The Journey Without Distance

Work, money, relationships, possessions, news, media, technology, worldly experiences—none of these will set us free from an underlying sense of something lacking.

And yet, it is not lack or fear that truly drives us to seek wholeness. It is our very nature—wholeness itself—intuitively “moving” towards the recognition of itself beneath the surface of appearances.

The mind is a servant of this wholeness. It seeks on behalf of whatever we take ourselves to be. If we identify as the body, it pursues fulfillment in the realm of objects. If we begin to understand we are what is aware of the body, the mind turns inward, following the subtler current of being.

Wholeness is not something to be attained—it is the very nature of reality. Reality is one, indivisible, without a second. How could it be otherwise? If there were two realities, what could possibly separate them? A third reality? And what would then separate that? The logic multiplies endlessly, only to collapse into itself. In the end, separation unravels, and we return to what was always so: reality is undivided.

This one reality expresses itself through countless qualities, one of which is awareness—the capacity to know. This knowing is not added to being; it is being. And in knowing itself, it appears to turn upon itself, as if to become the witness of its own presence. At least this is how the mind may interpret it initially.

But this movement is only apparent. There is no actual stepping away, no distance created. It is like a dream character forgetting that it is dreamed. The illusion of separation arises, but the whole remains untouched.

In this seeming division, mind appears—not as an error, but as a natural function. It is awareness perceiving patterns within itself. These patterns are not other than reality, just as waves are not other than water. They are apparent distinctions in form, not in substance.

As the mind names and categorises these patterns, it innocently reinforces the impression of division. It begins to believe that what perceives is separate from what is perceived. Yet this is not a fault of thought itself. Thought is simply a mechanism. The error lies in identifying with thought, in mistaking its content for our essence.

From this misidentification arises a sense of lack. A subtle tension emerges—not because something is truly missing, but because wholeness is momentarily veiled. This tension feels like a gravitational pull drawing us back towards unity. But even this pull belongs to the dream. There is no actual journey, no return to be made—we have never left.

What we call seeking is the apparent movement of being towards the remembrance of itself. It is a journey without distance, a “return” to what was never absent. Fulfillment does not lie in striving or acquiring—it lies in recognising that what we are is already whole.

In this recognition, the mind is no longer tasked with completing what is already complete. It becomes quiet, transparent—a clear window through which reality knows itself.

Love

Freyja