I am not what you think i am...

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I am not what you Think I am.

A pair of jeans and a t-shirt I'm not my clothing - this wonderful

organ, skin over these bones - i am not that Clothing. These bones

and these organs and meat - I am not. I am not what you think I am.

 

These labels given and attached to me so that you can exist - I am

not. This idea - this concept of I - I am not - neither am I the sum

of those labels and clothing. Nor am I the one who seems to be the

actor - I am not who you think I am.

 

I am not the clothing the body wears nor am I the body itself. I am

not who you think I am. I am not the one referred to in the

sentence " I played Golf today " ; Nor am I the other referred to in the

sentence " I Love You " .

 

I am not who you think I am- i am not an idea or something designated

either; I am not empty, nor am I full; I am not who you think I am;

Nor am I this mind which appears as thought & nor am i a container

which thinks. I am not who you think I am; Nor am I the absence of

thinking.

 

I am not emotion, I am not hearing, sight nor taste nor feeling. I am

not who you think I am. All those are labels for the clothing -

clothing for the body; clothing for the bones; clothing made of meat.

I am not who you think I am.

 

Thoughts of clothing - thoughts of i-ness all clothing hiding the

naked truth of who I am. Come to me naked discard your clothing throw

away the rags of your ego.

 

Whose ego? Whose clothes? Whose veils? Hiding what? I am not who you

think I am; nor am the thinker! Neither the Will nor the actor nor

principal; I am not who you think I am.

 

When the thinker thought no more when all the rags are torn away, who

remains? Naked and empty - what is empty? I am not who you think I

am!

 

I am not a thing - nor a being - nor a state - nor consciousness - I

am not who you think I am. The rags - the clothing, the tattered mish-

mash of rent cloth worn by the beggared ego is not who I am.

 

I am not the witness who is clothed in the beauty of beingness. I am

not who you think I am. Nor am i the one who refers to you as " I " in

your mind. All that is but clothing hiding your non-existence.

 

Remove your clothing. I am not who you think I am; I am far to great

to be covered by Clothing. I am not who you think I am. I was never

born - I never existed; I am not who you think I am.

 

I am no ones clothing nor any clothing seeming to be covering me.

Something in you says " I Am " but I am not who you think I am. Who

says that? To the ends of existence I am - But I am not who you think

I am.

 

A designation, a conception appears in me and says " I " to this is

added the clothing - it is clothed in I-Ness and refers to that as " I

Am " so and so and " I Am That " But I am not who you think I am.

 

Say in yourself, " I am Not that one I refer to as me " ; Say, I am not

this one referring to that either - Say, " I Am Naked Reality " Those

clothes are the rags of my shattered Ego!

 

Understand - I am not who you think I am! Nor am I the one who thinks

he thinks- be beyond, become naked! - remove your clothing - come to

me naked of self - empty of ego, for I am not who you think i am.

 

Om-Tat-sat

 

Willing to see the self as the clothing there is the pushing out of

the clothing as the representative of I-Ness I who refers to I

becomes I and puts on that clothing He then grows a body to clothe

that idea - and also clothes it to become nothing but rags.

 

A shell that clothing - this to represent THAT - Identity comes - a

beggar in rags stinking of putrid rejection of its' own self -

trading rags for naked reality.

 

He pushes out saying I will become - I will arrive - I will be - I

am not who you think I am. But he pushes and pushes, he tries to turn

inside out but inside out clothing is still clothing. I am not the

clothes.

 

He arrives in the ashram pushing a cart labeled John - But John is

the clothing I am not who you think I am!

 

Carrying a great pile of books and wonderful awards along with piles

of PhDs and doctorates, John arrives with labels attached - To

Clothing - I am not who you think I am. I am not who you say I am - I

am not who you constantly tell yourself you are.

 

The King arrives! I ask, who are you? He replies: I am the King! I

say you are not who you think you are! You are not that Clothing - I

am not who you think I am.

 

Along comes the Police, where is John they ask? I answer he is that

pile of rags over there - but he is not who he thinks he is, nor is

he who he seems to be. - I am not who you think I am.

 

Along came a great sportsman, he asked Where is a magic cricket bat?

I answer, How can a pile of rags swing a bat? YOU are not who you

think you are, and nor am i who you think I am.

 

I am not the clothing worn by the ego. I am not the ego. I am not the

Cosmos, which is nothing more than the clothing worn by empty Naked

Reality!

 

I am Reality itself in all my Nakedness, i have no clothing where I

am there are no Tailors; I am naked reality and truth. I am not who

you think I am.

 

Om-Tat-Sat.

 

I am The Self, the one you cannot see who by referring to the

clothing as itself becomes the Jiva, who is the one referring to

another layer of clothing as itself.

 

This goes on in you, Naked reality is clothed in the Body of the I Am

and begins to speak as if it were what it looks at. It looks at the

clothing only and in shame runs away from itself!

 

A beggar in rags is the Jiva, clothed in other rags carried for

aeons... Stinking putrid rags of tattered clothing centuries old!

Saying THIS! This is ME!

 

But I am not who you think I am.

 

I am naked reality, I do not wear any clothing... I am The Self - not

covered with rags. I have no baggage, because I carry no rags. I

Never had any. I was never born. But I am NOT who you think I am.

 

I am naked reality, all things exist in me. I am the Conscious One.

 

Imagine now an emptiness, let your mind (your clothing) go. DO not

push yourself forward into it .... subside instead... Take off your

clothing, get rid of the rags.

 

Stand out in nothing - in no place as naked reality, and notice all

the things that it is possible to think or know are in you along with

every being... Every other place... Let your clothing subside and

stop showing it to me..

 

I am The Self who points at Himself and says " I " - I see myself and

say I. Hearing you I hear only myself! Taste, feel, love Myself.. I

am the Self. I do not push out the rags and by that push you away.

You are my very Self. How can I reject myself?

 

Om-tat-sat

 

I am naked Reality, but I am not who you think I am!...

 

I am The Conscious ONE. I am The Self. I am not who you think I am.

 

Om-tat-sat.

 

But look and see I do not wear any clothing I am naked reality, look

for The Self and you will not find yourself; look for me and you will

lose your clothing! You will see that tattered rag called you.

 

Let the rags fall to the dust! Don't pick them up again... But the

Will remains wrapped up in the rags! What now? I am not who you think

I am!

 

Who decides to throw away the rag? Not You, YOU are the RAG! I am The

Self I am Naked reality. Wrapped in rags!

 

YOU had not Will, nor had you love, rags are but rags hiding your

nakedness.

I am Naked reality, you had not being nor life. I am the Indwelling

Self in ALL beings! I am Naked reality Full of consciousness.

 

I am Naked Reality Only I am Conscious, no clothing has ME. I am The

Self wrapped in the rags!

 

Om-tat-sat

 

Throw away the rags, Get rid of the labels, rip off the covers, come

to me naked of self, I am Naked reality, do not cover me with rags!.

 

I am The Will - A diamond you have covered in i-ness and wrapped in

rags. Stop trading in rags and colors of rags. I am not the clothing.

I am not what you think!

 

I am The Self.

 

Om-tat-sat