Belief is strange. When you believe you make it real. What was not originally true, becomes true to you, simply because you believed in it. When you don’t believe, it is also a belief, and hence you can never escape from it. And what do you believe? Views and ideas.
You believe you are thin or fat, or skinny, or stupid, or clever, whatsoever. Do they really exist? No, except in ignorance – when you ignore the obvious, that it is simply a meaning you give to things which has no meaning. Like a label, it was done for convenience, for identification and yet the identification becomes real, as real as you become that.
Instead of identification of “woman”,’ for convenience of differentiation, you become woman. Identification makes what is not, is. The whole existence is a joke, of mere identification, and yet identification breeds, creating separations and meanings and hence individuals, objects and meanings are born.
“I”, was merely to identify, an expression of convenience and not as a means to make it real, and yet, and yet, when belief sets in, identification becomes real. From “I”, “I am” exists and “I am” with all its ideas becomes who you are. “Fat” is just an idea, an identification. So when “I am” is placed together with “fat”, with a little belief, hey presto! “I am fat” comes alive!
Belief is merely an act of ignorance, just as realization is an act of wisdom. Realization makes certainty and hence cannot believe. Believe is merely a temporary hold to what doubt is calling to do. Where there is doubt, there can be no certainty. Any act of uncertainty looms ignorance, or ego.
When realization takes on more and more space in the mind, belief and doubt naturally diminishes, weakening the “I” further and what is left a bit is the final frontier – the “I” – the one that makes everything unreal as real. It is belief versus realization, and the more awareness is applied, the more observation is given to this “I” which in due time, through much investigation and understanding, the whole entire “I” is exposed – the veil of illusion lifted by wisdom, showing the true face of “I”, except but an idea.
What a comedy! What a joke! There was nothing in existence since the beginning of time, and hence existence was not even real! Indeed strange how this came to be, from unreal, reality comes to be. It never happened at all, and yet the whole episode of unreal reality took on a dimension of such realness that the world is formed and with it, heaven and hell created, past and future came to be, birth and death existed, together will all its rebirth and suffering. How wonderful this whole setup of illusion is – deluding no one and yet because of “someone” delusion exists.
What to hold on,
what to resist,
as all are merely unreal?
For not seeing this reality
and the dream persists.
Indeed a difficult task
and yet realization
what a nightmare.