AS "....a chick breaking it's shell...." "there becomes a time when we become quite mad....' Sunrise/Afternoon November 13, 2015

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THE FLOATING OF PERCEPTIONS, THOUGHTS, AWARENESSES
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ORIGINAL LIFE
THAT DOES NOTHING BUT OVERFLOW
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∞DIVINE GRACE∞
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3:57 AM
11/13/2015

"There are only two kinds of people in the world:
the majority are running after shadows;
their begging bowls will remain with them 'til they enter their graves.
And a very small minority, one in a million,
stops running, drops all desires, asks for nothing -
and suddenly he finds everything within himself."
- Osho

Identification with a body is
The birth of the person,
The indivIdual.
The personality then acts
To protect the body from
That which is
Other than itself.
When this false identification is
Seen through,
That which one truly is
Manifests and shines.
Wu Hsin

After "Oil Pulling" we gargle/rinse/spit Mother Ocean Salt Water back to her on sand where tide comes in. This morning is the Infinity Sign.

In ancient times,
Before there were individuals,
There were no problems.
Then, the individuals
Turned this against that and
Problems arose.
Identification with a body is
Merely a habit
Taught to the child
Early in its life.
Breaking this habit is like
A chick breaking its shell.
What a wondrous world awaits.
Wu Hsin

There comes a time,
When we become quite mad,
No longer able to function in the "secular",
Without it becoming, magically, "sacred",
Without our perception of everything... changing.
Chuck Surface.....
see Read More at end for this entire spectacular Wording

In the Garden of The Beloved
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There comes a time,
When we become quite mad,
No longer able to function in the "secular",
Without it becoming, magically, "sacred",
Without our perception of everything... changing.

There comes a time, after the secular becomes sacred,
When the Great Mystery is no longer a mere curiosity,
Wondered about on Holy days,
Or in occasional discussions with friends,
Or engaged in during moments of "religious" observance.
There comes a time, after curiosity Blossoms,
When the Great Question impinges on awareness,
Upon each moment, each breath, each heartbeat,
Even while occupied in so-called "worldly" endeavors,
And demands our Heartfelt Consideration.

There comes a time, after Heartfelt Consideration,
When we are "taken", with no choice in the matter,
And Awareness, as we've known it all our life,
Becomes ever more Dissolute, ever more Intoxicated,
As this Great Consideration has its way with us.

There comes a time, after we are “taken”,
When we come to peace with this Loving Intruder,
This Possession by Grace, by Dissolution and Bliss,
And somehow, though at first it seemed unlikely,
The mundane work of day-to-day is accomplished.

There comes a time, after day-to-day becomes Illumined,
That we no longer remember a time in our life,
When She was not Radiant within our Heart,
The soft, ambient background of all Experience,
Welling up in Greeting at the return of wandering Attention.

There comes a time, in time,
When we diminish, and She increases,
As we, like a salt doll immersed, again and again,
In the Ocean of Her Presence, the Waters of Her Grace,
Dissolve ever more, ever more deeply.

There comes a time, as we Diminish,
That Her Increase ignites the embers of Longing,
In the Hearts of those we meet along the way,
Wandering, as we do, in this Dream of manifestation,
Here, on the Frontiers of the Kingdom of Heaven.

And when that time comes, in time,
Our friends cannot mistake the vessel for the Presence within.
For while they may hold us in Affection and Gratitude,
Reverence and Adoration is for Her Alone...
As She dwells in each of us, and all of Creation.
Chuck Surface
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