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| A Haphazard Mind |
When I meditate it is like a haphazard sitting waiting on for nothing. An empty mind just looking, waiting, alert for no purpose and that is to just, Zen, sit and await the fate of the empty mind, empty of personal thought, the ego beast for the moment quiet and acquiescent,biddable but not meek in that sense of helplessness.
I get the feeling of a presence, of a vast unfathomable space, not the space of the outer Earth limits or to the Moon and beyond, just a consciousness, a being-ness, alive, aware and still and flying on wings of nothingness, on being free and exploring nothing and this is exciting and yet quiet and adorable. I am fascinated by the charm of being and absolutely nothing to see, hear or touch the Earthly senses and heavy weight of my body gone as I Fly In God'Mind. I am flying in consciousness, I am flying in the space of Mind. I AM.
My body gone and what a relief, oh the freedom and yet at present not to relinquish or depart from this dear form -----yet?----and who knows when!!!?
I say God, yes, not because of any 'holy' feeling just a knowing that God is God without having to give reason or explanation. I could say Great Spirit, Creator, Great Source of Life and so on and yet this does not do credit to the feeling or intent.
Space is not the space that Astronauts and rockets fly in or the planets and stars abide in or come out of the nothingness of the quantum field. It is something far and yet close and it baffles the mind of the thinker and scientist, the philosopher and prophets, the wise seers and magicians.
It is consciousness that creates space, space in the real sense of it, is awareness which is aliveness and aliveness is aware of itself as living. Living without form, a sort of energy, a potential, ready to release itself and yet be contained in this store of endless potential which is being alive without purpose, living to explode into purpose without limit and instantaneous, spontaneous and yet not impulsive an unending creation and yet nothing substantial in it, it is mind stuff and there is no measurement here or there, just an unfolding nothing and all is transparent and a hologram, the magicians sleight of hand and yet bewildering real and knowing it is not.
It is consciousness that creates the space we human perceive and everything arises in that space, the space of consciousness witnesses the created form. Consciousness being alive and thriving creates the light of awareness which in its turn facilitates the witness to the creation of itself.
The galaxies, the stars, the planets, the ET, Angels, the Black holes and all the wonders of the Universe are there and waiting for the created witnessing forms like humans and others to explore and find. Like the miniature villages and toy lands where parents take their children and delight to show them and delight in their delight. So astronauts and AI robotic electronic digitalised whatnots roam an already created Universe and the witnessing awareness, the God essence in one thrills at the created form enjoying the delights it created for them.
The forms be they planets or human, angels or ET in their shape and form are made of the elements and atoms which in themselves are just frequencies and vibrations and really have no substance to speak of in real terms, so this glittering Universe is a light show and any space traveller is really only travelling in a consciousness which has bestowed as gift most precious a portion of its own consciousness, so in fact God is admiring Its own handiwork through Its creation and us and its myriad other forms being like the children in Leggo Land cooing and having fun and our parent creator delighting in our delight.
So dear space traveller it is a privilege to be flying through and with the Mind Of God, go with reverence and delight and be humbled by the vastness of it and seek to find that space of 'knowingness' that intuitive part of yourself that knows creation and yourself are one.
As Consciousness is the all pervading and yet does not move in itself in a way because it has no physical form as such but is the essence of the physical senses that the human feels and bewildering knows its all atoms and bits that are waves at times and sort of bits and particles it is all in the mind and as such just enjoy the freedom flying without movement and beholding the light show and the many wonders therein.
SHACK
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