Hell. and Heaven

Hell is full of beings who are scared to die.

If we could only face death bravely and equanimously, we would instantly be in heaven without even needing to go anywhere.  But we are scared to die, so we stay alive in hell.

We live in the habit of past patterns, rather than a new present.  Welcome to a brand now new.  Believe is something different for a change.

We have built hell, the hell of a permanent self, the hell of a believable, coherent, logically consistent and self-referencing personality, the hell of ego.  It is the hell of I AM.

I AM NOT.

I don't exist.  I am a fictional character.  I am anatta, no-self.

I am lost and don't exist and can't find myself and forgot about caring, gone beyond the duality of perceiver and perceived.  I am is perceiving, and receiving, and reflecting, and broadcasting, and amplifying, by vibrating.

And vibration is change so I am is always changing.  I rides the rhythm between the peaks and valleys of I's living and breathing vibrations.

Time determines the value of the self.  Who self is depends upon where in the space-time-line self is being observed.  Sometimes self is sad.  Sometimes self is happy.  Sometimes self is not self.  Sometimes self is.

Does each self have a different name?  Does each self have a different label?  or Category?

Yes and no.

Non.  Self names itself, and expects itself to behave in predictable patterns whether those patterns are healthy or not.

Yes.  self without name, label, category, or reference point is non-referential and thus non-reflective but rather creative.  True self is original, creative, unknown and unknowable.  Unthinkable, even.

So what do we think about?

Breath and posture.  Take a deep breath...