There are six fundamental realms, and each is a magnificent unit of its own
In this lucid creative madness called human experience
And within that phenomenal imaginative spectrum
I find the human mind the most chilly and complex, genuinely heart breaking
Because it's so freakin subtle: a mechanical shapeshifter, genuinely clever and wild
The way it hides, defends itself, and makes one believe it's your best friend
By simultaneously making us weirdly oblivious to its very existence
The way it rules humanity
The way the world gives praise and appreciation to those who have it going on strong
The way it is considered normal
How it fills you with elusive fear of error, need to mentally belong and survive
The fear of the unknown
The way it plays with the other realms, like an intoxicating glue
Making one cold, dissociated, yet perfectly functionable
The way it weaves a false sense safety that never truly fulfills
It's so thoroughly invisible, almost like transparent cloud
With a secret power of instant illumination
The real poison, doubt and magic, in my opinion
What alienates human beings from natural humanness and deep care

So one way to say what is that invisible nonexistent barrier
Would be this
Perhaps that is why I say there is no mind
And if the price to exit is a mysterious death, shattering
Disillusionment, peace beyond comprehension, silence, deep well being, compassion, odd detachment, vivid empty space
Is it really insanity, one might wonder?
Even if no one would see this, and the whole world would consider there is something wrong about this
Even if I would never be able to communicate this in a coherent manner
It would not matter
This is not a place where you are immune to suffering, in a sense that the heart can break deeply
Or even immune to illusion
Post realization, we become disciples of suffering, someone just said
And I found that rather profound
At the same time, there is a permanent end of a specific type of suffering
I can't really say what it is
But there it is
I think that is what they refer to as ignorance, not knowing
Not knowing there is no need to know, control (to put it super simple)
No need to attempt to solidify that which is eternally fluxing, primordially untamed
It does not drop with fireworks
But now when that is not here, the root of existential mistrust
I can kind of see it for what it is
A spectacular distorting lens
That (apparently!) obstructs the terrifying ease
The uncontrived radiance of the Original Mind
It creates anxious, tight, greedy, dividing, guarded, suspicious, fixed mind-space
As that tightness begins to unwind, that is deep relaxation
All the energy trapped in distortions begins to self-liberate, collectively
The true nature of Mind is openness, pure spontaneous play
The release may physically feel like a death, at times
The existential terror feels very real
As the mind is woven in our somatics, nervous system: head, heart and gut
Deep conditioning
In a way it's so easy, the direct way: the Great Completion
Yet requiring radical trust, sincerity, uncompromising fidelity
To empty lucid immediacy
First the recognition
Then uninhibited abiding, without distraction
Resolute indiscriminate confidence
In the self-liberating nature of all form, chaos and confusion
As nothing other than that basic goodness
In this kind of serendipitous heart break
There is amazing primal intelligence at work
Strangely, everything is ceaselessly redeemed
In supreme immaculate space

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