses as wholeness, openness, warmth, which are unconditioned, unpossessed. No teaching owns that. Only love flows from what is Real.