About Mind

Who will read my book?

February 20, 2008

Another question arrived: “Another idea just occurred to me, someone has to have a concept of some kind of God. I just realized as a non-dualist, I can easily track what you are saying, but how many non-dualist are going to be reading your book.” Answer: And it just occurred to me – think about what people are ready to believe in. Think of all the rather controversial and, well, interesting ideas that are at the base of some of religious doctrines – aliens taking over the earth and planting programming in people, prophets traveling from Israel to America thousand years ago, and then going back … I’ll not go into detail here as I don’t wish to offend anyone’s believes but looking at all this what I see is that people are desperately in need of God. People are ready to believe in the most, one could say, absurd things – just to get in touch with God. [click to continue…]

Be careful what you ask for!

November 27, 2007

I asked for questions and I sure got them 🙂 To see them (questions) please take a look at the comments section of “Why is the rum gone” post. It ends with: “I lived about a half of this short life and I still have no idea who am I, what am I, what is the reason I live here and why is this all happening, and I still haven’t found one valuable thing in this world, so how can I decide or choose anything knowingly.” [click to continue…]
The more I think about it, the more reality opens… [click to continue…]
I was really scared today. While taking my customary evening walk I got ambushed and attacked but all sorts of “what ifs” and “then whats”. My life was going to crumble and turn to dust, I was going to crumble and turn to dust with it and, as a result, die lonely and forgotten under some bridge or another. [click to continue…]

little jumping flea

August 9, 2007

I had an interesting experience once. It was during my Zen years, one night at the end of a long retreat. I sat in meditation, rather tired and sleepy if I remember correctly, waiting for the end so that I could untangle what was left of my legs and go to sleep, when all kinds of funky things started happening to me. [click to continue…]