I was a rock star. Something was missing.
I was a rock star a long time ago. Selling millions of records. Entering the charts. Having money, lots of money. Famous. Girls. Friends. Very important record companies.
But there was something missing.
I come from success, from fame, from riches, from prosperity. But there was something missing.
Everything was happening by chance, as it happens to all of us, by chance. You can fall into poverty, or you can become rich, by chance. But by chance you will lose everything.
The golden organ
There is something within ourselves that I call the golden organ: the Will. Something we have neglected, forgotten, buried in the innermost recesses of our own being. The will.
Two years alone in a Hollywood villa
Then I started to live in solitude. My manager was arrested for drugs, and I had the opportunity to live in a beautiful villa in Hollywood, by myself, in solitude, for two years or more.
I wanted to know what was missing within myself. I had everything. But there was a sadness. Something I didn’t know how to deal with.
And something happened. I went through pain, through disappointment, through sadness, through suffering. And I won.
I didn’t try to avoid them. I tackled the violence I was carrying within myself, just by facing it. Tackling it.
I understood that the outer and the inner are one and the same. That I could change what we call reality at will.
I had to eliminate layers and layers of ballast. That is very, very painful. Much more painful than the pain I was suffering before.
Why we love our own suffering
We love suffering. We love to be in pain. We think and believe that pain, that suffering, is our own protection, a shield. It is not.
Little by little we bend and we enter into a vicious circle, which is a prison: habits.
Only the individual comes out. Never hide in the crowd.
Only the individual can come out of this. Not the crowd.
Don’t hide in the crowd because you will suffer, you will age and you will die. And you will feel very disappointed, because there is something you were not able to grasp.
I won. And something certain happened within me: that out there, there is no conflict. There is no war. There is no poverty. There is no disease. There is no death.
Death is your own invention
Death is your own invention. Your own creation.
Death is a device, an instrument for you to come out of a lifetime full of misfortunes, pains, difficulties, troubles.
The world is a truth machine
You yourself invented time. Time is a paint. Time is a coat that you put on your inner being, to see what is going on within yourself. The world is an outcome of time.
The world is a mirror. The world is telling you all the truth about yourself. The world has the ungrateful task of telling you the truth, nothing but the truth, about yourself.
We die a thousand times every single day
When you eliminate the thousands of deaths within yourself, you will never witness death in the outer world.
You have to stop dying within. We die thousands of times in a single day. That is why we should come out of this vicious circle, this prison.
And so you invented death.
Timelessness, fearlessness, deathlessness
Can we live in a state of timelessness? Yes. Can we live in a state of fearlessness? Can we live in a state of deathlessness?
I did. I was able to win time. And each of us can do this, if you understand that you have to stop dying within.
Only the individual can create, love, dream
Only the individual can create. Only the individual can love. Only the individual can dream. The crowd cannot do that. The crowd’s job is to destroy.
But the crowd has to exist. It is a good balance with the individual. But be careful, never mingle, never mix with the crowd.
The individual, a man of integrity, never mixes with the crowd. Because he has an inner command. He is in charge of himself, herself. He is governing himself, herself.
And the world knows about it. The world knows everything about you, because you and the world are one and the same. The distance is just time.
How Time became your dictator
Time is at your service, if you know how to use it. Most of us are used by time.
You invented time, and then you became the victim of something you yourself created. Time has become your boss.
Time decides which wife, which husband you have to marry; which car you have to drive; which house you have to live in. You do not count for anything. Everything is up to time.
You invented time as a very good servant, but your inner forgetfulness transformed time into a dictator.
How can we use time? How can you return to your leadership: inner leadership, inner kingship, inner godship?
You are God, a forgetful God
I realised that the world knows everything about you yourself. Everything. You cannot hide it. You cannot hide it.
If you know this, you will be reborn. You will return to possess your right of authorship, of kingship.
My book, The School for Gods, is telling you that you are God. Yes, a forgetful God.
And then you became an insect, governed by anything happening in the outer world. The outer world has become the world of causes, and you the effect.
My book says: be a king, and the kingdom will come. Return to your right of being a king within the kingdom.
