Stories..

 

Stories 

Are appearances

Of wholeness 

Which when believed

As separate 

And connected

Are illusions..

That seems as

Another story

Which it is..

But perhaps the

Paradox of it all

Might resonate...

Resonating stories..

 

Resonating stories..

Everything is a

Story..including this

Story about everything..

It seems there is

No escape from

Stories..stories 

About stories about..

Yet..a story may 

Contain a puzzle

Which feels like a

Story which cannot

Be told...

Seeing illusion...

 

"Me"

Is an illusion

Until seen

As an illusion..

The illusion is

Seen as nothing

Being me..

Separation 

Seen through..

This is an

Illusory story

Which may

Resonate...

Danger..or freedom...

 

The emptiness

Of everything

Feels like

Danger..

Or freedom...

The smile..

 

The smile..

Only that

Twice

An eating place

A goodbye

Smile..

A short story

Fading..

Etched...

This terrible Love...a review...

 

My Amazon Review...

Yes...The terrible and the sweet!  It all feels like love.  When the 

illusion of separation ends, a newness,  a " non duality dreamlife"

 unfolds.  This is the beauty which lies at the core of  this exciting 

new book by Miranda Warren.  Miranda is a young woman who 

"awakened" to non-duality in her early twenties.  It is amazing to 

contrast her experience with very many "searchers," needing

many more years for such a "shift of perception."    Miranda 

describes her early experience, with a particular teacher, as an

immediate appreciation for  a teacher who does not promise 

false hope.  The discovery is that there is no one  teaching, and 

no one being taught.  No separation at all!   Just life and the 

wind speaking..! Miranda says she felt as if "the ship hit an 

iceberg, the asteroid smashes into the earth, and something 

changes forever."  There was the realization that just removing the 

"3D glasses," which all of us wear,  reveals the illusionary nature 

of separation.  This book is her description of the life experiences 

(a non duality dreamlife) of Miranda as a dancer,  retreat 

facilitator, and friend of a cow (!),  as well as her relationships 

with "others,"  including her parents.    Exquisite writing which

may inspire many...

Call it a story..

 

Call it a story

A story among stories

And freedom blooms..

A story known as story

No right or wrong

All words are go...

It doesn't 

Make sense..

That's the

Freedom...

Black hole..

 

Black hole..

No things enter or leave

No-thing..so

Black hole appears as

Galaxy and universe and

Many potatoes..and us..

Everything..

A story to behold

By no one

aka..the BH...

Black holes

Appear as life

It is all  black hole..

Separation is 

Swallowed  in

This story  of

Crushed illusion...

Dancing with the stars...

 

Knowing a story 

As a story

(And everything is a story)

Is the paradoxical

Knowing which might

Remove imaginary 

Prison bars..

Scripture and history

And my life story

Are freed to dance

With the stars..!!

Nothing without exception..

 

All is nothing

Nothing and everything

Are not-two..

Somehow this brief

Story resonates with

Many who claim to

Have experienced a 

Shift of perception..

The story includes

What seems obvious

That the individual 

Also carries the 

Not-two label..

Nothing without

Exception..

Feels like death

And freedom...

Old and New...

 

Old and New..

A new story:

A shift in perspective 

Old perception of separation

Springs to a

New resonance with Wholeness..

Wholeness includes

All stories of 

God and Christ and reconciliation

And you as a sinner...

16 So from now on we regard no one from a worldly point of view. Though we once regarded Christ in this way, we do so no longer.17 Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come:[a]The old has gone, the new is here! 18 All this is from God, who reconciled us to himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation: 19 that God was reconciling the world to himself in Christ, not counting people’s sins against them. And he has committed to us the message of reconciliation. 20 We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us. We implore you on Christ’s behalf: Be reconciled to God. 21 God made him who had no sin to be sin[b] for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.

~~2 Corinthians

18 “Forget the former things;
    do not dwell on the past.
19 See, I am doing a new thing!
    Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
    and streams in the wasteland.

~~Isaiah 43: 18, 19

Light and darkness..

