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The night that changed my life - what the “self” did not want me to publish
My “self” has held-back this conversation for 2 years. I’ve told only a few close friends about this, but since questions are starting to arise, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get this out in the open, even just this once.
When people purchase a book, or read something that’s laughably interesting from this writer on platforms such as LinkedIn, their minds begin asking questions. Who is this? What does he know about this! He’s not a philosopher. How did all of this come about? Is it really true. This is not love, blah blah. So in sharing this, I’d like to request the reader to please not paint any images of the writer. And if you already have one, delete it. If it’s difficult, perhaps you can observe your own mind as things arise and delete the images that might be coming up.
Good.
Now please go on to read…
Are You a Collection of Dead Leaves?
One day, you come to a stage where you realize that what you thought was "life" is nothing but a circulation of dead leaves. And whether this realization happens during your sleep or during the day, the important thing is that it happens.
You also realize that living is not possible without death. Thoughts can never define what life is. And thoughts certainly can't define death either, for if it knew the truth, death would not be seen as something tragic, sad, or awful, but a reincarnation in every now. Without this understanding, one knows not life, but dead leaves.
You have the power to end war and suffering
Why does war exist? We are educated, probably more than ever in history. There are about 4 or 5 million people in the world with PhDs. Has that made the world any smarter? Is this what we suppose is intelligence on this planet? If we are so educated, why hasn’t the human being been able to solve one of the most terrible occurrences in the history of the world? With all of this knowledge and wisdom, we are still stupid enough to pull a trigger and kill another human being.
Is Understanding Death the Key to Unconditional Love?
Questioner: Why do people “see the light” right at the end of their life or when they know they will die?
GC: What happens to me when I die? Is this something you want to go into to? Especially when the so-called “wise” in the world are trying so hard to prolong our lives, to live to 200 years old, or perhaps become immortal one day? Or are we so afraid of death we would rather put it off for as long as possible? When you ask, “what happens to me when I die….”, what is the me? Can we go into this, first?