1. THERE HAS NEVER BEEN A SELF, it is simply an impossibility, LOL. The self is the construct that is persistently projected onto reality by the dualistic split of awareness within AS…advocate – adversary, friend-foe, good-bad.
The SELF, EGO, IDENTITY is a body / mind construct necessary to evolve awareness into seeing its’ already wholeness and perfection.
2. REINCARNATION is a story of projection of the dualistic imagined / illusionary self.. Awareness is playing in all forms through time. Awareness is just remembering itself in the many, but the dualistic self / ego identity assumes specialness and seeks to maintain the continuity of itself over projected time. It selects what it wants to remember, and it selects what support the story to maintain the separation and it’s need for specialness. The egoic self can not see the already perfect state of its being as awareness. When the dualism within is pierced (seen and understood), awareness is simply seeing itself in infinite forms through cycles of life.
3. THE SEEKER IS SEEKING ‘ITSELF’. Awareness, in U, is caught in a dualistic dialogue in the projected story within the body / mind form. Awareness, in this dualistic split (in confusion and disorientation to it’s Origin) is what makes up and maintains the illusion of a self we call self identity, ego, or selfing,…… a dear child with many names. The dualistic dialogue within, self identity, can not see the obvious. It thinks, feels and beliefs itself, according to infinite impressions ..that are now maps within awareness caught in dualism, so therefore what is perceived must be true.
WHEN AWARENESS IS SEEN all preference drops away, as life is received unedited as it is in the form. Life is implicitly trusted without a knowing or a map of what it is. It knows all the limitations of awareness in a pointed expression as the very gift it came here to experience, so it could play and feel, sense, touch, smell itself in the uniqueness of the seemingly other. That is why nothing is resisted…as every wave is known as implicitly perfect…a whisper of love from the greater sea! It has become certain in the play of uncertainty.