I Am in a Driver
Yesterday I was listening to the radio. The radio host or a commercial said something that sounded something like I am in a driver. My memory is horrible as it is for just being 31 years young, but that’s all I have for now. And I had a huge, beaming light bulb turn on following that statement I heard from the radio. I was blown away with shock and awe that the I Am is inside this vessel, this body. To not go down the rabbit hole too far, I also realized that this world is not real at all. There are so many levels of delusional certainty that make it real however, such as the ego and society. For example, my ego is me as a delivery driver at Domino’s Pizza. Society has laws and regulations such as the privilege to drive and tickets that may get if I don’t abide by the traffic laws. I really wonder what it’s like to take Ayahuasca. I’ve tried DMT, LSD, and shrooms, but never at a high dose. It also makes me wonder about just how many levels are there to ego or self for that matter. Indeed, Source is the beginning point. It’s everything and nothing at the same time. Is this universe the ego of Source? Is mind the ego of Source or God? What is real truly? Yes our bodies are significantly powerful to withstand this dimension and continue through it with mere senses at times. What can study or observe reality? Who is reality? What or who goes back to the start? Aren’t angels pieces of Source just like we and everything else is? Nothing then must be an essence of what is real but it is not understood or sensed by a being. It is the beat of a heart that can’t be found. And everything is all that exists structurally and presently; a heartbeat that can see its heart.