As the tornado dissipates, you might find yourself in a vast open field. You no longer remember who you were or where you were going. When the winds turn into stillness, you’ll realize there’s nothing as far as the eye can see. You try calling out, but there’s nothing…. You stand up… look around…. Sit down again…. Who were you? Where were you going? Are you supposed to be doing something now? You realize the awareness that once felt threatening and almost violent has now shif

The quiet is so big and vast and empty. A sense of unease begins to cloud the open empty field. The field is now an old house. Pieces of your hurt ego are watching through the windows. Where did they come from? Hadn’t you already freed them? You close the blinds, but they start knocking on the doors. They’re everywhere, trying to get in. The more you resist them, the louder and more terrifying they become. You change your approach, open the doors and welcome them in. Embrace

When the balloon pops, what’s revealed is that you’ve never truly existed. You’re nothing but space/air/awareness. Space/air is nothing, nothing exists and neither do you. The cushy ego/balloon was a false sense you were something other than air/space/awareness. What was inside of the balloon has now been absorbed into all that is. Imagine we are all balloons. The thick rubber layer is our self (the witness) and our identity (the character). As we go through life, this rubber