4. LANGUAGE OF THE NEVERBORN SINCE BEFORE TIME.... "Divine betrothal....." NOVEMBER 30, 2018

#4. LANGUAGE OF THE NEVERBORN
Original Writing June 2003-October 2004
Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
excerpts below from
GODSEED:  The Alchemy of Primordial Memory
Dorothea M. Mills/elizabeth walker
Series Begins with OceanSpeak this date: 11/27/18

THERE IS A PLACE BEYOND CONSCIOUSNESS
THAT ANSWERS ALL
 IS ALL
=
THE CHOICLESS CHOICE
A PLACE
 A STATE OF BEING
BEYOND CONSCIOUSNESS THAT ANSWERS ALL
IS ALL
THERE ARE NO WORDS TO SPEAK THIS TRUTH
∞
SINCE BEFORE TIME
THE EVERLASTING-LIFE LIVED TELLS
IMPARTS, PROCLAIMS
BUT ONLY NOTICED BY ALL ASPECTS OF CREATION
THAT CAN HEAR
 AND/OR SEE…
...EACH ACCORDING ITS PARTICULAR GENUS/GENRE∞
(YES, A ROCK AND AN OCEAN WAVE UNDERSTAND!)∞∞
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1:48 AM-11/30/18
 
∞ew-Evil's Tender Kiss
​ See Read More below Afternoon Photos for excerpt

∞∞  i have nothing to offer you, but this touch, where i disappear
 i want to surrender to your silence which peels me.
- Arif K 
notes to the beloved
Conclusion to long overflowing Love Wordings on this page
http://www.poetseers.org/submissions/2006-2/arif-k/
 
INVITATION:
​ Google for the entire Arif K wording above in this font color
Here are two samples from the search:
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https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/ah-the-peeling-surrender-again-milestone-sunriseafternoon-january-25-2017​

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Allow the Deep Breath of Divinity
to take all that you are
into the Eternal Wellspring
of the Abyss within

the earthly Beloved’s shadow
is your own Perfection in unconscious depths

you are Peace and Love
beyond measure ​

Soul Centered relationships
Synergize only Love ​

Divine Betrothal is beyond mind’s knowing

​Still without thought 
and the heart Fills with Love
to Receive All that the Beloved Is

​There is Nothing to do…Nothing to manage
Simply Be the Harmonizing notes that are Given
from the Quiet Depths

Un-Stilled words disturb a soul

​Simply Be
as if it is so
BeCause
IT Is….So

​AFTERNOON

​Speechless words Thunder a soul

Be Stilled, Fulled and Levelled for whatever is ahead
which is the Present
as the future always was
&
already has been.

​Only Love Knows delicate soul needs

​Love’s Knowing is Trustworthy

​You, O Breather,
are the Enhancement of All that Is

Since Realizing you
all else in life
has become Parentheses ​

when I Look into the Inner Mirror for my soul
there is only and forever YOU!

you are as close to me as the Quiet in my heart

Love’s Quiet
shines a Clear Path from soul to soul ​

  the Gift is in living the Question
Grace is being Still to Know the Answer
Love Alone Asks and Hears ​​

Whispers

Speak to me
Through the winds
Between the limbs of evening’s sleep

Speak to me
From the silence of stone walls
Between who I am and who I am not

Speak to me
Through the air of a bird’s wing
Between the cloud and the moon

Speak to me
Before the bending is history’s past
Between the desire and the suffering

Speak to me
With the gentle touch of your whisper
Before I tumble down
Glenn P. Roulette
  http://www.poetseers.org/submissions/2006-2/whispers/index.html

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​excerpt from
EVIL’S TENDER KISS
Nassau 1993
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Have done all Known to do/be re: this life at this moment…talked aloud and asked for “help” from the ones I Knew or thought I Knew You sent…to no avail.
 
Only the “Smiler” response.  (The most ancient of man’s tempters and enemies:  the hater who deceives you with a smile and a joke and a promise.)  Each one immersed in his/her own game of life…so busy being “good Christians” and making money, there’s no time for soul.
 
Dear God…I simply  do not see and hear in the same manner as others.  The manner and language You use and are with me is apparently polar opposite to that of the world…there is no choice but to think nothing, and therefore say nothing.  More and more pointing towards  going into more pure Nothingness….of Your Abyss…only You…and see what You have in Mind.
 
