the Announcer in your mind

 

We all have one or several announcers living inside me. No matter what you see, no matter what happens, my announcer constantly speaks and proceeds.

In fact, all the work of sitting meditation and praying is a tearful attempt to get out of it.

But the announcer always comes and speaks quietly with a microphone. "Breathe in and out."

Sometimes they praise me, and sometimes they scold me for similar incidents.

All this happens every second of every day, but we already live without taking it for granted or even recognizing it.

Although we often think about our daily lives and say things like "It's time to eat" and "It's hot" and everything from trivial to big events, and when he fickle before bed, he can't sleep until the day breaks to solve his imaginary worries, it's not as bad or as good as he thought, even if they happen very often.

The main job of this announcer is thinking, delusion, and worry. 

But very often, when things are so boring or in trouble that they can't solve, they bring a little bit of useful topics, such as "What's the realization that Buddha knew?" or "Who am I?" or "Where am I going when I die?"

But he quickly blames himself for "nothing" and then goes straight to the next idea, saying, "It's the next time I'm born or old and have nothing to do so making money is the best for now,"

Because the announcer always tries to solve problems by thinking only.

For this reason, it is impossible to know Zen through writing and texting, and it is necessary to see and check it right away.

So the real Zen is neither not just zazen, nor reciting the Buddhist scriptures, but participating in it in person and getting soaked in it.

The announcer has a lot of names, and religious circles call it evil or Ego, and I don't want you to accept it or reject the idea of being delusional. 

As I mentioned earlier, thanks to this delusion, I got the hint "What am I?" and if I went that way, I would be a loyal servant who really led me to myself.

Of all the stories we know, when angels are corrupted, they become demons, and if demons loved, they become angels.

The point is just one, that's us and that's all.

If they're all my children, but the good ones are mine, and the bad ones are not mine, can they be called true parents?

Isn't that why we can't cleanse evil in this world?

Dog's baby is a puppy and Cat's baby is a kitten. Then what about God's baby?  The answer is Human, Is it a joke from the announcer?

Sure, the announcer will talk about me all day long in my heart like everyday,

Let's not listen to that and just let it go.

That would be the only way to tame the unbridled foal.

Leave him alone until he's exhausted, and at some point he'll follow in my footsteps.