Science of faith

  A companion who stays with me always, no matter the situation. It is a sweet, beautiful bond; everyone searches for a friend like this without realizing they already have one. You may be confused about who this is. It is none other than You—the “You” who observes yourself while you are smiling, crying, or even in anger. While you eat, it watches and experiences through you, yet it never feels hunger. While you drink, it experiences the sensation, yet it never grows thirsty. When I try to describe it, I feel as though it is not merely “inside.” It remains present, watching the body as if it were standing outside of it. It is formless, indivisible, and a “no-thing.” Even now, while I am writing and my mind is focused on processing information, I feel myself being observed. There is a silent watcher behind the eyes, witnessing every single action and listening to every word that arises within me. Because of this observer, I feel a sense of detachment from my emotions: Am I truly sa...

  The Realization   ​A thought appeared in my mind: If the mind always pushes me to see myself as a separate person within the head, then why can’t the Divine have the same kind of relationship with me? ​The ultimate question is not "Am I the body or thought?" but rather: What is the source that observes both? ​Both body and thought are reflections of " I Am ," and "I Am" itself is the reflection of the Divine. ​A challenging thought arises: "If you don’t believe it, then what is it that the universe has but you don’t have?" ​You appear as a second person to your mind, just as You and God seem separate. Yet in truth, you possess the Mind — which is God’s expression. ​The Mind is the Observer watching "you," but it often forgets that it is itself the observer. When the Mind realizes who "you" truly are, it merges with you, dissolving the illusion of separation. What remains is the oneness of You and Mind. ​God is the founda...

Introduction I was reading a post about an 80-year-old who was worried about his last day. This got me thinking: What is death, and what happens after it? While I was lost in thought, a mosquito landed on me, trying to drink my blood. I didn’t intend to kill it, but the sudden pain made me instinctively slap my hand. Luckily, it escaped. Pain, Life, and Awareness That moment of pain sparked a fascinating question: Is the pain in my hand or in my brain ? Actually, it’s in my awareness . But where is awareness? It’s invisible. If pain resides in awareness, where does life reside? Is it just the journey between birth and death? I believe life is an experience. Through this experience, I know about my brain, heart , and other organs. But what is life, truly? Why doesn’t a robot have life? Life has meaning, even if we consider something as simple as a battery having a “life.” How long does a battery’s life last? As long as it can provide a charge. Are we, like a battery, simply working for...