 

Light and darkness..

Light appears as incomplete

And is named darkness..

This illusory story unfolds

With journeying and seeking

To locate and claim 

The lost light of wholeness..

A story without ending

Or beginning...

Crucifying..

 

A simple story:

Crucifying

Beliefs of separation

Exposes the paradox: 

Emptiness and

Everything are

Not-two..

Everything is empty..

 

Everything is empty

Emptiness

Appears as a truck

As a wild flower

As a dancer

As water and wine..

As each is empty

Each may appear as

The empty other..

Emptiness appearing

As empty..

Everything is empty...!

The wholeness questions..

 

The wholeness questions..

Most apparently see life

As disconnected..separate..

Talk of illusion

Is quickly dismissed..

A few may pause

When questioned thus:

  How might wholeness seem..with

  No time and space

  No autonomous persons

  No locations

  No "others"

  No happenings..

These questions stall the mind

And spontaneously

Not-knowing may  

Paradoxically flash

For no-one..

Freedom 

Illuminated...

Imprisoning appearances...

 

Appearances

All of them

Imprison when

Not appearing as

Empty...

Appearance..

 

Appearance..

This word finds usage

As the impossible

Paradoxical label

For Nothing..

For all which seems

A world of objects

Yet is nothing..

There may be  

Resistance to this

Label as a death 

Knell..as a ghostly

Remnant of what

I know I am...

Suppose a new label

"Potato" for example

Is used for the

Paradoxical

World of objects..

Perhaps resistance

Would then find

This earthy vegetable

A distortion of what

I know I am...😎

Emerson Rad...

 

NOTHING HAS EVER HAPPENED

THE EXISTENCE OF THE NON-EXISTENCE /THE UNREAL REALITY

NO ONE IS TALKING TO YOU

THE DIRECTNESS OF NO-THING

THE COMPASSIONATE SLAP

THE FUNERAL 

THE UN-BIRTHING

ALREADY UNDONE

THE UNREMEMBERED TIME OF TIMELESSNESS

UTOPIA WITHOUT A YOU

THIS IS THE EXIT SIGN

I  AM ANONYMOUS RECOVERY (Apparently)

THE AWARENESS HOAX

THIS IS THE GOLDEN PHENOMENA

THE DOWNFALL

THE FINAL MEETING

A flummoxing paradox....

 

Resonance

Is not-knowing

Seeming to know..

An intuitive spontaneity

Often responding to

A flummoxing paradox

Signifying

Nothing...

Remission..

 

Remission

There is speaking of

Remission of sins

The removal of what

Is already illusory

And whole...

Paradoxes can resonate...

 

Happiness and desire are not two

As Nothing and everything are not two..

No separation

Paradoxes can resonate...

Happiness appears as desire when it is veiled; desire is revealed as happiness when it is fulfilled.

— Rupert Spira

The significance of nothing..

 

The significance of 

Nothing..

Nothing is a word

A story by itself

A thought of no-thing..

It appears as an 

Appearance of everything 

Dissolving separation's hold..

This illusionary story

May feel like freedom 

May resonate..or not...

The inquirer..

 

The inquirer

Negates

Claiming neti neti

Not this..in repetition..

Transforming to an 

Enlightened observer..

The inquirer seems to

Overlook the "Not"

In neti

Which is nothing

The emptiness

Already of each

Neti...

For the "inquirer" there often comes the certainty that there is something that stands apart from appearances that's watching, but what's watching the watcher, and then what's watching that watcher? Isn't the watcher just another appearance? What is is self evident, it IS the knowing of itself. There is nothing separate that looks. The looker is an illusion, it is the imaginary self. It is the brain's handhold in its imagined world of separation.  YOU can never see that there is no looker because you ARE the dream of being it. When the looker goes it's the end of the road, the end of all seeking. The end of what was never there in the first place. It's a kind of a death, a death that you will never experience, because it's the end of you. No one left to stake a claim. No one left. 

What's left when there is no one to stake a claim to what is? What is.

~~Antonia Lovejoy