This life story is nothing but a long voyage… from what I believed to be to what I truly am, from the personal to the universal, from the partial to the total, from the unreal to the real, from the apparent to the true, from the temporal and transient to the eternal, from darkness to Light, from the human to the Divine. This story is not public but deeply private and intimate.
Only what begins, ends; what stars, finishes. One who lives in the present is neither born nor does die, because what lacks a beginning never expires.
Disciple of a seer, of an enlightened being, of somebody who is nobody. Initiated in my spiritual childhood by the stars shining through the silence. Inspired by a seagull that loved flying more than anything else in life.
In love with the impossible, I crossed the universe chasing a star. I walked a thousand paths, following the footsteps of those who saw… with deep respect, but always in my own way.
As the ocean longing for water, I was looking for my home within my own house.
I love religion in all its various expressions, though I have never been affiliated with any in particular. I am not part of any organized religion, because enlightenment is not a social but a spiritual phenomenon. Truth does not permit institutionalization.
I publicly declare myself multireligious because my religion is one: the religion of love, and its temple is the heart. It is there that I offer up my prayers.
I live captivated by the different landscapes and stories contained in the infinite windows of paper.
Even if my biography is put into words, it will always be incomplete, since what truly happens here is internal, imperceptible through the senses.
Almost every biography narrates the story of an ego – since the appearance of the physical body until its disappearance: where it was born, what it studied, what it ate, where it traveled, when it died. Biographies are related to events that occurred on the physical plane, within space and time, but they exclude what happens in the depths of the human being. A true biography must be of the soul and narrate the evolution of the spirit. In fact, it is irrelevant whether the world knows the historic events of your life or ignores them, because finally, everything is between you and God. In the end, reality only happens here and now, and who is interested in reading such words as: “I am existence, consciousness, and bliss”? The story of a seeker of Truth will necessarily refer to what has occurred in consciousness.
It is impossible to describe this life journey, which has no beginning or end, no birth or death, which never started and will never finish…
I am not a guide, instructor, educator, pedagogue, guru, evangelist, or master, but only a traveler whom you have asked for the way and who indicates the direction you are searching for. I gladly show you a place where everything calms down upon arrival… a place beyond the sun and the stars, beyond your desires and longings, beyond time and space, beyond your concepts and conclusions, beyond you.
I have not transformed my inner life into a profession or job. I do not preach, evangelize, educate, instruct, or teach anything to anyone. It is not my intention to convince anyone of anything. I only talk to myself, thinking aloud. The echo of these words can lead you to that infinite space which is peace, silence, love, existence, consciousness, and absolute bliss.
Do not search for me but for yourself. It is not me that you need, because the only thing that really matters is you. What you yearn for lies within, here and now, as what you are.
Avoid fame, for the true glory is not based on the public opinion, but on what you really are. Choose bliss over success, life over reputation, wisdom over information.
By flying you will learn that what matters is not to touch the sky but to have the courage to spread your wings. The higher you will fly, the smaller and less significant the world will look.
While walking, sooner or later you will understand that every search begins and ends in you.
Your unconditional well-wisher
Jose Luis Montecinos