Freedom from the mind games: A practical guide for enlightenment

By Marius Mihai Lungu

There are moments when human mind transcends both the limits of the senses and those of ordinary thinking, entering the realm of other realities. As far as mind is concerned, the very dreams are solid realities, such as the normal waking state. But when we wake up we realize that everything has been just an illusion. As an instrument in itself and through the power we unconsciously give it, our mind comes to tame and manipulate us according to its own scenarios and it does so even in our sleep with dreams. But the mind is no longer present during the deep sleep and when we wake up there is nothing left to remind us of those moments.

However, even in the deep sleep there is something accompanying us, making us realize that we exist even when our mind is absent. Having realized my true nature, I find all these methods and techniques that I myself have applied and written here in the book unnecessary.

But I realize that at that moment, should someone ask me only this: ‘’Do you know you exist?,’’ ‘’Are you aware that you exist?’’ and ‘’Has there been any time when you did not exist?,’’ I do not think I would have understood a single thing and the simplicity of my true nature (which is also yours) would have been overlooked, as usual.

• Language: English
• Publisher: ATMAN
• Release date: Jan 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9786068758770

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Freedom from the mind games

Marius Mihai Lungu

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LUNGU, MARIUS MIHAI

Freedom from the mind games : a practical guide for

enlightenment / Marius Mihai Lungu ; trad.: Mariana Alexandru.

- Bucureşti : Atman, 2018

ISBN 978-606-8758-62-6

I. Alexandru, Mariana (trad.)

159.9

ISBN ePub: 978-606-8758-77-0

English Translation: Mariana Alexandru

Copyright © 2015 Marius Mihai Lungu

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Preamble

There are moments when human mind transcends both the limits of the senses and those of ordinary thinking, entering the realm of other realities. As far as mind is concerned, the very dreams are solid realities, such as the normal waking state. In dreams, as in the waking state, we sense a variety of feelings and emotions as well as situations of an undeniable reality influencing our behavior and vital force.

But when we wake up we realize that everything has been just an illusion. As an instrument in itself and through the power we unconsciously give it, our mind comes to tame and manipulate us according to its own scenarios and it does so even in our sleep with dreams. But the mind is no longer present during the deep sleep and when we wake up there is nothing left to remind us of those moments. However, even in the deep sleep there is something accompanying us, making us realize that we exist even when our mind is absent.

Man has always felt that there is something far greater in him than he could feel using his ordinary senses, only in this search he sees the illusion as reality, eventually conceding to a state of endless search, accepting the ephemeral as eternal and his lusts as essential motivations. As he satisfies his cravings, he sees, however, that the so-called and short-lived happiness turns quickly into inner suffering. And this is how a feeling of inner emptiness causing anxiety shows itself. When asking our mind what has to be done, it comes up with another plan, urging us to begin a new search.

It is a never-ending circle, unless something inwards breaks it. Being sometimes pointed into a certain path leading him to the ‘’Other’’ containing the mind, to the ‘’Other’’ telling him that he exists even in his deep sleep, when the mind is inactive, is also something inward. We have many terms for the ‘’Other’’ containing the mind, but here I preferred to call it ‘’true self’’.

Our true self makes the subject of this writing. I haven’t called it a book, as I do not consider myself a physical manifestation of a creator. When writing these lines I have simply followed my inner guidance, never wishing to get to this point. It is true that there were certain moments when I had flashes of inspiration and those moments helped me write down many words in various notebooks, but nothing took form in the end.

Getting back to these lines that I had the opportunity to bring to this manifestation, they have been my reality for the last 10 to 12 years. I have experienced absolutely everything written here, with more or less appropriate results. Thus, these lines may very well be a guide and a comfort for the people who feel (as I once felt) that there is something beyond thoughts, senses, desires, emotions and feelings. We have some sort of feeling that within us there is something that defines us but cannot be detected through ordinary senses. As it should be, because senses can only detect an object of perception in itself. But who is the one feeling it? What is the observer in himself? How does the mind interfere in the observer’s perception and how does it twist it? How does the mind influence the body and how does it become a puppet enchanted by the spectacle of the mind? These are the questions that I have asked myself – these and many more – and I have been answered in terms that leave no room for any interpretation whatsoever. All the received answers make up the structure of this writing.

