Ever since a child talk to themselves or to an imaginary person? Can you remember whether the child sought your attention that you did not give and so they went and formed another person in their imagination? Maybe it is not imagination? Perhaps there is another person there that we cannot see because we do not have original vision. We have not suspended disbelief to believe.
We are pretty much disbelievers of each other and the stories we share. Why we are so is not about the story or the story teller, but about you the one that the story is being told to. The teller and the story will be telling of where you are in the ever changing continuum of consciousness. We don’t have to make the story ours, we can still give the story our time without it becoming us. Yet we resist. Why?
We resist that which triggers a layer inside of us that we have under wraps. We won’t look at it. We have no time to look at it because who we are right now is enough and we are comfortable with the sight of us for now. Similarly, our stories will receive the same response from others thinking the story stinks! And yes it does. It stinks of your rotting insides you refuse to acknowledge.
As long as we harbour intolerance we have learnt nothing of the nature of us. We are still very much under the garb of the good old mind. That is still not under our reign.
Is your mind your following?