emmaus-house
Endless oceans of space filled with emptiness which is the potential to encompass the possibilities of everything and anything. The eternal fount of Life. The Cosmic Vault of Heaven.
Letting go of personal thoughts with ease and expect nothing and just float in this sea of endless nothingness, just surfing with awareness and not drifting into sleep, I have the feeling of something arising from this bright void and this beautiful shawl of content feeling bestowing gifts unknown to me.
The ego mind tries to anticipate with its own agendas what arises from this mysterious vacuum, this vast emptiness this nothingness of everything and yet I rest and just let whatever if anything at all should come forth. The spontaneous gift is all the more wondrous when it is unexpected and like a bubble it pops and is there or gone.
What mysterious magic is at hand here? This unseen hand bringing synchronicity in unlikely events from one end of the Universe to the other to converge and meet in joy and perfect timing and so applicable and appropriate, the perfect solution and absolutely matching and symmetry.
Those who wait on this forth coming and without request or urgency without pressing for a gift from the unseen but very present divine benefactor and indeed wait patiently and with quiet faith that all will be forthcoming when and should it be required otherwise just let it be and enjoy the quiet joy and contentment of being with being so just be. Mentally recline and float with non judgemental opinion and let be what is meant to let be.
Strange as it may seem residing in nothingness in nowhere-ness in a vacuum of emptiness with a mind alert and yet thoughtless is felt as supreme comfort, fearless, soft and yet supremely strong in its own unique and beautiful way, the wafting of soft energy flows that take me deeper into the bosom of love and tears of relaxed wonder and yet nothing is seen or heard but felt.
Yet there is communication of a sort that is not human and I have the feeling that movement of a non human kind is arranging things like a scene shift in a darkened theatre and hey presto when the curtains are drawn back all is revealed.
The Unseen Hand behind the curtains and in the empty womb of space is arranging the pieces that are to come together from the ends or the nearness in Itself to form the whole appearance when it comes to mind which is when the curtains of self agendas and programmes cease of their own accord without force or persuasion.
Letting go of personal thoughts with ease and expect nothing and just float in this sea of endless nothingness, just surfing with awareness and not drifting into sleep, I have the feeling of something arising from this bright void and this beautiful shawl of content feeling bestowing gifts unknown to me.
The ego mind tries to anticipate with its own agendas what arises from this mysterious vacuum, this vast emptiness this nothingness of everything and yet I rest and just let whatever if anything at all should come forth. The spontaneous gift is all the more wondrous when it is unexpected and like a bubble it pops and is there or gone.
What mysterious magic is at hand here? This unseen hand bringing synchronicity in unlikely events from one end of the Universe to the other to converge and meet in joy and perfect timing and so applicable and appropriate, the perfect solution and absolutely matching and symmetry.
Those who wait on this forth coming and without request or urgency without pressing for a gift from the unseen but very present divine benefactor and indeed wait patiently and with quiet faith that all will be forthcoming when and should it be required otherwise just let it be and enjoy the quiet joy and contentment of being with being so just be. Mentally recline and float with non judgemental opinion and let be what is meant to let be.
Strange as it may seem residing in nothingness in nowhere-ness in a vacuum of emptiness with a mind alert and yet thoughtless is felt as supreme comfort, fearless, soft and yet supremely strong in its own unique and beautiful way, the wafting of soft energy flows that take me deeper into the bosom of love and tears of relaxed wonder and yet nothing is seen or heard but felt.
Yet there is communication of a sort that is not human and I have the feeling that movement of a non human kind is arranging things like a scene shift in a darkened theatre and hey presto when the curtains are drawn back all is revealed.
The Unseen Hand behind the curtains and in the empty womb of space is arranging the pieces that are to come together from the ends or the nearness in Itself to form the whole appearance when it comes to mind which is when the curtains of self agendas and programmes cease of their own accord without force or persuasion.
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