I love the ironic sense of humor associated with omens from Infinity that come into view of late. The twist is always unique, but the overall message is always the same.
In a nutshell, and as DJ mentioned "Forget the self, and everything else will fall into place."
Yesterday I was reading about a case in which a patient was manifesting signs of delusional disorder in which she was convinced that she was married to someone named Mike. Mike, of course, doesn't exist (at least not from the consensual tonal perspective).
With that in mind, while at work yesterday, I wanted to check and see if my youngest daughter had made it home from school ok, given she was walking with friends....so I texted her. She didn't respond back, initially. Later, I asked her why she didn't respond. She said because to her it looked like the text came from someone named "Mike". Apparently my oldest daughter O had gotten my youngest's phone and changed my name in her contact list to "Mike" as a practical joke....so she's been getting a bundle of fatherly texts from someone named "Mike", which was confusing for her. Funny...but kind of annoying given I need to get in touch with my youngest for various reasons
So, the punch-line of the joke-as-omen is that "Mike" is me....who, really, doesn't exist. He's a delusion. He represents the delusion of the self in terms of what's in the way to expanding/evolving awareness. He's a thought process that has become solid and seemingly real....only by virtue of the fact that he's been emphasized, via compulsive thoughts, over and over and over again throughout my life. The delusion of "Mike" disperses, I've found...simply by dropping thoughts that revolve around him/me. Once that happens, awareness spreads and expands out naturally into everything that I perceive. The "Truth" begins to emerge...that what I thought of as a self is really just a trick of awareness, via smoke and mirrors motif, engendered by thoughts. And when thoughts are dropped....the illusion dissolves