SHACK 2096 INSIGHTS

Time is relative to its reference

I look at pigeons and trees and grass and smile, I feel their essence their beauty, the marvel and miracle. They maybe are not aware of their grace, movement, beauty that is what they offer me as a reminder of their essence which is the same as mine. There is this exchange; I obtain the feeling of my essence which is love, wonder, childish delight, as though seen and experienced for the first time without compartmentalising, thought and analysing. Just unadulterated love which is me as it were and they become aware of their beauty and essence. Our exchange; I obtain a oneness and feeling of my essence and they become self aware of themselves as the beauty and essence that they are. We are all one. One Life, one essence.  

This leads to my inner narrative and fantasies which seems to me to approve of myself with the things and facets of the world which are impermanent and fade, it is an unsatisfied ego wish fulfilment and lures me away from presence and my no thought calmness because it feels it is losing my approval and attention.

The little child in me seems to have failed in worldly and material success and so tries to give the ego the small child, the frustrated adult emotional buzzes of achievement by its imaginative repertoire as an emotional reward for seen as failures and so gives the ego an identity and reward by a virtual mind movie and so gets its food of emotional love and approval. This is an attempt to reward myself for failure and for those who love my mind and keen intellect and narration. Why didn't they love me for me not for what they get out of me by ego stuff?

To me the real reward is that which is behind or beneath thought or that seamless endless deep calm an all pervading energy field of awareness and being. I am in essence a potential, I am born out the 'BIG BANG'  or that consciousness before the BIG BANG came forth from, the spatial womb of creation that is the nameless endless sea that is the oneness we all came from and are joined too, from the sea of creation each and every wave is a form, the endless planets and stars all arise and sink back to the sea of creation and like at particle level in the quantum realm constantly on the move as it were and exchanging information, these energy exchanges are in constant change and motivation and they are constantly updating and reconfiguring and as minute as they are they send their energetic updates as silent information, silent to us humans but over the aeons, the hundred of billions of years these are natures updates known as evolution and to us humans seems slow, however from the Cosmic Mind it has already happened and it brought forth at human time or self aware time and maybe time is just another impermanent transitory element or facet in the history of the Universe.

After all when in dreamtime events happen with full sentience and relative no time at all.  What is time in the Cosmic Mind and is a mind only to be recognised by its content and maybe the content and the space between content is called time, remove the the content then one is in primordial seamless seemingly space which has no definition and is possibly the fountain the sea of being which is aware of itself as existing without definition or explanation.  

The moment one attempts to define this sea of being, this awareness only aware of itself, one is back in the realm of thought which covered and defeated the arsing of awareness and is back in local mind and is the carpet covering the bare floorboards beneath and limited by human thought and its vain computations. When all the planets and stars and creation are gone in analogy to the furniture in the room or the content in the mind, the room is left with space, I then ask what is creation left with?

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