SO YOU SAY...

 YOU AND EVERYTHING ELSE IS AN EXPRESSION, MANIFESTATION, ASPECT OF THE ONE EXPERIENCING ITSELF AS EVERY POSITION, FORM, ORIENTATION AND PERSPECTIVE, WHICH IS A WORDY WAY OF SAYING, THE ONE IS EVERY PERSON, PLACE, AND THING; ALL IS ONE AND ONE IS ALL; THE ONE IS ALL THAT IS, OR I AM THAT I AM.

PEOPLE, PLACES, THING ARE THE ONE INTERACTING WITH ITSELF AS THOSE PEOPLE, PLACES, THINGS.

THE ONE IS HAVING THE ADVENTURE OF ITS LIFE LIVING ITS POTENTIAL AS PEOPLE, PLACES, THINGS, EXCLUDING MARK, OF COURSE.

KNOWING THIS, DOESN’T CHANGE YOUR SURVIVAL INSTINCT TO CARRY WOOD, HAUL WATER, SLAP MOSQUITOES, FLIES, AND EAT THE ONE PRETENDING TO BE A BIG MAC. HOWEVER, IT DOES CHANGE YOUR PERSPECTIVE OF THE GAME, THE ONE IS PLAYING.

IT’S LIKE THIS, I KNOW I AM AN ASPECT OF THE ONE BEING ME. BUT THE ONE BEING ME DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT THAT AS ME IT NO LONGER GIVES A SHIT ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS. THE ONE, AS ME, KNOWS LIFE IS A GAME TO BE ENJOYED, WHILE THE ONE, AS OTHERS, THINK LIFE IS A SHIT HOLE HARDLY WORTH ENDURING.

IF THE ONE, AS A PERSON, IS PHYSICALLY, MENTALLY, EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED, ENTANGLED AND IDENTIFIED WITH ITS PERSONA’S NEEDS, WANTS, DESIRES ABOUT PEOPLE, PLACES, AND THINGS, WHEN THAT PERSON DIES, ITS CONSCIOUSNESS (OR INTELLIGENCE) IS NOT LIBERATED FROM ITS PERSONA, WHICH MEANS (EVEN IF IT KNOWS IT IS THE ONE BEING IT) IT CHOOSES, OR MUST CONTINUE PLAYING, AS A HUMAN, THE GAME OF LIFE.

IF YOU CANNOT SIT IN THE STILLNESS OF SILENCE, A STATE OF NON-EXISTENCE, NON-BEING, AND INSTEAD ARE DRAWN BY THE ALLURE OF THE GAME OF LIFE, YOU’RE NOT YET READY TO QUIT PLAYING (WHICH IS NOT A PROBLEM, UNLESS YOU THINK SO). WHATEVER YOU, AS AN ASPECT OF THE ONE, DESIRE STRONG ENOUGH, THAT IS WHAT WILL BE. IF ANY ASPECT OF THE EXCITEMENT THE WORLD OFFERS, DRAWS YOU BACK, YOU CAN GO BACK AS MANY TIMES AS YOU DESIRE.

YOU CAN ENTER THE STILLNESS OF SILENCE, REST, RELAX, ENJOY, AND THEN IF YOU HAVE A DESIRE TO COME OUT AND PLAY, THE WORLD AWAITS YOUR ARRIVAL FOR A NEW ROUND OF ADVENTURE. IF NOTHING CAN DRAW YOU OUT, EVENTUALLY, LIKE A DROP OF WATER RETURNING TO THE SEA, YOU WILL REJOIN THE OCEAN OF THE ONE CONSCIOUSNESS (OR THE ONE INTELLIGENCE) AND CEASE TO BE AN INDIVIDUAL EXPRESSION, MANIFESTATION, OR ASPECT OF THE ONE.

DREAMER

 

