Who are You?
At the level of your deepest Buddha Nature, you are projecting each moment of conscious experience as perceptions and their meaning. You are PROJECTING this moment of consciousness, NOT perceiving it.
Each moment of consciousness includes a projected "perceiver" of what you are projecting. First you, as a Buddha, project your mandala display (your world) followed by projecting a "perceiver" of it, a micro-second later.
This is like at night where you as the dream character, look at the dream landscape and sense it preceded you and was already there. But in fact the subconscious projects the dream landscape and "you" looking at it in the same moment, but with the sense that the landscape preceded "you".
It's the same in our daytime life; to the projected "perceiver" as "me", it always seems that what it sees was "already" there. The magic is in the slight time lag
as to how the "perceiver" always arrives late to his own party! It looks like the party was already happening by the time he walks in the door.
So in summary; your deepest creative Buddha Nature projects a sensory and inner world of experience that is then perceived by a secondary consciousness that is projected as a "perceiver" a micro-second later. It's that secondary consciousness that is who you believe you are are; and it feels like "me". But it's actually a dependently originated "me" generated by conditioning, mental self-images, memories and imagination.
The movie projector is projecting the 3D movie up on the screen along with the character who seems to be immersed in the images while experiencing and interacting with all that appears. That's the self as the "me" that "you" seem to be. It ceases to exist the moment the projector stops projecting.
It's that imagined "who" projection that I am referring to when I am pointing out that your "me" doesn't exist other than as a mental construction or projection. That's why I annoyingly always ask "who?" is practicing or trying to stabilize a state etc.
Because here, the projector stopped projecting long enough that it became obvious that there was no real "me" in here, that I relentlessly try to share the same. It's only that imaginary "me" who suffers in its projected role. It's structural constituents are only fictional thoughts.
That means "you" have no karma, no defects, no actual location, no life, no death and no existence, except as projected in the imaginary story of "you".