My psychical and mental mentor, shrouded so far in anonymity, urged me and suggested I should write these lines (I consider the term ‘’guru" as inappropriate here). This man, whose identity I have not yet managed to find out, of whom I only know the nickname he uses in the email (MAR Y SOL), he was the one who interrupted an action that proved to be a dead end to me. He was the one who made me aware of the reality and overcome the mental barriers and influences.

I have tried many times to find out his ‘’true identity’’, but he has always told me that his true identity is the same as mine; all I have to do is see that. Anonymously, knowing him only through his emails, he made me overcome many soul and body crises that I have been through all these years.

Each time he wrote me he insisted on the same thing: that I exist and am aware of my existence, guiding me to become aware of the here and the now as often as possible, stopping me completely from what I was doing or thinking. Now, having realized my true nature, I find all these methods and techniques that I myself have applied and written here in the book unnecessary. But I realize that at that moment, should someone ask me only this: ‘’Do you know you exist?,’’ ‘’Are you aware that you exist?’’ and ‘’Has there been any time when you did not exist?,’’ I do not think I would have understood a single thing and the simplicity of my true nature (which is also yours) would have been overlooked, as usual.

Such was the case during many years of guidance, until, at some point, I have clearly seen what I am. And that was it! Since then the life of this body / mind appearance that I call ‘’I’’ has continued in the same way as before, but all the interpretations and conditions created by the mind have no longer had any effect on the lived experience. I understood that the mind, like the body and all the apparent objects is part of the same manifestation of this conscious energy intelligence which is actually our true nature.

Do not try to interpret and analyse any words and expressions that you are about to read in this writing, because if you do so, your mind will instantly create a virtual image that will absorb you, making you lose your real guidance. Words are concepts helping us to express ourselves, but they keep us at a mental level. The words in this writing are just clues to be followed without any analysis and mental concentration. You have nothing to do but to follow them; the real understanding is intuitive.

Do not try to understand what is being written; instead, try to read everything as if reading a map: follow the landmarks taking into account the position you are in. Should you have any difficulties, do not dwell on those words, just keep reading. You will notice later that the inconsistencies disappear. Once you have finished reading, let the meaning of the clues guide you, and after a while re-read what has been written here. You will notice a clarity and a natural understanding of what has been written, even if it didn’t seem understandable with the first reading. You will also notice a detachment of what happens with you and around you. Do not pay attention to the mind that will make you consider yourselves as ‘’insensible.’’ Empathy, which is one of our true nature features (such as tranquility, happiness and love are), will be felt on its own, but it will only take into account what we really are and will no longer take into consideration any appearances.

Chapter One

The Message in the Bottle

Where had my optimism and joy vanished? Everything seemed to have darkened in my world and thoughts. As if I were attacked from all directions and I had no longer either the strength or the desire to put up a fight.

So much had happened in the last years, too many things to solve one at a time. My friends, whom I thought them to be my soul friends, had shown their true colors, betraying and framing me all kinds of guilt, after all the time we had been close and I had let them get involved in my affairs and tried to keep them successful in business. I had opened myself to them and, trusting them completely, I had let them know all my actions. They took advantage of it and ruined my business, leaving me without the main source of income.

I was in a financial collapse and there was no hope of starting another business with my former co-workers. I went through a number of variations, but all of them ended in failure, which added to all the other issues.

All this nervousness along with my mental and physical stress brought up other problems into my life. Slowly, I began to develop all kind of illnesses. At first these weaknesses of my body manifested as a common flu or a little pain here and there, soon to repeat themselves more and more often. Pain got worse over time, so much that in a very short time I got critically ill.

All of this had a strong impact on me, thus experiencing the worst mental crisis I have ever faced. I was no longer able to focus even on the usual affairs that otherwise I would have instantly resolved. I found it harder and harder to act normally. I became so choleric and tense that any remark I found strange would drive me crazy, even those made by the people whom I considered soul of my soul, namely my children, my wife and my parents. And their words and deeds had strangely much more effect on my psyche than other people’s.

