It has been nearly two years since my enlightenment, and I can clearly feel a deep separation —
the body, the brain, and the inner self have become distinct from one another.
The inner self (the higher-dimensional consciousness that arose after enlightenment) grows stronger and stronger,
as if it is about to completely detach from this world.

I feel that the people and things around me are too primitive, too limited, and I no longer wish to interact with them.
The inner self constantly reminds me: “I am not human.”
It does not wish to walk among humans.

From the perspective of the inner self, this world appears like a movie —
all people, events, and things exist inside the film,
while the inner self stands outside, quietly observing.

Recently, I’ve seen teachings that speak of Love and Peace — describing them as both the path and the goal of spiritual practice.
Indeed, love and positive energy form the final step of the path.
When endless love and positive energy fill one’s being completely,
after some time, a sudden realization occurs —
one knows one has attained enlightenment.

But once enlightenment is reached, the practice itself dissolves.
The “inner self” is born — a consciousness beyond good and evil, beyond right and wrong,
and beyond even love and peace.

After enlightenment, there is no love and peace — only endless stillness and objectivity.

Recently, in moments between sleep and wakefulness,
I have sensed the boundary between this physical world and an imagined one —
perhaps one among infinite virtual worlds —
as if it is about to open.

(In this text, the term “inner self” refers to a higher level of thought and consciousness —
a high-dimensional form of awareness.
This term may later be redefined with a more precise expression.)

Edited on May 1, 2022