Absolutely!
A Zillion Ways to Awaken
Loathe are some to speak
Of what little trigger sparked
Their ¡Aha!-OMG moment
Nothing/everything changed,
Remaining exactly the same.
“I’ll tell you what happened to me
If you’ll promise to forget it soon;
Your own won’t resemble one iota
So you mustn’t follow mine.”
This character has been “in the work”
A very, very long time.
Ecclesia is her middle name, for
Nothing new is found under her sun.
It came in parts and parcels –
Fleeting and coming –
Until finally, like a lost feral kitten
It stayed.
Consciousness
What is there that isn’t consciousness?
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Anybody need this?
I N
T H E
S T I L L N E S S
Years ago, I “went into the stillness” – or so I thought. Desired nothing, nothing at all but the empty vastness of infinity. Didn’t give thoughts a chance to formulate. At all. Wanted to go in more and more, deeper and deeper. Nothing happened. However, “thoughts” veered off before manifesting.
Suddenly I saw, I knew, I Am the vastness. I Am the emptiness … empty of all matter. I Am the stillness. I Am the Allness, the infinity, the invisibility that I sought.
Ecstatic joy welled up in me. I could hardly think a coherent so-called thought! Just ineffable joy. Oh how I wish this for everyone of you who read this! It’s what going into the stillness is all about…
No thing
Non-duality
Carl Gustav Jung (1875–1961) was a Swiss psychiatrist and psychoanalyst who founded analytical psychology. He is renowned for his theories on the collective unconscious, archetypes, and psychological development. Jung’s work has had a profound influence on psychology, psychiatry, and beyond, influencing fields such as literature, religion, and cultural studies.
Paradoxically speaking, the deeper you go, the brighter the light!
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deep or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears, And water’d heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Limitless Freedom
