The Truth is, the longer "I as a unit of Consciousness am aware," the more I know that I don't know. Reality is so vast, so complex and yet so simple, this human intellect and cleaver use of words, will always fall short. And yet, here this evening, this energy wants to be used in this way. Go figure?
It's been read in books that for some the "nagging lower mind" along with its "desires and fears" seems to have dropped away suddenly, and the Light gave them a complete impersonal view, where the sense of "me," fell away forever, leaving only the One. While this "sudden enlightenment hasn't happened" it is pretty damn hard to see the ever changing temporary events of the day anything more than dream-like. There is a background knowing of its illusory nature while noticing the show as its going on, noticing the robot as it moves about, noticing its blabbing away or noticing it sitting in silence, aware of being aware.
Have you noticed, "something" that watches the watching and listens to the listening? This "something" which is no-thing, seems to record, moment by timeless moment. This "something" is more like a feeling, and cannot be spoken of here, it just IS. Whatever This is, IT is of a different Reality, vibration, and plane of existence than the current dream world of atoms, matter, personality, and images of people, places and things.
It seems upon awakening in the A.M. that Consciousness and Energy flows down through the energy centers and brings with it the "play of the day," while personality and conditioning plays its part, and the body plays out its karma. At night it seems as though 99.9% Consciousness and Energy used to "activate the illusion," returns to the Source of All Power and Presence. Everything, day dream, night dream, no dream, just happens on its own, through the Magic of the Super Intelligent Cosmos, and the Love of the One. Since the One is All, that includes what we are now and evermore, unborn, undying IS-ness. As these fingers type, there is a feeling that the more labels used here to described the un-nameable the more hopeless it is.
Silence, beautiful silence seems to be the saving Grace. It is always here, behind, supporting the entire production, and the entire Universe and beyond. This Silence, isn't the silence of "not thinking," it is the "Ground of Being." It is what is writing this script and what is reading it. It seems that without the One Grand Intelligence, MIND, nothing would appear to be coming and going, nothing could appear ever to exist. WHAT WOULD SEE IT? WHAT WOULD UNDERSTAND IT? Note the phrase "it seems" is used to preface any "statement" about Truth? This is because "What" knows, knows, and know It knows. Everything spoken is what "seems" to be.
Everything, including "looking within" just happens on its own.
Don't know why all this has been said tonight. Just sharing I guess. A sharing of Love to Love in the name of Love. The One reads the One writes.
Sometimes there is great joy and bliss, sometimes not. Sometimes energy charges fill this body numerous times in a day, sometimes days not at all. Sometime the mind is quiet, and sometime its a nag. None of it matters. Whatever this "something" is that registers it all, IT remains untouched, or effected by any of the "nonsense."
