Not Created, Not Lost: Remembering What You Always Were
What if the most controversial question in human history isn’t about the existence of God—but about who you are?
We are told, over and over again, that God created us. But if God created us, He must be separate from us. And if we are just creations—then we are objects, beings designed to obey, limited by the story we were given. If you accept that, you make yourself small.
But then ask yourself: if God created us, who created God? And who created the one who created God? If everything must have a beginning, then the creator too must be created, and the creator of the creator, and on and on it goes. That’s a loop. An infinite chain with no ground.
So what if there is no chain? What if you were never created? What if you were always here, beyond the idea of time, name, form, or thought?
You Were Never Created
The belief that we were created forces us into dependence. Into fear. Into worship of something outside ourselves.
But great beings like the Buddha never said you were a creation. They said you are unborn. You are not a made object. You are not a possession. You are That which has no origin, no beginning, no end.
Your true nature is not something you become. It is something you uncover. Beneath your stories, your identity, your memories—there is an awareness, a silence, a presence. That is you.
And when you remember this, there is no question of “Why did I forget?” Because that question only arises when you are already forgetting again. In remembering, there is no doubt. There is just being.
This World Was Not Claimed. It Was Realized.
Some say this world is designed, so it must have a designer. But nature is not a machine. The forest was not engineered. The stars were not signed by a builder. They are expressions of something much deeper—existence itself.
Who said God made the sky and then came down to tell us He did? Why would a creator need to claim creation? Real love doesn’t announce itself. Real creation doesn't demand credit.
The idea of a God coming to Earth to say “I created this” is not divine—it’s ego. That’s not God speaking. That’s a human mind trying to write itself into eternity.
But the real is silent. It needs no claim. It only needs to be seen.
Why the World Looks Broken
The world isn’t broken. But many people feel broken inside, and that gets projected onto the world.
You grow up being told to chase money, power, attention, love, reputation. You’re not taught to know yourself. You’re programmed to look outward.
And in that outward chase, people get lost. They become jealous, afraid, numb, greedy. And from that place, they act. They hurt each other. Not because the world is evil, but because people are asleep.
So don’t call the world broken. See it for what it is: a mirror. A reflection of your state of being. When you wake up, you see beauty in the smallest leaf. You feel joy looking at the sky. That joy was never missing. It was just covered.
Who Is Seeking?
If there is no separate self, then who is meditating? Who is asking these questions?
It is you.
But not the false you. Not the name, the role, the story. It is the one beneath the mask. The one who never changes, no matter what changes around it.
From childhood, you are trained to become something. You are taught to fit into an identity. But your true nature is not something you can become. It is what you were before all becoming.
So when you ask, "Who am I?" that question doesn’t create a new self. It burns away what you are not. And what remains is not a thing—it is presence.
Why Do I Feel Empty Then?
Because you believe a thought that says you are separate. That says you need to earn love, find success, be better, have more.
That thought creates a hole. And no matter what you put into it—fame, sex, validation, money—it stays hungry.
But when you stop running and sit with yourself, in silence, you realize: The one trying to fill the emptiness is the emptiness. And when that illusion drops, everything becomes full.
Even stillness. Even space. Even just being.
This Is Not Escape. This Is Truth.
Some people say, “You’re just escaping reality by saying it’s all an illusion.” But who said to escape?
I say: go into the pain. Feel it. Cry. Fall. Be fully here. Don’t run from experience. Dive so deeply into it that you dissolve the one who was resisting it.
When you do that, you realize: pain isn’t the enemy. Resistance is.
And suddenly, even pain has beauty. Even loss has love in it. Even death has silence.
Can Everyone Awaken?
Yes.
But not everyone will. Because awakening doesn’t come from belief. It comes from the fire inside you. From your own longing, your own curiosity, your own refusal to be satisfied with illusions.
No one can awaken for you. No book, no teacher, no path can give it to you. But the moment you look at yourself with honesty and say, “Who am I really?”—the journey begins.
What Happens After Death?
I don’t know.
But I know what happens when you remember what you are before death. A vast silence opens up. A love that doesn't depend on a body or a name. A joy that isn’t tied to any story.
You realize: you were never really born. You are just appearing and disappearing, like a wave on the ocean.
So what happens after the wave dissolves? The ocean remains. And that ocean is you.
Beyond the Final Question: When the Seeker Begins to Fade
You will keep asking until there is no one left to ask.
You’ll say: But I still feel pain, I still forget, how do I begin?, How do I stay? ,What if I lose it again?
And even that is okay. The mind is not wrong for asking. But none of it will lead you there — because you are already there. You’ve always been.
What you are… is not a mind. Not a body. Not a state. Not a story. Not even a presence that can be named.
It has no edge. No face. No history. No next step.
When you stop trying to grasp it— when the seeker itself dissolves in stillness— there is a silence that needs no confirmation.
No teaching can bring you to this. No belief can hold it. No question can reach it.
Because you were never a question. You are the answer before words.
So sit. Not to understand. But to vanish. And in that vanishing, you will know—not with thought, but with being.
That knowing has no name. But it has always been you.
Remember
Don’t try to understand this with the mind. The mind wants proof, reason, logic. But what we are speaking of is not an object. It is you.
You can’t believe your way into it. You can’t force it. You can only stop running. Be still. And in that stillness, remember.
You are not created. Not born. Not destroyed.
You are what watches the entire play.
And the moment you realize this, the play continues—but now, you’re free.
You are not created, not lost.
You are what remains.
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