Out of this world

 Waking up is such an interesting phenomena. Realizing that who or what I am is already perfectly complete in this moment. Perfectly fully established. In such a way that what happens to this individual being is inconsequential. I have had such strong feeling of wanting to grow and to become. What I was looking for, I already am. I don't need to reach it or become it. It already is and nothing I can do affects this in any way. It seems to me now that everything that I thought I was isn't who I am. That this whole becoming process is an illusion. That I have never been this individual who was born on Earth and has grown into an adult. Or I have, but I have always been the entire universe and this individual is simply one of an infinite number of creations or expressions of my self. My qualities aren't what I thought they were. I am a totally different specimen. With radically different standards and dimensions. Now I just really feel different form other people. I feel more removed from this world. Everyone is consumed with gain and perpetuating themselves. This to me feels like a play now that will unfold whether or not I am interested in participating. People take it so seriously. I think this is because they don't see what it really is. I wish more people could step back and realize what is happening. We would stop hurting so much. It really seems to me that getting caught up in all of this is missing the point. It seems like all of this points to something else and that is what is important. That is what makes sense and can guide us. It is what is real. We don't have to continue living the way we are. We can change. We always can. We always have the power to change however we will. It depends on what we see and what we believe in. If we want, none of this can stick to us. None of it can hold us down. I don't think any of it really does anyway. We just think it does.