The message is simple. It is the apparent pointing out that there is no message. In the unraveling of the ‘I’ as an illusion, nothing remains but the natural reality. This natural reality is love. Love that does not know itself. Love that is not special and cannot be experienced.

This natural reality is, without exception, what seems to happen. Reading these lines is this natural reality. Reading these lines is blind love. Reading these lines is nothing other than itself.
That is it. That is the whole non-mystery of our apparent existence. Nothing is hidden. The natural reality is right in front of our eyes. Yet, it seems to be invisible because it is everything. It remains invisible because there is no one behind our eyes to see through it. There is no one who is separate from what seems to be happening. No one is or was separate from the natural reality and no one needs to find a way back to it.

All teachings, all ideas of a path to wholeness arise from the illusion that there is a separation.

But there is no one. There is no separate entity. There is neither an ‘I’ nor an illusion nor a God, neither a divine intelligence nor an absolute truth facing a relative truth. Apparently, there is only what happens. Timeless and spaceless, it flows without direction. It is “reading these lines” and everything else that seems to be happening or not happening.