LANGUAGE OF THE NEVERBORN
GODSEED: The Alchemy of Primordial Memory
Dorothea M. Mills/elizabeth walker)
A HOLDING WITH/IN/OF/AS ALL THAT IS
A LANGUAGE KNOWN
LIFE & DEATH
CANNOT-NEEDNOT SPEAK-THIS LANGUAGE IN WORDS
THEY BECOME IT
IS THE LANGUAGE
BEFORE/BEYOND/INCLUDING SPACE & TIME
AH! SWEET RELIEF WHEN THIS IS REMEMBERED*
*ON FORGETTING-Ellen Davis
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below Afternoon photos)
In the field of eternality what is real cannot be threatened.
In the field of time (manifestation)
what is real is created by our thoughts.
we are playing in our imaginations.
and remembering lives the dream embracing
and therefore bringing a new light
to the limitation of thought
and the limitlessness of silence,
playing in both worlds at once;...
and embrace the I Am which is You too
and loving the field of eternality where all is one,
one is all,
everything is nothing
and nothing is everything.
is it possible to forget that all is God,
all is Love,
all is Beauty
and all is Perfection.
and what does not know itself yet as Love,
God and what does not know itself yet as God,
Beauty and what does not know itself yet as Beauty
and Perfection and what does not know itself yet as Perfection.
calling to reveal itself,
creating light in the darkest corners.
us to open up limitless potentialities within the field of manifestation
so that our embrace be fuller when we remember
so that light expands into more of itself.
a constant flowering of broadening heart
to embrace wider and deeper its ever-expanding world
(it potentiates love, the nature of which is expansion).
few upon remembering.
Inevitably all remember,
but those that have forgotten
remember through time and relativity
once they have let go of time and relativity.
because only the all-knowing
could have birthed the ignorant.
within the tortured
because only the all-blissful
could have birthed the tortured.
Birthed to potentiate expansion.
Birthed to enjoy the play.
forgetting that we are pretending.
The ones who are locked up remembered,
but forgot how to play the game
that will keep them safe from
the forgetting pretenders.
Out of that space that she
could not command, could
not direct, could extract
nothing from, except what
was given by the space itself,
out it came - what wanted
to come in its own way -
the one along on the hurtling
ride, thought the space itself
was Silence itself, unmoving,
unmoved, unmovable - yet
it drew her in, into its very within,
who had been with-out, powerless,
against the glass of its sides,
like Alice to the looking-glass,
then she fell.....
into all she saw,
the all that was, that is,
heard, smelled, touched, tasted,
though none of these senses were,
flooding the field, the transition
of the seasonal air, as Summer
shimmered into non-existence,
and clarity stood in silent
reveling: color and light and
form, falling upon her...
Poem - Richard Wehrman
From: Being Here
It has always been and it will always be.
Sin cannot touch it,
nor virtue exalt it,
and all else is its cover,
as the lamp over the light.
–Hazrat Inayat Khan
Quote posted here:
we hardly ever dared hope we might be.
How we long to become
that which we have always been.
--PirVilayat Inayat Khan,
that which you do not know,
but to awaken in you that which
has always been your knowledge.
Quoted bottom right on this page:
WHAT WANTS TO COME - Richard Wehrman
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