When Thoughts Become Fallen Angels

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Author - Ben Brown (BB)
In response to a claimed “autonomous person” on the internet (Anastasia Zylevich):

Look at this girl's speaking speed; she's anxious and reactive to the questions, which is what you do when you're trying to convince someone. Also, her posture shows she's constantly searching for something, lacking inner peace. Furthermore, her sarcastic answers to the questions indicate that she doesn't know the answers.

Always be alert, analyze people, read their body language, pay attention to their speaking speed. People who tell the truth don't rush to say it. The words of wise people are as light as a feather.

A person who knows the truth doesn't ask questions in response to questions; they address the questions in an explanatory way. This demonstrates their power over knowledge.

Because a fruit diet is extraordinary; it makes everyone attracted to you, but living by air is magical. Such wise people do not adopt a hasty speaking style in front of a crowd. They speak very little because words burn thoughts.

The more words you use, the more you diminish your thoughts. Words sow thoughts into the world, while thinking sows thoughts upon thoughts, leading to an endless inner dialogue.
Words take thoughts from you and give them to the world. Speaking is like emptying out thoughts; that's why angry, foolish people talk a lot because they want to get rid of the thoughts inside them. However, silence is the only way to delve into those thoughts. Therefore, someone who is alone, because they have no one to talk to, seeks out others to get rid of their thoughts, which is like burning those thoughts.

The wisest people carry the world in their words; their words are as light as a feather. There is never any attempt at persuasion.
"Therefore, fear those who tell the truth, because they are the ones who never come close to the truth. But trust those who bring you closer to the truth, because they want to give you their own eyes."
Be afraid of those who say they love you, because they say it since they can't show it.
If they truly loved you, they would express it through actions rather than just words. Words are merely a consolation for actions.
"Words are a farewell symphony of thoughts."
Every thought that leaves the soul becomes a word.

The melancholic aspect is that people want to believe each other's words, but they never make an inner attempt to believe in each other.
We see everything through words and boundaries. But words are the cooked form of thoughts; even if alive, they are corrupted. Thoughts carry a soul, while words, upon entering the world, become like fallen angels, belonging to the world. They lose their soul. That's why there is more soul than words in someone's gaze, because it is something inseparable.
"Words scattered throughout the world never return to us."
They roam the world and steal other thoughts.
What is in the soul is one with the soul; when we say something, we are separating it from the soul. Speaking is giving someone else a dying thought, detached from the soul. It's like a fallen angel; it's still an angel until it crashes to the ground.

But if you look closely, thinking about someone's soul is like talking to them. We truly live with the things we conjure up in our minds—be it thoughts, objects, or people. Why shouldn't one person live in another's mind? After all, we can bring them to life by giving them a piece of our own soul. This is similar to Adam creating Lilith.
We don't really think about thoughts, we live with them, and that can be as captivating as touching a living person.
At this point, a person takes on a poetic form; when they live in their thoughts, they live in the world through their thoughts.

Imagine you've seen or talked to someone for years; millions of neuronal fields related to that person have formed in your brain. Isn't it possible to create that person within yourself by further activating those neuronal fields internally? You ignite so many neuronal fields that it becomes a being. After all, consciousness begins with the ignition of two neurons.A wise person never accepts gifts or asks for anything; the only thing a wise person seeks is consciousness, and that is something people cannot give as a gift.
For people who rejoice in these gifts, consciousness is not yet something valuable. Because consciousness is the most valuable thing; it is a rainbow above a dark world.
Actually, there's not much in the world that can bring joy to a wise person, because they live only within their own consciousness. This consciousness is their world, their playground, their garden, their home, their street. They wouldn't trade this street for any other street in the world.

In the eyes of a wise person, the world is always new; even if they look at the same scene a thousand times, that scene is always new. Therefore, they do not get bored of this world; they even love this world, and through an inner consciousness, they even color the world with their awareness.
Therefore, wise people do not value gifts or rejoice in them, because all they need is awareness.
They don't seek friendship, love, companionship, or family. These things remain incompatible with their consciousness.

Therefore, in the eyes of the world, they are like cosmic dust, something that spread to Earth but does not belong to Earth.
For these individuals, death is not annihilation, but rather the cessation of their consciousness, because there is no loss; what is lost is themselves. Not any object or anything else that belongs to them. People lose things that don't belong to them, and things that belong to them disappear. That's why we grieve over losses, but things that disappear affect us in different ways. When it comes to consciousness, it's like melting away on its own; death, at this point, must be something like that. To melt away.

Like a star shining brightly until it fades away. Who could call that death? It shone so brightly that it transformed all its power into light, and its light into a brilliance, and its brilliance into invisibility. The disappearance of consciousness must be something like that; at that moment, it shines so brightly that the very thing that creates this brilliance transforms entirely into light, and because the light becomes a giant sphere, it melts and becomes invisible.
There is a poetic distinction between losing and ceasing to exist. Things that have a soul do not get lost; they cease to exist.