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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2026 9:50 am
You know how I always grumbled at people, at my circle. Let’s say I met with a
friend. I’m talking with him, but I see that he isn’t here. Well, that his attention
isn’t with me, as if he’s some kind of bot on autopilot. I understand that he’s
thinking about something, and I begin to lay into him: “Tell me what you’re
thinking about.” He says: “About nothing.” I answer: “No, something happened.”
And what’s the point, why do I say “something happened” like that? Because
when a person has a block, the heart is closed, and there’s no light in it, it’s when
he’s turning something over in his head, some problem. Figuratively speaking,
someone dumped you, or you got fired at work, or you quarreled with someone
yesterday, and this sits in your head like an unsolved task, and so strongly that
it’s as if all your attention is there, and that you’re somewhere over there, but not
here. And everything you do seems meaningless, similar to real depression —
whoever knows what that is, it’s very similar. And it’s as if I was in such a state, but
I don’t know by what my attention was stolen, nothing happened. It was stolen by
me, and it’s as if I wasn’t there, and there was simply me as if on autopilot. It really
reminded me of the film “Click” with Adam Sandler, when he was fast-forwarding
through his life, and then watched from the outside, with the magician, how he
sat at the table on autopilot, and no one even noticed it. And this magician tells
him: “People often go into autopilot and no one notices it.” And so the point is
that I went onto autopilot, but I am, after all, the Spirit, and not this body. And
it’s as if I was going off somewhere, was absent, and everything else was autopilot.
And now I’ve returned. I don’t know what this is for.
We people are made up of various layers of the self. It’s hard for you to picture and
imagine this, of course, but the point is that there are various layers of the self.
There’s you like this, like this, like this, and if some one of them dies or leaves,
then another version of you, it remains, after all. This is very unusual. And the
point is that this version of mine, of the Spirit, it went off somewhere, and my
other version remained. But now the Spirit has returned. Hurray! I didn’t even
do anything for it, seriously. This is good. And right away everything just gets
highlighted… Of course, life with the Spirit is a bit better than without the Spirit.
The Spirit is already such a superpower that it’s simply astonishing. The Spirit is
a superpower. But again, it has a power level. I wouldn’t say it’s super-powerful,
friend. I’m talking with him, but I see that he isn’t here. Well, that his attention
isn’t with me, as if he’s some kind of bot on autopilot. I understand that he’s
thinking about something, and I begin to lay into him: “Tell me what you’re
thinking about.” He says: “About nothing.” I answer: “No, something happened.”
And what’s the point, why do I say “something happened” like that? Because
when a person has a block, the heart is closed, and there’s no light in it, it’s when
he’s turning something over in his head, some problem. Figuratively speaking,
someone dumped you, or you got fired at work, or you quarreled with someone
yesterday, and this sits in your head like an unsolved task, and so strongly that
it’s as if all your attention is there, and that you’re somewhere over there, but not
here. And everything you do seems meaningless, similar to real depression —
whoever knows what that is, it’s very similar. And it’s as if I was in such a state, but
I don’t know by what my attention was stolen, nothing happened. It was stolen by
me, and it’s as if I wasn’t there, and there was simply me as if on autopilot. It really
reminded me of the film “Click” with Adam Sandler, when he was fast-forwarding
through his life, and then watched from the outside, with the magician, how he
sat at the table on autopilot, and no one even noticed it. And this magician tells
him: “People often go into autopilot and no one notices it.” And so the point is
that I went onto autopilot, but I am, after all, the Spirit, and not this body. And
it’s as if I was going off somewhere, was absent, and everything else was autopilot.
And now I’ve returned. I don’t know what this is for.
We people are made up of various layers of the self. It’s hard for you to picture and
imagine this, of course, but the point is that there are various layers of the self.
There’s you like this, like this, like this, and if some one of them dies or leaves,
then another version of you, it remains, after all. This is very unusual. And the
point is that this version of mine, of the Spirit, it went off somewhere, and my
other version remained. But now the Spirit has returned. Hurray! I didn’t even
do anything for it, seriously. This is good. And right away everything just gets
highlighted… Of course, life with the Spirit is a bit better than without the Spirit.
The Spirit is already such a superpower that it’s simply astonishing. The Spirit is
a superpower. But again, it has a power level. I wouldn’t say it’s super-powerful,