I am love

Wednesday, November 26. It’s 5:59 in the morning.

I was writing a book for you about living in nirvana, sharing everything I have learned in this extraordinary year for me, which has seen me experience a barrage of breakthroughs on top of my nondual realization in 2016. How not to indulge in an ego even when you know it’s an illusion. The nature of free will; the flawlessness no matter what. The simplest cataphatic and apophatic bhakti yoga practices I could think of (for fun—or so I thought). I learned so much, talking with Kat (Katrijn) van Oudheusden and reading the work of Salvadore Poe, combining it all with my previous work.

Love, Wire, Fence image. By Kranich17 on Pixabay

So I woke up at 3 in the morning and noticed I was home.

I found myself fully enlightened.

I am love.

I am Buddha.

I didn’t know it at the time but until then, I must have faked it before I made it, even if it was ever so slightly. I was still a little confused, still lost. I wasn’t fully enlightened.

Home is pure, undivided love. That’s nirvana, and there’s nothing you can do to be home.

You can’t come home or move home. You’re either lost or home.

Now I see why everyone wants to go home. Everyone needs love.

You may certainly look for it: it helps.

But you don’t need to find it.

Because it has already found you.

I will still write that book for you but please be patient with me because it’s a lot.

Meanwhile, if you want to talk, please drop me a message.

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