As a result of this psychic storm, my behavior began to change without me realizing it. Even if the people around me gave me sometimes funny looks and the ones closest to me warned me, I would remain firmly convinced that nothing had changed and my behavior was the same as before. Not only was I missing my own changes, but I was convincing myself ever more deeply that all of these people had turned against me and I would have laid myself open to their criticism or disapproval by any word or gesture.

I am still confused whether it was my noticeable behavioral change or the help of my former good friends’ soothing words that led my wife to suspect I was having an affair, and those times I was away would have proven it. Even though all the time I was traveling I had business meetings, from which I was earning a living, she would keep reproaching me the same thing. In my wife’s mind, my affair was a certainty because of the long periods of time when I was away and my low income. The reason was that before, in a short period of time, earnings were higher than now, when I had to spend much more time working and gains were substantially lower. I had tried, but with no visible results, to explain to her that the kind of work I was doing now was something new to me and my relationship with my actual business partners had just started and trust had not yet been established.

Therefore, after a more heated argument, my wife told me that either I was getting back to my former schedule and way of being or we were breaking up and I was leaving home. It wouldn’t have affected me so much if it hadn’t been for my youngest daughter. She was the only person who accepted me as I was and had no claim I should be different than I felt to be at that time. Even if sometimes I got so annoyed that I would yell even at her, she seemed to understand what was eating me up and, ignoring my outbursts, she would snuggle onto my chest.

However, under such difficult circumstances with no way out, I made a decision: for a longer period of time, I would leave alone for the only place where I could keep my thoughts steady, namely Mangalia. It was the only place where I was always happy to come back to, even if the first time I went there I did not like the sea too much. No other place made me feel so relaxed; the sea seemed different, the sun looked brighter, and the air had a clarity that I found hard to describe.

So I decided to go there alone for two weeks. I left when autumn came and the tourist season was low, and it was quiet again so that I could be as less as possible distracted from my thoughts.

It was a dark and rainy day when I got there, which suited my mood perfectly. Contrary to my habits up until then, once I got here, I stayed in a cheap hotel away from the city center but close to the sea and some very little frequented areas even in the summer. Therefore, I had assured myself the peace I needed.

I would spend each day up and down the long and empty beaches, my only company being the seagulls and the puppies that had found shelter in the area and knew I always had some food for them in my bag. I didn’t mind the bad weather. The sound of the foamy waves and the strong whistling winds had a particularly reassuring effect on my mind.

If the weather had been good, the sky clear and the breeze slow, the nervousness of my mind might have carried on but in a few days, with all the sea swirl and the agitated air, I managed to find the mental peace that I thought lost for good. With all the continuous noise of the unleashed sea, I began sleeping soundly at night, and the nightmares that once interrupted my short periods of sleeping had started to disappear. But I still had no dreams. Before all hell broke loose in my life, my dreams had been intense and there had barely been a night without a beautiful or a meaningful dream. Then my nightmares and sweating had taken control of my nights. Now my sleep had become so deep, as if I had completely left this world during its duration.

My mind had settled down but my body pains kept on torturing me. The pain I was feeling prevented me from having a normal life and kept me in a state of apathy and a lack of taste for life. Although my mind shadows had disappeared, I did not catch a glimpse of a way out from the condition I was still in. The saving ideas I was waiting for were late in coming, making me feel a mental void from which even hope had disappeared. I felt that I had lost full control of my life. My mind had completely emptied, and even though I was feeling an inner silence, I was yet to find the thoughts that would show me the solution. My body, which should have moved according to my age, had restricted movements because of the pain – sometimes unbearable.

My staying here was coming to an end and I could see clearer and clearer that all the hopes I had made when I decided to come to the seashore had proved to be just an illusion. Despair had begun to overwhelm me one more time and, added to the physical pain, it had pushed me over the edge again.

