The emperor wears no clothes (Wouter van Oord)

The emperor wears no clothes. 

According to the late  Jean Klein, listening and Consciousness are not in the brain, and what You truly are IS the very 'I Am' that underlies the totality of the appearance.

This hardcore dogma echoos on in Klein's massive  advaita  teaching.

Klein says that it is important to be really, radically aware of how 'you' feel when 'your brain' is free from all representation. 

Whithin  that awareness 'You' are nowhere, there is no centre there, there are no boundaries, there is only infinite space, 'You' are that space! 

'You' have to live with it and not leave it an intellectual understanding. 

In that premisse' You' remain as what 'You' really are, by using higher reasoning,

an intuitive glimpse, which is NOT in the brain. 

Klein says: "Answers to questions never come from the brain! 

Listening is the key! 'You' are That! 

Feel yourself in the answer as the real freedom!" 

That sounds pretty solid, ain't it?!

In the deepest sense  this is perfectly true, but the question remains: 'is what is called' Consciousness' this very freedom?!' 

It needs a lot of fearless gut to stand up to that dogma!

No one, including every guru that ever lived, has ever known what's going on or what anything is!!! 

Be honest! What do you really know for sure?! 

That you are alive?! 

Even that you do not know for sure!!! 

You do not know whether you are dead or alive! 

You cannot tell the difference! 

I have great respect for Jean Klein, he's been one of my favorites throughout what is supposed to be 'my search for truth". 

I have attended several of his  discourses. 

He was a beautiful charismatic man. 

But I had to let him go. 

At the end of the search his message ended up on one of my dusty bookshelves sitting among the lot of his lookalikes. 

Swallowing all the variaties of advaita stuff for many years made me puke in the end, a massive nausea overwhelmed me and became a choking stranglehold, a massive  psychedelic blackout dressed up as death. 

Grasping for breath I 

struggled in strangle fear bardos and dared surface again, there  was however no despair, but just a non-dramatic conduct of survival that washed me up again, suspended between no thing and nothing at all. 

I am no thing and not even that! 

The dream of 'me' is the brain's objectified hallucination, which in itself is the greatest wonder.

It is a nuclear universe aware of being aware in nondual mode, so to speak! 

A conjuring. 

A paradox. 

There is no 'ego' to erase on a worldly stage. 

Ramana's claims are useless here. 

Ramana danced with his pet cow untill it died! 

There's just nothing significant in the dream of life!

Whatever is believed  appears as reality. 

Its all imagination. 

Elusively obviouss. 

No one is right or wrong in what is conjured up as virtual eyelid movies. 

Jean Klein's description of being nothing in particular remains a beautiful milestone in the dream of life. 

Ramana stars  forever too, like diamonds do. 

I have nothing against that. 

Why would I?! 

I have no say! 

Mountains are mountains, rivers are rivers. 

Yet there are no mountains and rivers! 

Nothing is herenow! 

This is not the Love you think it is!

'We' don't end up in the heavens! 

There's nothing going on. 

The brain is God and no one sits with it. 

Whatever the gurus have been trying to convey as truth throughout the ages 

is all about the brain's nullity. 

That is what has always being sought. 

It's point Zero! 

'Consciousness' makes believe it can live there

forever as King on a throne, naked, without clothes! 

Nothing is farther from the truth. 

There is no truth! 

All there is, is precious life! 

For no one. 

Call that freedom if you like. 

Wouter van Oord.