No energy for even thoughts of what others are doing or not doing….reminds me of times on F.I. when even a thought of anyone caused tremendous, searing knife pains in the head and I had to learn to transcend that into You…now, there are no pains, but the same state of consciousness of transcendence is now maintained in a more unwavering manner…instead of the pains, it is a dreadful weariness and suction of energy that takes place if a thought of anyone comes.
 
If I “see” them in soul garb, that is different.  When one sees and knows with God’s perception, it is impossible to participate in “normal”…….even at the level of thinking.
 
More and more the Bardo from TIBETIAN BOOK OF THE DEAD….the Bardo of copulating, fornicating, struggling humans….like frenzied, demented rodents…is all that is “seen”….the beetles go round and round in the dung pile of ego’s materialism, use and abuse of bodies, ….. and no one has time to look up or do anything different.  They fear if they stop, even to Listen to You, dear God…they will be devoured by the mass hysteria…like a ball of slimy, osmosed worms (maggots)…that can only cling and ooze around one another’s forms….the goo oozing from the stench of infected soul decay is the cement that holds them in a tighter and tighter knot until they have choked the breathing space for God totally from their tiny world.
 
As long as there is breath and flesh, there is a very uneasy stalemate each eternal moment.  My attempts to turn only to You, dear God seem to nourish the soul just enough to keep the jiving wolf at bay….the wolf of pure evil whose salivating drool, if it should drip on the soul, would mean total contamination.
 
Even a thought of someone, of any distraction at all is dangerous/deadly.  The flesh is slowly disappearing, as though the presence of the inner jiving wolf sucks matter/marrow from these ones…it cannot touch the soul, but it will take every other form of manifested life….leaving a grey pallor on the skin that barely stretches over bones….so surely as would cancer.
 
The good news is that as the mortal slowly and surely becomes immortal, there is also no energy for speech, thought, or physical behaviors/involvements that provide fertile opportunities for any darkness to breed or express.
 
In the Holy Quiet of God’s Abyss….nothing exterior gets past the angels with flaming swords…who guard this soul
 
Thank You God. 
 
excerpt from
EVIL’S TENDER KISS
Nassau 1993
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From Unpublished Archives
(written sometime during the years of 1987-2003 segment of island life)

llow the Deep Breath of Divinity
to take all that you are
into the Eternal Wellspring
of the Abyss within
 
the earthly Beloved’s shadow
is your own Perfection in unconscious depths
 
you are Peace and Love
beyond measure
 
Soul Centered relationships
Synergize only Love
 
Divine Betrothal is beyond mind’s knowing 
 
Still without thought 
and the heart Fills with Love
to Receive All that the Beloved Is
 
there is Nothing to do…Nothing to manage
Simply Be the Harmonizing notes that are Given
from the Quiet Depths
 
Un-Stilled words disturb a soul
 
Simply Be
as if it is so
because
It Is….So
 
Speechless words Thunder a soul
 
Be Stilled, Fulled and Levelled for whatever is ahead
which is the Present
as the future always was
&
already has been.
 
Only Love Knows delicate soul needs
 
Love’s Knowing is Trustworthy
 
You, O Breather,
are the Enahncement of All that Is 
 
Since Realizing you
all else in life
has become Parentheses
 
when I Look into the Inner Mirror for my soul
there is only and forever YOU!
 
you are as close to me as the Quiet in my heart
 
Love’s Quiet
shines a Clear Path from soul to soul
 
the Gift is in living the Question
Grace is being Still to Know the Answer
Love Alone Asks and Hears​

LANGUAGE OF THE NEVERBORN
Original Writing June 2003-October 2004
Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
excerpts from
GODSEED:  The Alchemy of Primordial Memory
Dorothea M. Mills/elizabeth walker

Whispers

​Speak to me
Through the winds
Between the limbs of evening’s sleep
Speak to me
From the silence of stone walls
Between who I am and who I am not
Speak to me
Through the air of a bird’s wing
Between the cloud and the moon
Speak to me
Before the bending is history’s past
Between the desire and the suffering
Speak to me
With the gentle touch of your whisper
Before I tumble down
Glenn P. Roulette
  http://www.poetseers.org/submissions/2006-2/whispers/index.html