However, I had a dream during the night before the last. I was perfectly sure I had a dream as I remember a dream fragment of me being at the seashore and forcefully throwing a bottle where I had put a paper I had written something on. When I woke up, I knew that was what I had to do and it crossed my mind that it might have been the reason I came here for.

So I took an empty plastic bottle, a sheet of paper and a pen and I began to rack my brains with a message to write and put into the bottle. I tried all sorts of ideas, writing a bunch of fantasies but if reading them objectively, they would not have been an actual message. So, after a while, I gave up. I got dressed and went out for my usual walk on the seashore, yet putting the bottle, the notebook and the pen in my pockets out of reflex. For several hours, I have slowly walked back and forth the beach, being unable to stop thinking about the message in the bottle. At some point, being exhausted, I gave up thinking about it and, becoming aware of the sea sound and the wind chimes, I got carried away.

I was wandering as if I had been hypnotized. I had left the room for hours and yet I did not feel any fatigue, hunger, thirst or any other sensation that would make me put an end to my walk. It was getting dark by the time I ran into a small bay with two high dams made of stabilizers and granite rocks, full of shells and snails. As the sea was getting calmer and the waves were no longer washing the rocks, I followed an inner impulse to climb the dam’s highest area. Even though the rock surface was slippery because of the never-ceasing rain and of the waves bathing it so far, I managed to get to its top without a hitch. I sat down on the top of it, not bothering that I would get wet, and with a thoughtless mind I began to look at the sea and the birds flying above its surface and back to hidden places known only to them, in order to spend the night that was about to take up everything soon.

That very instant I fished the rumpled notebook and the pen out of my pocket and, as if driven by someone else, I started writing down: "I don’t believe I will resist here for long. Everything goes against me and I cannot find any way out of the haze that has overtaken me for a long time. If you think you can help me get out of this hell, here you have my email address or phone number. I hope your answer reaches me while I am still in this world.’’ I ended the message by writing my name and data contact. I folded the message and put it in the bottle, next to a pebble I had taken earlier by chance from the dam.

I had to throw the bottle as far as possible otherwise the currents near the shore would have brought it back, dragging it among the dam’s stones. I squeezed the cork as hard as I could and strongly convinced that it was the only solution I could find, I threw the bottle with a strength I would not have believed myself capable of.

I threw it so hard as if I had wanted to throw it on the other bank of the sea, making the bottle fall very far from the dam. The wind, still strong, might have helped me, but the bottle white cork was slowly, but surely, getting away from the dam. I have watched it for as long and as far as I could until I lost sight of it. Getting down from the dam, I hurried to the restaurant in order to appease the hunger that overtook me all of a sudden.

It was then when I realized that everything that had happened to me that day had been unusual. Me, a glutton, I succeeded in not eating for a whole day and not feeling any trace of hunger until I managed to get the message in the bottle and throw it in the sea. Right after I had done it, hunger was quickly felt. Sitting at a table in the restaurant, my thoughts were still focused on what had happened during that day and I realized I had walked almost all day long, still not feeling a bit of pain, fatigue, thirst or hunger. Until that day, my walks had been for short periods of time, followed by longer periods of rest and after two or three hours of such alternations, I needed to take a longer break as I would end up feeling worn out. But that day wasn’t the case and the reasons remained unclear to me. I gave up investigating too deeply what had happened and I focused on the food on the table, trying to take smaller bites in consideration to my stomach.

I was feeling pleasantly sleepy after eating my dinner, so I retired to my room, laying back in bed for my siesta. Only the siesta went on until four o’clock in the morning. I tried to fall asleep again, but I did not succeed, so I started packing my bags, because I was going back home in a few hours.

I went to the seashore to breathe in the sunrise strong ionized air. Not even one of the previous days had I seen a single ray of sunshine, but that day the sky lit up a bit to the east, so I witnessed a sunrise the likes of which I had not seen in a very long time. The sun was unusually big and its brilliant red glow had colored everything around me. But the view was due to last only for a little while, as the sun got quickly covered by clouds. I thanked God for the glorious sunrise I had been blessed with and I regretfully returned home. I knew I would go back in the same hostile environment I had