WE ARE HERE AND THERE. IT’S STRANGE EXPERIENCING THERE IN SLEEP. IT IS AS REAL AS HERE. CAN’T TELL THE DIFFERENCE, AS COMFORTABLE AS HERE. WHEN I GO I WON’T BE GOING ANYWHERE. I’LL BE THERE AND WON’T COME BACK HERE. AND THEN HERE WILL BE THE DREAM. THERE RIGHT NOW IS THE DREAM. WHEN I AM THERE, HERE WILL BE THE DREAM. JUST INFORMATION. HERE WILL DISAPPEAR. WILL JUST BE MEMORIES FOR A TIME. NOT REAL, THEN NOT EVEN MEMORIES. LIKE HERE NEVER HAPPENED, NOT REALLY. ALL IS HAPPENING INSIDE ME. THE INFORMATION I THINK PHYSICAL IS JUST ENERGY FORMS INSIDE ME. JUST SMOKE AND MIRRORS. JUST IMAGES, LIGHT AND DARK ON A SCREEN. I WENT TO AN AMUSEMENT PARK. WAS HAVING SO MUCH FUN I HAD NOT A THOUGHT ABOUT HOME. FORGOT ABOUT HOME. TOTALLY LEFT MY MIND. ALL THE INFORMATION ABOUT HOME WAS GONE. THE AMUSEMENT PARK, QUITE NATURALLY, WAS WHERE I AM. HOWEVER, BACK HOME, THEY THOUGHT I HAD DIED. OCCASIONALLY I DREAMED ABOUT A PLACE THAT FELT FAMILIAR, COMFORTABLE. LIKE I BELONGED THERE. IT WAS JUST A DREAM. AMUSEMENT PARK, HOME, WHEREVER MY ATTENTION IS PULLED, ENGAGED, THERE I AM, AND EVERYTHING ELSE IS NOT. WHEN ONE EVENT IS OVER, ONLY THEN DO OTHER MEMORIES APPEAR. I WAS WORKING ON MY TRUCK. ALL THAT WAS THERE WAS MY TRUCK. MY FAMILY WAS NOT THERE, NOTHING WAS THERE EXCEPT MY TRUCK. I FINISHED WORKING ON THE TRUCK, AND SAT RESTING. THEN MY MIND STARTED UP AND REMINDED ME I HAD A DINNER APPOINTMENT. THE TRUCK DISAPPEARED FROM MY MIND. ZERO POINT, NO THOUGHTS, ALL DISAPPEAR. THERE’S NOTHING, NOTHING AT ALL. SLEEP, ZERO POINT, NO THOUGHTS. NOTHING AT ALL. WAKE FROM SLEEP AND ALL THAT RETURNS ARE MEMORIES, AND THE NOW, EACH MOMENT. COME OUT OF ZERO POINT, NO THOUGHTS, AND YOU’RE BACK IN THE MOMENT, NOW. ZERO POINT, NOTHINGNESS IS ALL THAT’S REAL. AND YOU ONLY KNOW THAT WHEN THINKING, NOT WHEN YOU ARE IN ZERO POINT, NOTHINGNESS, NON-EXISTENCE, NON-BEING. WHEN I AM AT ZERO POINT I DON’T EXIST. WHEN IN DEEP SLEEP I DON’T EXIST. IF I KNOW I AM MEDITATING, I’M NOT MEDITATING. I AM JUST NOT THINKING, VISUALIZING. I ONLY KNOW I WAS MEDITATING WHEN I WAKE FROM MEDITATING AND START THINKING. BETWEEN BREATHS THERE IS NOTHING. WHEN YOU DON’T NOTICE THE BREATH, DON’T NOTICE THE PAUSE OF NOTHINGNESS, AND DON’T NOTICE THE RETURN OF BREATH, YOU ARE NOWHERE, DON’T EXIST. LIFE HERE IS A DISTRACTION FROM NOTHINGNESS. WHEN YOU DON’T THINK IT, IT DOESN’T EXIST. IT DOESN’T EXIST UNTIL YOU ARE THINKING IT AGAIN. YOU’RE AT ZERO POINT, NOTHINGNESS, NON-EXISTENCE, AND SUDDENLY YOU ARE DISTRACTED BY AN IMAGE, A MEMORY, AND IF YOU ENGAGE, THERE YOU ARE, ACTING A PART. WHAT ARE YOU WITHOUT A BODY, WITHOUT MEMORY? NOTHING, PURE POTENTIAL. LIFE IS A DREAMER AND YOU ARE A DREAMER WITHIN LIFE’S DREAM. WHEN YOU EXPERIENCE THAT, THE DREAM YOU ARE DREAMING AND ARE WITHIN BECOMES SURREAL, FUNNY, NOT IMPORTANT, NOT CONCERNING. AS LONG AS YOU THINK IT’S NOT A DREAM, AND THINK IT IS REAL, THINGS MATTER. WHEN YOU KNOW IT’S A DREAM, WATCHING WHAT MATTERS TO PEOPLE IS ENTERTAINING, IS FUNNY. CONTRARY TO THOSE THAT EXPERIENCE THEY ARE DREAMERS, AND LOSE INTEREST IN PLAYING THE CHARACTER THEY ARE IN THE DREAM, LOSE INTEREST IN ENGAGING THE DREAM, THERE ARE THOSE WHO ENGAGE MORE FULLY, HAVE EVER MORE FUN THAN BEFORE THEY WOKE UP, BECAUSE NOW NOTHING IS SERIOUS, NOTHING IS IMPORTANT. IT’S ALL JUST FUN, AND YOU LAUGH A LOT, BUT ARE EMPATHETIC TO THEY WHO ARE YET ASLEEP.