I hate to tell you and me this, but none of this is real.

This is one of my more spiritual writings that in all honesty I am always dubious to publish due to the perceived scepticism and judgement that can surround anything that discusses “perceived” spiritualilty (it’s actually scientifically based, but I won’t go into that now) into the conversation. Nether the less, I will continue.

None of this is real; it is all one big illusion. Nothing actually means anything and anything with meaning is only derived from subjective experience.
Anything in itself holds no value, only what association we hold or give to it. Bob could receive a phone call telling him he has lost his job and Bob’s devastated, Bill on the other hand is ecstatic when he hears he’s lost his job.
Simple stuff I know, but when you really cut to the bone with this concept it’s tremendously invigorating and refreshing. It means that nothing actually has any power over you, or simply put:-
In essence, nothing can alter your state except you*

I really want to hammer this home because the more we can appreciate this stuff, so much more empowered are our lives.
I realise this is mastery of the mind and “perceived” conceptual thinking / beliefs, but the impact is tremendous.

On a spiritual front, we are all pieces of light. Like a light bulb that smashed, we are the smithereens, yet with this light bulb when you switch on the light, we all still light up (quauntum hologram). Or think of it this way, if you chopped off someone’s head, imagine a cartoon flick, the head still talks without the body, in fact, chop off the arms and legs, fingers and toes off and like the cartoon animation, the whole body is still moving and talking.

This is life. This is who we are and this is the essence of true source. Each one of us is experiencing our own personal journey through this myriad of illusion so that we get the “experience” of ourselves. Yet in this grand scheme of things it is all an illusion. The only real thing is the light inside us. The light bulb is real and the dark room we exist within is the vain imaginings of a child in a bedroom seeing all kinds of monsters in the dark.

Why do we feel so good when we are loved or love? Because it is true source, it reminds us of who we inherently are (the light bulb) and so we want to go there again and again, but we don’t always go there because we have a contender fighting for our attention, it is called the ego.

I could go on here about this whole concept but I don’t want to steer from the main idea of nothingness.
I just thought it might be good to look behind the spiritual curtain to understand a bit as to why nothing is real, or better put, everything is nothing.

*though class A drugs and electromagnetism could have an impact (esp when mixed at the same time)