THE ABSOLUTE’S SILENT CORE BREATH
IGNITES A BURIED SOUL
EXPLODING RELIEF AND TRUTH OF BEIING
=
QUANTUM’S POSSESSION
ALL IS ALWAYS, ALL WAYS WELL
ew
4:33 AM-9/30/20
See yesterday's OceanSpeak for More re: the "how to" of above Whisper:
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/beyond-the-telling-no-method-to-render-september-29-2020
IGNITES A BURIED SOUL
EXPLODING RELIEF AND TRUTH OF BEIING
=
QUANTUM’S POSSESSION
ALL IS ALWAYS, ALL WAYS WELL
ew
4:33 AM-9/30/20
See yesterday's OceanSpeak for More re: the "how to" of above Whisper:
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/beyond-the-telling-no-method-to-render-september-29-2020
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell.
We must get up and take that in,
that wind that lets us live.
Breathe before it's gone.
Rumi -
'The Essential Rumi'
- Coleman Barks
https://wahiduddin.net/sufi/sufi_poetry.htm#Rumi
We must get up and take that in,
that wind that lets us live.
Breathe before it's gone.
Rumi -
'The Essential Rumi'
- Coleman Barks
https://wahiduddin.net/sufi/sufi_poetry.htm#Rumi
Everyone is overridden by thoughts;
that's why they have so much heartache and sorrow.
At times I give myself up to thought purposefully;
but when I choose,
I spring up from those under its sway.
I am like a high-flying bird,
and thought is a gnat:
how should a gnat overpower me?
Rumi - Mathnawi II, 3559-3561 -
'Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance' -
Camille and Kabir Helminski
https://wahiduddin.net/sufi/sufi_poetry.htm#Rumi
that's why they have so much heartache and sorrow.
At times I give myself up to thought purposefully;
but when I choose,
I spring up from those under its sway.
I am like a high-flying bird,
and thought is a gnat:
how should a gnat overpower me?
Rumi - Mathnawi II, 3559-3561 -
'Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance' -
Camille and Kabir Helminski
https://wahiduddin.net/sufi/sufi_poetry.htm#Rumi
All Photos for today's OceanSpeak
from: November 30, 2018
4. LANGUAGE OF THE NEVERBORN SINCE BEFORE TIME.... "Divine betrothal....." NOVEMBER 30, 2018
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https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/4-language-of-the-neverborn-since-before-time-divine-betrothal-november-30-2018
AFTERNOON
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!)∞∞
ew
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
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!)∞∞
ew
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:
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/baubo-medicine-let-go-into-the-clear-light-sail-on-solar-wind-sunriseafternoon-march-5-2017
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/ah-the-peeling-surrender-again-milestone-sunriseafternoon-january-25-2017
THOUGHTS OR NO THOUGHTS
WORDS OR NO WORDS
CAN THEY DISTURB THE VAST VOID SOURCE CORE?
THE ‘OLDER THAN GOD’ ASPECT OF BEING
IS NEVER TAINTED….
BE BREATHED AS THAT
<
SOULUTION FOR ALL THAT IS
ew
3:14 AM-11/20/2015
WORDS OR NO WORDS
CAN THEY DISTURB THE VAST VOID SOURCE CORE?
THE ‘OLDER THAN GOD’ ASPECT OF BEING
IS NEVER TAINTED….
BE BREATHED AS THAT
<
SOULUTION FOR ALL THAT IS
ew
3:14 AM-11/20/2015
One who Knows, Knows/Is only Nothing
by knowing/considering nothing.
∞
By knowing/considering nothing
One Knows/Is only Nothing.
<
Danced in/of/as The Great Dancer
ew
3:32 AM-11/22/2015
by knowing/considering nothing.
∞
By knowing/considering nothing
One Knows/Is only Nothing.
<
Danced in/of/as The Great Dancer
ew
3:32 AM-11/22/2015
VAST CORE SILENT’S POSSESSION
RENDERS ONE
<
A NO-ONE USELESS
BY ALL THAT IS NOT
‘OLDER THAN GOD’
ew
3:06 AM-11/23/2015
RENDERS ONE
<
A NO-ONE USELESS
BY ALL THAT IS NOT
‘OLDER THAN GOD’
ew
3:06 AM-11/23/2015
THE LANGUAGE OF VAST SILENCE PREVAILS!
ORIGINAL BEING CORE IS DANCED IN/OF/AS ALL
NOTHING TO TAKE AWAY + NOTHING TO ADD
0 + 0
=
∞
ONE ETERNAL MOMENT
ew
2:58 AM-11/25/2015
ORIGINAL BEING CORE IS DANCED IN/OF/AS ALL
NOTHING TO TAKE AWAY + NOTHING TO ADD
0 + 0
=
∞
ONE ETERNAL MOMENT
ew
2:58 AM-11/25/2015
Read More Below
Excerpt from
Evil's Tender Kiss
ew
Excerpt from
Evil's Tender Kiss
ew
excerpt from
EVIL’S TENDER KISS
Nassau 1993
ew
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
ew
From Unpublished Archives
(written sometime during the years of 1987-2003 segment of island life)
EVIL’S TENDER KISS
Nassau 1993
ew
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
ew
From Unpublished Archives
(written sometime during the years of 1987-2003 segment of island life)
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