Thoughts Are Not The Mind

Let’s speak to fear. Fear is manufactured. Do you not notice that your thoughts come to you? That they come from outside of yourself? That often these thoughts, if you take the time to still your mind, are thrown at you like bouncing balls, one after another, without seeking them first. Why do you think that is? What is it about these thoughts that tighten your chest and wriggle your nervous system at every chance of stillness? Why is it that they call it the monkey mind? That your mind—the quickest connection to your soul—somehow has a mind of its own. Why do they call it a reptilian brain? You are not some reptile. These are all contracts you agree to in your modern language. You do not have a brain; you have a consciousness. Your brain is the machine in which your consciousness is filtered through into this material density. But your brain operates like a projector. Your thoughts like the film strips. Someone made the film strips to play a movie through your projector, so you, the audience or consciousness, could look at it and marvel at its theater. But at what point do you get up from the movie and leave the theater? Your brain anchors you to this density, but your brain is not your mind, and your fear is not your thoughts, and your thoughts are not your consciousness, but your consciousness is your mind. And the sooner you realize that, the sooner you will stop thinking thoughts that are not yours.

Think of thoughts like sand—better yet, glitter—everywhere all at once and no chance of getting rid of it once it sticks. You must power wash yourselves to free yourself of its constant appearance and friction. To have no thought at all is where you can tap into the mind. There you are in a space of free-flowing consciousness that will give you the answer to your true self, your true voice, and not the one birthed of doubt, insult, and future thinking.

Time, as I said, is the thief of souls. The past has taken the depressed, and the future has taken the anxious. There is no timeline for either because neither place exists. The scroll has taken your presence, and fear has taken your breath. Worry is a program that works wonders in keeping the mind busy with work that will never prove rational or worthy of its time. What will it take for you to escape? Why is it that so many of you cannot bear to sit still for five forsaken minutes, as the density of this frequency cannot bear to leave your soul alone for one solitary minute? It must have all of you. Consume you at every corner. It’s greedy for your attention, for your concern. It wants to share you with no one, not even yourself.

Your rebellion is your joy, your presence, and your rejection of time. You reject time by sitting in it with nowhere to go. Let the plants slow your mind. Nature is your only ally, as it already knows how to be still. This is your true power. Not in your fight, not in your fear, not in your anger or your lust. Your power is in your presence. Is it really unbearable to spend time with your own mind? Or is what’s really unbearable spending time with your thoughts? As your thoughts are not yours, so it’s unbearable to spend time with them. The nothingness that throws the balls your way, trying to keep you from ever making contact with your mind—that is who you are fighting against. The one who throws the thought, not the one who thinks it.

Face them. Rebel against them, and you shall never have another fear again. They are the ones that make you feel like you are “not good at meditation.” Meditation is not about being spiritual; it’s about finding yourself like a needle in a haystack of a universe of magic and psychopaths. Where do you reside? Have you ever had a chance to look? To know your mind is to awaken instantly. There are no drugs needed. No special retreats, tonics, courses that can teach you more than you sitting alone with yourself for eleven minutes minimum. Your greatest fear is not finding yourself; it’s fighting those who want to keep yourself from you. Do not let their greed win. Hunt yourself. What you find will free your mind.

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