The Illusive Existence Of The Self Is A Mistake By The Mind

**Note: Truth does not always sound pleasant. If the mind is not really peaceful now, it might not be a perfect moment to listen to this podcast, one has to be aware of the emotions or reactions that can block one from listenING ATTENTIVELY and with HUMILITY. This talk is a meditation practice. What one needs to do is listen attentively, without getting stuck in words, examine the mind in silence, not agree or disagree, just look at the mind as it is. Doing so is already part of true meditation.

Transcript

The self, The me, Doesn't exist actually. This whole body exists physically. But psychologically, The me, The self, Is a concept. It has no realities in actuality. I identify the psychological self, Or the mind identifies the psychological self with the physical body, But this is a thought process. Oh, One may wonder, When one finds out this fact, The me, This psychological entity, Doesn't exist at all. It has no reality in the actuality. The physical body does exist, But the mind mistakes the existence of the physical body, The physical self, As the existence of the psychological self. What a mistake! All my past life, It's based on such a simple mistake. How ridiculous! My old sufferings, My old issues, Are based on this simple mistake. And my mind has been holding onto this entity, Which is me, For such a long time. All kinds of struggle, All kinds of turbulence, Problems, Conflict, Confusion. And I had been so trusting my feeling. But now, This moment, I find this trust is wrong, Because this feeling is not pointing to the fact. And if I trust something that doesn't point to the fact, I got lost, I got trapped. And the very moment the mind sees the fact actually, Not theoretically or intellectually, But actually, The mind is already free. The mind awakens. And also the mind is still in shock, Because this world, It's so mistakenly built upon this me, Trapping more and more people. This drawing the earth for nothing. Nobody is really happy, Only seeking their own pleasure, Sacrificing more things from the nature. And the mind is still turbulent, Chaotic, Conflicted, Suffering. And what's the point of living this way, With the me, With the self, So ugly, So petty, So meaningless?