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IMMORTALITY’S CORE INNER SMILE WAFTING "...the crack between the worlds,..." January 16, 2020

1/16/2020

ONLY
BREATH & MOVEMENT OF SILENT STILLNESS
IS POSSIBLE
=
HELD IN ORIGINAL CONSCIOUSNESS
BEFORE MAN-MADE TIME AND CONCEPTS
IMMORTALITY’S CORE
THE RECOGNITION OF ALL

MAN WHOSE BREATH IS IN HIS NOSTRILS*
NAMES THIS "IMPOSSIBLE"**
ew
1:11 AM-1/16/20
* “Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils:
for wherein is he to be accounted of?”
Isaiah 2:22 KJV
https://biblehub.com/isaiah/2-22.htm

** "With clarity of vision, only Everlasting Life exists."
Robert Coon
http://www.angelfire.com/in4/alchemy2084/faqs.html

simplify

I love this time-
the in-between time,
the time after all the gatherings and lights.

It is the crack between the worlds,
the place where dreaming can unfold
and then spiral into being quickly and quietly.

It is a place where, if we want them to,
solitude and silence can surround us
and the soul-hungers we have abandoned
can find us once again.

It is a time to listen deeply,
to stay with stillness
open to the impulse
to move from
the deepest part
of what we are.
~Oriah Mountain Dreamer
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2020/01/16/31498/

JUST AFTER SUNRISE TIME ON BEACH......

This Condition Is Beyond Wording...
Relieved (at the chronological age of 73 years)
to be Returned/Returning to very early childhood,
only this time I am NOT confused
re: how to deal with humans….
<
NEVER SPEAK/THINK TO THEM ABOUT ANYONE…
NOT EVEN THEMSELVES,
&
NOT MYSELF THAT HAS DISAPPEARED…

JUST INNER SMILE WAFTING....
IF ANY WORDS ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY
BE STILL & ALLOW
WORDS TO COME FORTH FROM ORIGINAL CORE
RELIEF BEYOND BELIEF*
ew
7:52 AM-1/16/20

*humans will name that "Condition" as Alzheimers, retardation, savant.
psychosis, genius…
OR
...as an Original One's Consciousness is Transparent & Still Enough...
Greater is the Chance they will
Experience Pearls of Great Price
in
Infinite Forms/Understandings including SAVANT
via whatever level they are capable of
AND...
PERHAPS NAMING/EXPERIENCING IT
AS DIVINE GRACE
https://www.wisconsinmedicalsociety.org/professional/savant-syndrome/resources/articles/savant-syndrome-2013-myths-and-realities/

http://www.agnesian.com/page/savant-syndrome

MID-MORNING...a sudden BreakThru-Epiphany UTTERS:

DECREE!!!

I AM READY AND WILLING FOR ALL TO BE NOW
THAT IS…
(AND HAS BEEN GIVEN SINCE BEFORE TIME)
…FOR THIS LIFE TO BE!

MAY ALL DISTRACTIONS AND WETIKO* PARASITIC IMPLANTS
BE GONE...

....LEAVING ONLY
THE IMMORTAL
TRANSPARENT CONDUIT
BEYOND THE WORDING & TELLING…

…HOWEVER
NOT BEYOND BEING
THE BEING OF IT
ew/dmm
10:12 AM-1/16/20
* See Category WETIKO in right hand column
&/or
Paul Levy
https://www.awakeninthedream.com
https://www.awakeninthedream.com/dispelling-wetiko
https://www.amazon.com/Dispelling-Wetiko-Breaking-Curse-Evil/dp/1583945482

HIGHLY RECOMMEND:
Our Collective Psychosis
A Review Of Paul Levy's "Dispelling Wetiko,"
by
Carolyn Baker
https://carolynbaker.net/2013/04/23/our-collective-psychosis-a-review-of-paul-levys-dispelling-wetiko-by-carolyn-baker/

AFTERNOON

How can I Drown
in
What I AM?

A Transparency that cannot be described to
or noticed by others....
...just as true death of physical form on earth
cannot be described to one
who does not Know, UnKnow…. or Remember.

