It was the great Schopenhauer who said...

"In the whole world there isn't such a profitable and identifiable learning as the Upanishads. It has been the consolation of my life, and would also be the consolation of my death..."

The ancient Upanishads present humanity with the soul's most elevated that the spirit can express.

Each verse is a detachment from the intellect, a welcoming to the transcendental world.... One feet here and one feet there... echoes of reality in a world of shadows...

The Upanishads were not written by theologians or philosophers, they come directly from Divinity Itself, from presences that ceased to be someone or something, only to transform into a new dimension of the all.

The Upanishads do not talk about God or of other distant worlds, the main subject matter of these magnificent texts is you, your reality, the pure and authentic essence that resides in you... as you. The Upanishads are a mirror in which you are reflected and... you will only see no one. That and that alone is your reality.

These Upanishads are no reading material; they are meditations, windows towards you.

The ancient Rishis spoke of the indescribable, explained the un—expressional. They have shown the soul's beauty to a blind world. Just as is implied by the word "Rishis" or "seers," they were not intellectual teachers of knowledge. They just saw, and talked about what was seen. About?.... Perhaps the correct thing to say is that they spoke the seen. Even though the words don't settle in properly and the language looks constrained, it begins to show balance. These sages ceased to study and teach about the truth, but became that which they spoke about; they were "that," what they expressed, what they showed.

The Upanishads conclude what is known as the Vedic era of India, the cultural time period which is canonized in these immense volumes of wisdom, the Vedas. Veda in Sanskrit means "knowledge," the wisdom of these Upanishads is called Vedanta, the finality of the Veda.

Knowledge and wisdom are not the same thing, nevertheless knowledge can be derived into wisdom. The Upanishads are the culmination of Vedic knowledge. Veda = knowledge, anta = end, finality. Nothing is beyond the Vedanta, nothing is beyond the Upanishads. It is here where reasoning ends, and where any logic would be just a turning back, or at the most, staying in the same place. It is reaching the end of a paved road, at the beginning of the virginal forests. It is feeling obligated to abandon your old mind—vehicle and, even though during the years you have lost and even forgotten the habit of it, reaffirming that this car is not you, and that it is possible to experience without it, it is establishing the fact that in life pathways exist where advancement is possible only when one detaches itself from vehicles and means. Forests with such narrow paths that only you, in your solitude can walk through. Realizing that it is possible to look, know and be intuitive with the heart. Seeing doors so low that bending down is primordial, the head cannot pass through but by bending down, perhaps. Understanding that there are places in your soul where your head is too much.

I have said on numerous occasions that religion is irrational, and here is where we confirm it, the Upanishads fly high above, too high, out of the reach of our wingless minds.

This is not like any ordered text; I am accustomed to reading a verse of the Upanishads every morning, picking it by chance. I slowly started taking notes, translating the soul's perfumes into the language of the ideas, and these to the language of thoughts... and, is it a text that is found here? A book? Truly I do not know how to name it, perhaps echoes... echoes of freedom.