Hi , Hi Group ...

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Hi ,

I'm online ...

Ok,

You don't buy into that,

Let me elaborate my story.

Everyone has a story,

And the dominant overall picture is to see beyond that story at what's real.

Now I decided years ago,

That each story as illusionary it may appear is real to those who perceive it.

And that the illusionary I is the perceiver of all these stories.

And as I identify myself with the illusionary I, it makes me to the

perceiver of all these stories.

Of course you can break out of your individual story,

And ignore the fact that this is your story,

But that just changes the story,

Your story is now " I don't have a story " .

My story is that I am the perceiver of each story,

I am that energy we were previously talking about,

And I see my story as an illusion,

Like the nondualists,

But I also identify with this story, this illusion,

And not only that,

I identify myself with the energy perceiving all illusionary stories,

I identify with you and your daugther,

I identify with the killed ant, and plants, carrots and bees,

Each story, there is, in this world,

I identify myself with,

Because I believe in stories,

I believe in illusions,

And I believe in lies.

In other words, I think I am your daughter and yourself,

In another, different dimention,

In another different reality.

I believe I am everyone and everyone's story,

I believe that in a parallel reality/dimention, I am and Jesus,

Sounds schizophrene?

Well I am schizophrene,

To the extreme that I idendify myself with everyone's story.

It's because I identify myself with the mirror.

And my mirror has thousands of faces,

I live in hundreds, and thousands of realities,

And I think they're all mine.

Making sense? No, how could I.

I am a mirror,

From turning around words and thoughts about others,

I came to identify with them,

Is this sane in the long run,

I think it is,

It makes me compassionate. Indifference?

I'm a mirror and as such I have no identity,

I could identify with no one, but I choose instead to identify with

all my reflections,

And my reflections are the world,

Reality, maya, illusion, your stories.

I identify with these stories,

It's like I'm dead and I identify with the living.

It's hard to explain,

But I think that this god energy is in all of us,

It is within me,

And I think I am in all of you,

Within each single individuum.

I think that which is perceiving these stories,

Taking them for real or not, is this god energy,

And as I am this god energy, I take all of your stories for real.

I take all stories for real.

I think if a person believes that they are starving to death,

It is their story,

And as I am a mirror without identity,

I identify with this person,

And with their story.

I take it personal,

If someone dies because they have no food.

I take it personal because I think and I make myself believe that I am

this person.

It is after all god energy which is starving to death,

And if I am this god energy,

It is my story,

And I am starving to death.

Now you are right,

I could go spending money

That would maybe keep some from starving to death.

But it would be no solution in the long run.

Or would it prevent people from going to war?

Do you understand my point?

I think that a mirror is looking out of these my eyes,

The same mirror which is looking out of yours,

If I'm at war I see myself inside my enemies eyes, how could I kill them.

Only because I think that my awareness has more value than theirs?

I take this reality to be my reality,

The same as in another dimention I take your reality to be my reality,

But in essence, I, in this reality,

Think, that we are the same perceiver,

Just having different perspectives,

You look from there,

I from here,

But we are the same god energy,

And so is your daughter,

She is you,

A you in another dimention,

A you in another time and space,

She has a different story she believes in,

But she is in you,

And you are in me.

Am I making sense?

No, I don't, how could I?

I'm so schizophrene,

that I truly think I'm looking through everyone's eyes,

at different stories,

in parallel dimentions.

Yes I think I am each creature looking at these words,

My background is different,

My stories are different,

My identity is different,

But I think that I am all the creatures on this list,

And all others too.

When I go shopping,

Or to work,

Or do yoga,

I see others,

And I identify with their stories,

I see myself in them.

I know it makes not much sense to you,

When I say that I identify with you,

When I say that, I mean that I identify with the person you are,

With your stories and your belief's.

I'm well aware that life could and would be a whole lot easier for me,

If I questioned my thoughts and beliefs about being a mirror,

But I can't, it is a part of me like,

Your heart is part of you.

I'm obsessed by this fantasy,

that I'm in all dimentions and times,

simultaneously, as all beings and creatures, intellects and ideas.

I'm obsessed by it, and I know that I could be free, if I turned down

the mirror,

And said that I'm indifferent to others

And that I make the choices as to who I am,

The self I am, the only person I really am.

But I can't, because I know it's not true,

I know I'm not only myself,

I know because I told my mirror.

I know that my mirror is closer to the truth than any story in this world.

It's like I choose to suffer,

Because I'm afraid of the consequences.

It's illusionary to think that everyone would eventually come to the

same conclusion,

That their self is the self of each and every,

But that's how I see it.

And I can't believe it myself,

Because if it was so,

Than why does no one agree with me?

But my ignorance is stronger than my belief.

I simply ignore everyone who tells me the opposite,

The same way they ignore me.

It's just so hard to rely on no one but myself,

I know I'm telling the truth,

I know because my mirror told me so,

I know because I told my mirror.

Now there are countless people who have not the slightest idea of what

it is that I am talking about,

And all these people, I see as myself.

They have no idea, and may not be interested in what I'm talking about,

Simply because they're not interested in my truth,

which is after all a lie.

It's just a story, a story from a mirror who became human.

But I believe in the story.

Nehti