Marseille, July 21, 1966
I am an energy transformer and a converter. That is the essence of my existence. That is my only possible goal. I can choose to serve this goal or not. I can serve only as an energy transformer. So it seems to not make much difference what I do. The result will be the same.
Or, I can serve as a channel. This is the choice between self-will and discipline. What "I" do, that is "I-Personality," is self-will. What acts through me is not self-will. Thus I wish to allow "that which can act through me" that is not self-will. For this end I need to eliminate self-will. But, God forbid, not to eliminate control!
So I wish to eliminate self-will. I wish to eliminate identification. Eliminating identification is most important. I wish to self-remember. I wish to plan to account for each and every hour. I wish to get rid of my hump. To cease being a camel.
How? Through elimination of identification. I want to listen. And to consider internally.
July 23, 1996
All this world is vanity. A vanity which will pass. The sky will pass, earth will pass, trees will pass, and people will pass too. Human aspirations will pass. Science will pass. All that keeps me together - will pass. A goal - at this level - does not exist. To set a goal - at this level - is to lie to oneself.
Humanity, truth, knowledge - these are empty words. Words surrounded by suffering which is meaningless. When I say I want to "help humanity" - these are empty words. When I say "science," "knowledge," "truth," "cognizance" - these are phantom words.
I am an energy tranformer, and I need to serve as such. And that is what I can do.
Where is the way out?
Nothing will remain of what I am doing. I might as well not exist at all. To think that I am "different?" That I am "exceptional?" That I can accomplish things that no one has succeeded in accomplishing - but I will because I will have the luck? Oh Lord, that it is possible to believe these vain illusions! I will die and nothing will be left. Nothing will succeed. Nothing will remain. No goal will be reached. Only one goal seems possible - that when the end is near, suffering will be so great that I will pass with relief.
Where is the way out? What purpose do humans serve? This is an experiment! What originates in me does not count. The only thing I can do is to allow something more powerful to speak through me. To allow something more knowledgeable to talk to me and through me. To allow something more powerful to act through me. To allow something more powerful to use me. I am just a shell, I am a machine. I am a device. I am a means to an end. I am a possibility for something more powerful to be in me and to act through me. I am a place that waits to be filled. I am a carriage without a driver and without a master. True, there is brain, there are body members, there are senses. But I am just a carriage. With no driver and no master. A personality that pretends to have rights. Which play the roles - sometimes of a driver, sometimes of a master - which says "I" contininously. Yet I am just a carriage which goes nowhere, and is doomed to crash in some ditch.
My aspirations, my ambitions, my wants - all these belong to an empty carriage and horse that is left without control. All that I am doing means nothing. All that I am doing is personality. And that comes from personality is ballast. All that comes from personality is a camel's hump.
How to pass through a needle's eye while carrying a hump? Personality must be left aside. Aspirations and whims - that is not me. Blessed are those who are meek. To be meek - that is what I need. Nonattachement. Eliminating unnecessary things. And also being conscious of the fact that EVERY MOMENT IS A BRANCHING OF THE UNIVERSE.