∞

Nothing out there
causes a Shift within

The Within
already Is
since before time.

It matters not
where I am
if I AM
where I am.

If we do not Remember
planet-entry-Knowing
we are doomed to carry accumulated
contaminations/densities
to the next world at final flight
(or the next moment this day)

Without Raptures
there are no valleys.
All is the Same.

Creating something from Nothing.
All fits into that paradigm.

Only Life is forever.

All else passes.
Nothing to cling to.
Nothing to avoid.

Only the not passes.

The unspeakably-horrible snake
is only a stick

In God Alone
there is no struggle.
Only Being.
Creator/Creation as One.

Present in the Presence
of the single moment
Erases all else
but Nothing

Finally one does not
remember anything
but
Nothing

Nothing to teach, preach
or share.
However Transmissions
do occur
beyond the Silence.

Love Threshed me to Nothing

Consumed by its Fire
Left as an ash upon the ground
I am now
only the wind
in and of
the Breathless One
Alone

All yearning/ longing of my soul

Sated & Devoured in
the Great Silence.

This is Love
beyond all words & perception

O Joy of this life!
O Breath of this life!
You are me!
I AM You!

Beyond Joy!

Beyond Breath!

O Silent Core of Life
Sustains

The wind has died.

Where are the sails?
Is the boat an illusion, too?

How can I drown
in what I AM?

The form that was needed
is no longer necessary

Excess decays
without use and purpose.

At long last
no struggle
no pain.

Only the unknown is Known

The Known is unknown

They are the same...birthing Divine Silence.

“A person blended into God does not disappear.
He or she is just soaked with the qualities.”
Soul of Rumi

“When I remember your love,
I weep,
and when I hear people
talking of you,
something in my chest,
where nothing much happens now,
moves as in sleep.”

A man once asked Rumi:
Why is it you talk so much about silence?
His answer:
“The radiant one inside me has never said a word!”

The Essential Rumi
Rumi
Translated by Coleman Barks

********************************

ALL above are excerpts from
The Revelations, V. IX
by
ew
Unpublished Archives

Youthanasia Acres
Near Dublin, Indiana
December 2002
January 2003
ew
∞

See Read More Below
for
All Afternoon Wordings

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PRIMAL REPOSE GRACEOPATHY "In true prayer..." Milestone "...primal, primordial, ancient “I AM”." JULY 10, 2018

7/10/2018

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5:55 AM

PRIMAL REPOSE REMAINS*…
A TRANSPARENCY
OF THE ABSOLUTE’S UNWAVERING
GENTLE DÉJÀ VU
=
GRACEOPATHY
ew
3:34 AM-7/10/18
*See Read More At
End of Afternoon Photos

6:28 AM

In true prayer, although every silent moment remains the same,
every moment is a new discovery of a new silence,
a new penetration into that eternity in which all things are always new.
We know, by fresh discovery, the deep reality that is our concrete existence here and now …

When I am liberated by silence,
when I am no longer involved in the measurement of life,
but in the living of it,
I can discover a form of prayer in which
there is effectively, no distraction.

My whole life becomes a prayer.
My whole silence is full of prayer.

The world of silence in which I am immersed contributes to my prayer.

Let me seek, then, the gift of silence, … and solitude,
where everything I touch is turned into prayer:

where the sky is my prayer,
the birds are my prayer,
the wind in the trees is my prayer,
for God is all in all.

Thomas Merton
via
https://www.stillnessspeaks.com/
&
http://nomindsland.blogspot.com/2018/07/thomas-merton-prayer-silence-solitude.html

AFTERNOON

Advice on keeping joy moving through you.

Sufis call the wantings nafs.
From the urgent way lovers want each other to the sannyasin's search for truth,
all moving is from the mover.
Every pull draws us to the ocean.
Rumi says it's important
to live the wantings as they come
and not get stuck somewhere,
stagnant.

He was asked once what to do about a young man
caught doing some indecent act.
The story doesn't mention what exactly — masturbation, peeping-tomming, whatever wild wantings young men think to do.

