Within the Empty Immediacy of Full Recognition of who you really are, it’s seen that there is no separate being called “you”.
There is no one, already, who is whole or separate.
There’s just Wholeness, already; not as a concept, or appearance, but as This Impersonal, Indivisible, Immediate, Intimacy.
Raw Experiencing for no one.
Wholeness, everywhere and nowhere.
There’s just this nothingness and the activity of nothingness.
There is no one separate in separate bodies. There is no real separate entity, and no world of separate entities.
There’s infinite appearances, yes, but they don’t belong to anyone, or for anyone. Why?
Because there is, already, no separate someone that has a self, or owns a self. Separation was a dream, and it’s over now. It didn’t happen. Nothings happening now.
There’s just Pure Unidentified Beingness that IS Absolute Nothingness appearing as name and form.
No one is getting named or formed.
No one is getting deceived.
No one is deceiving.
Only the dream of deception deceived.
Deception itself, cannot deceive.
Nothing can deceive Nothing.
You are Nothing.
Thoughts cannot deceive. Feelings cannot deceive. Reactions to feelings cannot deceive. Perceptions cannot deceive. Narratives cannot deceive. Stories cannot deceive. Beliefs about thoughts cannot deceive. Beliefs about narratives cannot deceive. Beliefs about beliefs cannot deceive. Concepts cannot deceive. Assumptions cannot deceive. Judgements cannot deceive. Resistance to judgements cannot deceive. Deceptions cannot deceive.
Nothing can deceive.
There is nothing that can deceive You, when it’s recognized there is no you.
There’s no real deception happening.
To believe deception is happening, IS the deception.
Stories and beliefs about stories are made of nothing, even when it seems they are really something, and must be upheld at all cost.
There is no cost to having the belief in separation disappear. It never happened anyways, and is, already, not happening.
It’s safe to recognize the all-encompassing reality of absolute nothingness. There’s just the impersonal immediacy of infinite, indivisible intimacy.
Get This, (or not).
No one to get this.
No one to not get this.
Get it?
