Who is this Phoenix; this mystical being, it is our awareness for the awareness is alert to the agendas and habitual patterns of living, only when one breaks the spell of not being present and the witness, the watcher at the TV not the programme.
Once we awaken to our true nature, the light of pure awareness, the witness to life and experience and not to immerse in the experiences which like clouds are seemingly real and only made up of droplets and the droplets are the emotions that come and go and blot out temporarily the bright blue sky and light of awareness.
Every time the awareness, the attention of awareness dissolves and is enticed and seduced by the 'clouds' of habitual auto thinking, robotic-ally reacting to a set of programmed algorithms inculcated over time the awareness phoenix dies in the fire of the auto programme the seductive fire of the scenario presented and rises when it realises that it has been clouded and then from the 'ashes' of loss of awareness, which can never be lost but temporarily overlay- ed, like a carpet covering the bare floor, the bedrock and floor being the awareness / Phoenix so to speak and so the awareness is the bright laser light that burns the brain washed seductive agendas and from the ashes of the dissolving intense heat and arises to greet itself once again.
When the awareness realises and awakens to itself it realises it is the awareness, the witness and becomes the witness to the everlasting light of being. The witness is witness to its witnessing.
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