Why do you pretend to be someone you are not? The disguise you wear was made by the mind, a role assembled from fears and wants, and you have worn it so long you mistake it for your face. Yet presence sees straight through it, as the prophet knew the wife of Jeroboam the instant she stepped through the door.
You cannot hide what you are behind a costume of thought. The heavy tidings are simply this: the false self must fall. When you stop feigning to be another and rest as the awareness you already are, the exhausting work of pretending comes to an end.