a reply to: Peeple
I wouldn't say playing roles; more like morphology many try to limit oneself based on form; when the formless is what shapes it... the nirvana
experience is when one's energy signature slides through all of life without resistence through all of it's forms including the rock and water not
just all of the animals.
That's the natural state of being and expression of course from being trapped in a form or mold of programming for so long that keeps people blind to
this sort of thing grasping concepts of label and form that they continually chain and bondage eachother up feeling around in the darkness without any
real purpose just one given or handed; expected roles of being, demanded roles of being, forced roles of being.
How can you hand or speak such an experience to someone... either they know it or do not know it. What about having so much love and reverence for
life that the very ground and root systems pervade the bones as capillaries and reform the body on death so one isn't lost in the aether?
On death avoid all re-birth or "becoming" in the bardos; and immortality results people unaware or unconscious that they've died pop back to life into
another persons bubble or world not knowing they have died but feeling something dreadful in a flash and that feeling goes POOF! and reboot... in this
infinite cycle of concept bubbles, of course the person clinging to concepts like a train chases them right back into this unawareness that they've
died endless times before.
No one expects you to have the form of an animal when you die so Pop! and you're right back in the form of that persons expectation.
Think of someone you know really really well, and sense their energy their expression of being and personality and it will merge within one's own in a
oneness... this is a divine marriage when done with someones energy that serves to love and protect you; when weak you can channel them and vice versa
and be filled with nothing but love and acceptance... of course that makes form kinda awkward like what would happen if both came together drew in all
of their energy forms and signatures from all of the roads never taken throughout all of time?
You know that whole love deal about seeing someone's face everywhere... that's what that immortal love business is. You fell into form to help, to
teach humanity if you can make it back out of all the mental trappings and herd, and when you fall in the process your twin flame or true soul mate
shows up... will you catch them or even recognise their true face if that occurs and they fall deep into the bowls of the illusion to gather your
fragments? The multiple forms fragments of being in their own right but still just a fragment of the whole in the mirror... they deserve their lives
and in progression or defragmentation? "Go back home"
This is the infinite mirror or being; the multiple manifestations... and the one that you house if it is you? Will start pulling them all back in, the
higher one's help you and you help the lower ones. Love is all you need in the balance or middle to embrace on both sides from whatever mirror that is
called a self... the eyes never change once the eyes recognize each other the faces start pulling together too into that whole of being the complete
My twin flame and others have presented other parts; parts and roads not taken but could be or could have been, for an image of what it would look
like... the older versions time travelers when the self was lost in thought, and concepts of unconsciousness.
It's like we had a distinct personality and self that was completely whole at one time; and then all this other crap started filling up and being on
the hard drive, running scripts and programming of everything and everyone not oneself... in it's own unique expression, signature or
Heavy on the metaphorical and said in several different ways; but it points to the exact same thing... there can be no loss of identity in one's pure
expression of being unless one accepts or allows it to happen. Last year the root "authority" of my life had the never to say he was me; trying to
pull some zen psychology B.S. I didn't strike him with a fist, just laughter I said no you're a child molester, a monster, a piece of garbage, f-ing
trash, why don't you go clean you gun with your mouth?
His programming obviously didn't take... expecting me to be the same filth as he? The audacity, the nerve, the hubris.
Wake me when that piece of garbage and the vile hag that has babied and protected him for so long are dead.