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Alright, I see this is one of those (rare) topics where the "experts" have gathered, so I’ll be completely honest with you..
I have lost my ego entirely. I don't think it happened all at once; it was more of a process..
If you're asking how, I don't really know how to answer that, but I can say I just followed that innermost voice..
And there's one more thing: I shifted my entire focus to the opposite side—moving from the object to the subject.
The object was the world around me, and the subject was me. Or rather, my existence in this world..
In the beginning, it was nice—blissful, even. I was focused (and still am) on my chest area, and there is nothing but absolute peace and tranquility there..
That lasted for a while..
Then I started descending. I should mention that it is a truly, deeply unpleasant experience. I don't know how to explain it; it’s like falling off a thoroughbred onto a donkey, or like trading gold for scrap iron and being forced to pay extra on top of it..
My thoughts turned to: "What have I lost?" I began this futile search for my former self, but going back was impossible..
To make a long story short, I'm lucky I stumbled upon the Tibetan Book of the Dead. It gave me some direction; otherwise, I’d probably be on lithium and whatever else people with schizophrenia take..
It was an experience where logical self-control vanished—a total absence of reason, where a flood of subconscious or unconscious content literally overwhelms my mind..
Do you have any idea what kind of hell that was for me?!
I’d be sitting with my mother, my brother, a friend, a neighbor—doesn't matter who—and this torrent of subconscious thoughts just keeps flowing. They’re talking to me, and I’m just staring at them, completely losing it, while a mass of dark thoughts and everything else attacks me. Literally, everything that crossed my mind, out of nowhere, became reality..
There were times when I’d be sitting alone on my bed, and what was around me wasn't reality, but just distorted projections of it—hallucinations.
Or I’d go out for a drink, and the sound of a car would be so piercingly loud that I’d start feeling nauseated by the noise, or the sound of sticks hitting the pavement..😲
I'm telling you, thank God someone finds a teaching like the Tibetan Book of the Dead in a state like that..
All those hallucinations were due to my karma. Whatever karma I had, those hallucinations were the result, whether good or bad..
Even now, I don't have a "self," but I haven't reached enlightenment either. I'm somewhere in between, and as the book says, I am in the process of re-forming—finding the new body I will inhabit... This might all sound a bit too mystical for some..
But let me ask you something. Before you start overthinking all of this, ask yourself one question: do you actually want to participate in this world? Do you want to be a human, something more, or something less?
I have lost my ego entirely. I don't think it happened all at once; it was more of a process..
If you're asking how, I don't really know how to answer that, but I can say I just followed that innermost voice..
And there's one more thing: I shifted my entire focus to the opposite side—moving from the object to the subject.
The object was the world around me, and the subject was me. Or rather, my existence in this world..
In the beginning, it was nice—blissful, even. I was focused (and still am) on my chest area, and there is nothing but absolute peace and tranquility there..
That lasted for a while..
Then I started descending. I should mention that it is a truly, deeply unpleasant experience. I don't know how to explain it; it’s like falling off a thoroughbred onto a donkey, or like trading gold for scrap iron and being forced to pay extra on top of it..
My thoughts turned to: "What have I lost?" I began this futile search for my former self, but going back was impossible..
To make a long story short, I'm lucky I stumbled upon the Tibetan Book of the Dead. It gave me some direction; otherwise, I’d probably be on lithium and whatever else people with schizophrenia take..
It was an experience where logical self-control vanished—a total absence of reason, where a flood of subconscious or unconscious content literally overwhelms my mind..
Do you have any idea what kind of hell that was for me?!
I’d be sitting with my mother, my brother, a friend, a neighbor—doesn't matter who—and this torrent of subconscious thoughts just keeps flowing. They’re talking to me, and I’m just staring at them, completely losing it, while a mass of dark thoughts and everything else attacks me. Literally, everything that crossed my mind, out of nowhere, became reality..
There were times when I’d be sitting alone on my bed, and what was around me wasn't reality, but just distorted projections of it—hallucinations.
Or I’d go out for a drink, and the sound of a car would be so piercingly loud that I’d start feeling nauseated by the noise, or the sound of sticks hitting the pavement..😲
I'm telling you, thank God someone finds a teaching like the Tibetan Book of the Dead in a state like that..
All those hallucinations were due to my karma. Whatever karma I had, those hallucinations were the result, whether good or bad..
Even now, I don't have a "self," but I haven't reached enlightenment either. I'm somewhere in between, and as the book says, I am in the process of re-forming—finding the new body I will inhabit... This might all sound a bit too mystical for some..
But let me ask you something. Before you start overthinking all of this, ask yourself one question: do you actually want to participate in this world? Do you want to be a human, something more, or something less?