The Multi-layered Cake

Well done you've finally accepted the obvious fact that this life is not your own. You've acknowledged the grinding conditioning of history has reduced you to a smear under a mountain of ice. Somehow you have come through the Dark Night and ready to take the next step. Wow!

Waking up from the dream is a little more subtle than waking up to the game. Stripping away the Bullshit of the Ages leaves you depressed, without purpose and empty. This is not because it's inevitable to feel this way. The reason you do is because the whole edifice is propped up by a lie. Removing the BS is merely a process of scraping away at the baroque facade to reveal a more austere zen-like minimalism. In this context you can focus a little better, see things a little more clearly. The next step is seeing the lie for what it is. You believe you are a separate entity to whom 'life' is happening. You believe you are reading these words. You believe you are either agreeing or disagreeing with the concepts being written about. For as long as you can remember you have grown, loved, hated, been hurt, traveled ... You are surrounded by people who absolutely share your sense that ya'll are a bunch of separate individuals trying to get along as best you can in this world. It seems so obvious and self evident - just like the obvious notion that the earth is the centre of the universe around which everything else revolves. Certainly seems that way ... no?