SHACK 754 SOMETHING WONDERFUL

Irish Mirror

I could not find a suitable image to even get near to the article.(SHACK)

What is it that sitting still, gentle deep breathing, then hardly a murmur in mind, breath or body and then gently stretching automatically and spontaneously, not a stretch as of relaxing and extending but a subtle expanding of the spine as if the very vertebrae were releasing and spacing. This is then followed by a sigh and a stealing peace and sinking of the busy mind into the cavity or 'secret place of the most high'. The clouds and darkness, and tension recede and there is an abiding in a familiar 'place'.

This familiarity is not of something mundane but of timelessness and as ancient as the Universe, it is the place where the Universe unfolded from. This is indeed the 'secret place of the Most High' and whatever this phrase may mean to one. It is a sort of retreating, withdrawing to a quiet and secluded place, it is not a place or a specific destination, it seems to me that I cannot manufacture the experience or experience it as a memory, I can indeed remember it, recall it, yet it is a mere memory and not an abiding and  not a deep significant experience.

It is the doorway to a timeless ancient, in fact beyond ancient, it is a birth moment in the Universal Consciousness before conception into form, it is the potential awaiting to be expended. It is the very exciting yet strangely a calm moment that contains duality and singleness, it is unique and certainly 'something wonderful', it is beyond description and yet I am so enamoured and enchanted, so fulfilled in this excited quietness, this expansive nothingness of everything, that like an excited child I rush to try, to endeavour to describe and express it, to expend the love and quiet simmering joy to the world in abject wonder and complete fulfillment, oh that it lasts the hour and day.

As I sit in this wonderland, albeit seemingly a fair amount of time, it is really a short while as if time was compressed or not relevant, it was beyond the horological charter or as time as humanity perceives it, even beyond the realms of dream time.

Then I get the feeling of an energy, a movement, a wave travelling through me and yet I feel no sense of a me, I am an experience without a name or conscious of a personal self. I and the word and use of 'I' has no meaning or significance to a 'personal Geoff Freed Shack ego person' it is a depersonalised entity, an energy form experiencing itself without meaning, it merely 'strides forth' and like an ocean just ripples, vibrates and does not grow but somehow deepens, like swimming slowly in  the breaststroke fashion from the shallows to deeper waters or diving slowly, sinking quietly and majestically into the depths where there is quiet and nothingness and in that nothingness it is filled with everything that one needs to feel complete, loved, cherished and longevity that is eternal, blissful and utter satisfaction.

Then slowly I open my eyes and see the beautiful budding trees, budding early in March 2020, shinning and seeming to be light in manifestation. I feel this amazing energy that they draw from their roots and the roots from the Earth and the Earth from SPACE and in that vacuum of Space, like a matrix, a womb, a fountain of Life, this buzzing quiet calm of nothingness, I sense an Intelligence and this intelligence is an Awareness, a Consciousness aware of Itself but in potential and awaiting to burst forth into creation and to experience Itself as forms of every type and description and enjoying Its creativity.

I feel enveloped in this mysterious copious frequency of the vibratory soft yet endearingly loveliness as a shawl, a precious soft cashmere velvet encapsulation that has gently caressed my fevered brow and my aching limbs. I sense colours dancing in the particles of the 'dance' of the energies and then a calm flow, seemingly to arise from below upwards to some unknown space and arising from an unknown space, I and who ever 'I' is swimming, riding, surfing in this stream and as contradictory and contrary as it seems this 'I' is stationary, almost static, yet so alive and vibrant. I feel I am sustained, not growing just forever Being as to what Being I will become is not the agenda, it is to just for this moment it is sufficient to be 'suspended' in this stream of silent non moving yet dynamic experience. I am held and suspended in the 'No Mind Awareness of Nothingness' and although this does not make logical sense to the 'outside world' I am shut away in the folds of Consciousness and await if anything the sequences that follow or not.

SHACK