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there’s no escaping total fulfillment

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This bright shining Awareness I have come to call ‘Beloved’ – and to know as ‘I’ – is total fulfillment.

This morning I tried to find anything It needed.  I failed.  It is complete; It cannot be divided.

It is the capacity for every thought, feeling and action.  That’s Its omnipotence.

It is the knowingness in which everything is knowable and known.  That’s Its omniscience.

It is the eternal present, the timeless now, which cannot be measured or escaped from.  That’s Its omnipresence.

But here’s the really awesome bit: try as I might I cannot extricate myself from this (no)thing I call Beloved.  I can experience estrangement and distraction and I can experience joy and graciousness.  But these are simply experiences.  Beloved remains unmoved and unchanged.  Beloved is the ground of all my experiences and the guts of them as well.  And if there’s no escaping the (no)thing that is complete and fulfilled in every way … doh? … huh? … crikey …

~ miriam louisa

[What a marvelous prefix: omni.  Says it all really – and look, it even contains the Sanskrit seed-syllable ‘om’ which I’m told is the energy vibration of Creation.  Good word for God, I reckon.  But I’m committed to ‘Beloved,’ – maybe because of the Be(ingness) and the Love(d).]

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meltdown is immanent

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perception’s toolbox of technologies comes standard.
it’s hard-wired into sentient ‘be’-ings.

but ‘personal’ applications of those technologies, with the ensuing explanations, meanings and beliefs about objects/events perceived, are wholly acquired.

these acquisitions, imports from social consensus via parents, education, church and state, constitute the software called self.

don’t ask me how, but unclouded apperception of this phenomenon inserts a terminal virus into the hardware.

meltdown is immanent and inescapable.

~ miriam louisa
echoes from emptiness

the wideawake aliveness one can never escape

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Best get used to it old girl: the Unborn never dies.

You are here for the long haul (aka eternity) – just like this, just this way, just this sweet sentience, just this nameless knowing, just this nondual no-thing-ness.

May as well treat it well, and love it lots.
🙂