Alchemy

You may need an old and run down tunnel to crawl through, and come out the other side to a new dimension, where the light shines bright on the spring leaves, just as it does on the winter snow.
There is no sense in resisting the musty smell of the narrow pathway you need to cross, because you know there is nothing more you want other than to be in the open again.
Crawling right through without being delayed by selfish notions, is a lonely, but the only way to free yourself of being in the hole. Worth the while you would think, and love the adventure, but maybe only in retrospect. Which is once you get to the other side of the ruin.
A game that is intelligent enough to know that It is even better than having had the open fields all along, which you may have otherwise just taken for granted.

But as soon as time in the tunnel, which feels like an eternity, is forgotten, and moving forward was the only choice to avoid becoming one with the rust, then, there will remain no gap, between when you were on your fours and when you were standing facing the sun, sunken in the timeless.
Would you ever then be bored of a repetitive cyclic occurrence, having gone through the worst; sucked into a hole which offered no variance?
Could you ever call something old and run down, when your vision has gained depth and you can see through a lens which appreciates the texture of the instant, rather than the story it represents?
Everything fresh and new at all times is not a fantasy but a reality when your eyes are open and all you ever see is life appearing as your vision. But was veiled while you believed you were crawling.
For the truth is, you always only had your eyes open and all you ever saw was life appearing as your vision: crawling or standing in the sun, was only an interpretation of the dynamics.

Alchemy, the conversion of rock into a precious metal, may need some digging deep and crawling. Finding that treasure and bringing it into the world to share your story of rags to riches, can only happen if you are willing to bear a few bruises and burns, on the way to declaring magic.

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Know nothing

I have something to say to you and I will say it a thousand times till you hear what I have to say.
Until you listen, really listen…
Hear, what I have to say.

Where you think you are geographically, personally or spiritually is just a visualization.
You are invisible.
Everything that appears to you is a concept ,
Even that you are the one.
There is no continuity of time, neither is there any kind of progression.
Now appears and now disappears for another now.
Unless you believe with a logical mindset that you are seeing the same images everyday, every smallest part of a Millisecond is fresh and new.
You can stay as this to which there is only this spontaneous adventure of eternal delight.
Or you can choose to define yourself as your name, story, personality and what not.

How can you know this you ask?
Maybe through questioning what all this was about.
It's not really rocket science for which you might need a degree.
It is by your own your capacity to understand the truth through your experience of life and time and death and strife.
And allowing yourself to accept that you know absolutely nothing.

Who am I

It came about as I was watching a scene in a movie, where the protagonist is crying to her God about her troubles…
An insight spoke out and asked, "where is this trouble she speaks about when she sleeps?"
Where is her story when she sleeps?
Where is she when she sleeps!?
Isn't the truth that she is that which she disappears into when she sleeps?
Isn't that which is always here and is totally beyond life and death?
Totally beyond being human or anything else?
But you don't want to hear this for it will shatter your world…
You don't want to hear this because, it is just too radical…
So continue as you will.
But the truth will wait for you to finally see that you are that which is beyond all images and appearances …Indescribable yet the only thing that is. Absolutely everything is included within this dream of being awake as a human, or awake as consciousness.
And this needs to be seen through as just as illusory as the imagined stories.
It doesn't matter then if there is silence or noise.
What can you say about yourself when everything including consciousness is an appearance within this that does not appear or disappear ?
Don't even know if it can be said that this is within, for it could just as well be without.
Because in the end it joins the smoke and mirrors that was reflected as yourself, when you see that there is no you…
Only That.

Timeless

The day I die will be the most beautiful day.Not because my life was so hard, but because it was that magnificent.

My work would be done here and I will be returning to my soul place.

Where I will meet the ones who wait with love in their hearts and warm embraces for the time we spent apart.

There, as if woken up from a dream I see myself sip on my favorite soup, carrying with me the lessons of experience from the lifetime spent on, what they call, planet earth.

I may not have great stories to tell, for silence would have consumed me in this place where communication would anyway need no words.

The one thing I will have though, is the essence of the human dance which I would never have imagined was the salvation for the gods.

All that time that humans spend thinking they are the ones that are bound and need to be freed,

They do not see that it in liberating their own struggle, they not only transform the demons, but also set free the ruler of the Ultimate Dimension.

The one known by different names through what is described as religion,

The one they fight wars about but have never found to be in any kind of shape or form.

But when they look to their own hearts through a split second, the flood gates open to allow the heavens to come forth and bless existence.

It is then that I will whisper to my human brothers and sisters that their power is even greater than the gods they worship, if only they surrendered their beliefs in limits and woke up as the timeless.

Sharing an An old one called “Home”

Now that I have reached here

After an epic journey of which I have no recollection

Now that I have reached here

At this place which in any map has no location

This place which was always here

Waiting for me to claim

This place which does not change

No matter how much imagination tries to release or chain

Now that I’m here there seems nothing more to do

Nothing to lose or find or reach or realise

Gaping open, differences unknown

I am speechless and alone

Or am I?

I imagine I stand at this point in silence

To breathe in a bit of the heady fumes from the trials and efforts put in

But all the air seems to be sucked out of time with past present and future missing

There is no one standing and no point and no silence

Here I am not alone

Here i’ve never been away from home

Formless is form, form is formless

Don’t look for the formless outside you, or even inside you for a change

The formless is right where the form is, holding space

You cannot let go of one and find the other

It’s Only when you allow the material, you find that it’s magic manifesting as matter

Running from or running toward will never get you there

Stillness is the secret to seeing, that you are the secret you look for, through escape

You were never the fragment in time, you thought you were

You are everything and that means literally EVERYTHING, awake to who you are, always ever HERE

Reactions from the universe

When the universe looks what does she see?

Does she see a world that’s divided and self destructing through reckless consumption of all resources natural and synthetic?

Or does she, see herself, become more conscious of herself who was neglected so far due to ignorance of self?

Does she see different religions and countries and colours and degrees ?

Or does she see herself in a lower state trying to find herself in a higher state?
Do you think you are an individual and the universe is something other than you?

Or do you think that you are in a universe struggling to survive? If that is what you think then don’t you think that is the problem and not so much that you are struggling? The problem is that you are trying to survive as the individual in an unknown universe….when the truth is that you are the unknown universe and don’t need to survive as an individual to be alive.

You as the universe would only rejoice that consciousness is finally waking up to what has been done wrong for so long

A few monsters might be all it takes to get the whole world together on the same side for once

You might be Finally waking up from the slumber and noticing how you have been fooling yourself, and finding in your heart to speak up against what you feel is far from harmonious

It may not be as bad as you think when you look from the point of view of the whole universe
The universe has not felt this elevated in a long time surely, 

While it felt dead with people going about thinking their own needs were all that were relevant within their own little stories

As she feels the energy of the world shift from the mundane to the real, 

She feels the sense of hope and transformation coming through the chaos and fear

“Bless these idiots” she says, “It took their own monstrous reflections to make them finally see, that, that is not what they stand for as the Universe which is Me”