Rumi told them not to worry about it.
'It just means he's growing his feathers.
The dangerous case is a kid who doesn't do indecent acts,
who then leaves the nest without feathers.
One flap and the cat has him.'

Be careful, Rumi suggests,
about shaming sexual behavior in an adolescent
or anyone who hasn't yet has his or her fill of erotic trancing.
Often, the closest we come to surrender is orgasm.
In Rumi's symbology the rooster is a symbol for that energy.

"So how did Husam kill his rooster?
By dissolving into the play.
The nafs are energies that keep us moving,
stopping nowhere.
Union with the divine continually unfolds.
Next to the glowing drive-in movie,
the junkyard's rusted stacks of old desire-bodies.

Let the beauty we love keep turning into action,
transmuting to another, another.
What have I ever lost by dying?
Rumi asks, exchanging one set of nafs for the next.

Chopping rooster energy becomes another dining room story.
Particles of praise shine in the sunlight.
Anything you grab hold of on the bank
breaks with the river's pressure.
When you do things from your soul,
the river itself moves through you.
Freshness and a deep joy are signs of the current."
The Essential RumiBy Coleman Barks, Jelaluddin Rumi
Advice on keeping joy moving through you.
http://www.spiritualityandpractice.com/book-reviews/excerpts/view/17222

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ew Pearls
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BEYOND CONCEPT OF GOD ALONE... Sunrise/Afternoon 2/8/18 "....mastery of the unfathomable."

2/8/2018

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AS YOU MERGE WITH
INNER TAO CORE SILENCE
=
EVEN BEYOND THE CONCEPT OF GOD ALONE
<
ALL THAT YOU ARE NOT
DISAPPEARS
INCLUDING ANY ‘YOU’ or 'I'
ew
2:55 AM-2/8/18
(Present Whisper Summation of
Random Pick Whisper
from
The Galactic Teachings v. IX
See Read more below
Afternoon photos)

Gazing/Merging (without human concepts) with Nature (chickens/rooster)
ew/dmm Indiana barnlot birth home 1948 age 2

THE SILENCE WILL BATHE AND NOURISH YOU FROM SOUL OUTWARDS
IF YOU ARE SILENT.
IT IS THAT SIMPLE.
ONCE THE SOURCE’S SILENCE
IS ALL THAT YOU ARE,
ALL WILL BE ADDED
WITHOUT THOUGHT OR EFFORT
PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE.
BE AS INSTINCTIVE
AS THE DOUBLE/TWIN HUMMINGBIRDS
AS YOU ARE HELD
IN YOUR TRUTH OF BEING.

Note double hearts on this coral...= DOUBLE TWIN HUMMINGBIRDS
also see slide #4 and caption in slideshow above where 1st photo is the happy dog

THE ABSOLUTE AND ALPHA/OMEGA
OF ALL SOURCE IS WITHIN YOU
AND NEEDS NOT SOMETHING
FROM THE OUTER PHYSICAL WORLD
FOR ACTIVATION.
THIS IS THE SO-CALLED PURPOSE
OR CUTTING EDGE
FOR THE REMAINDER OF YOUR EARTHLY LIFE…
...TO BE ABLE TO LIVE THIS TRUTH IN DIVINE SILENCE

Soften mental gaze into Diffused Awareness Gaze to see heart shape sun.

(All Whisper Wordings above & below in this color font
are from
THE GALACTIC TEACHINGS v.IX
ew
Youthanasia Acres - near Dublin, Indiana
2001
(GALACTIC TEACHINGS began 1998..Leyford Cay, Nassau Bahamas)

A Random PIck Whispers File/unpublished booklet this morning pre-dawn - 2/8/18
are all in Read More Section at end of Afternoon Photos

AFTERNOON....

APPARENT LOSS OF YOUR ABILITY
TO SPEAK OR THINK IN HUMAN LANGUAGE
IS CONFIRMATION OF SHIFTS INTO ‘HOME’.
BE GENTLE WITH YOUR SELF/SOUL
AS YOU WOULD A NEWBORN BABE.
HOLD BY BEING HELD IN THE SOURCE….
....THE SILENCE…..
AND ALL WILL EFFORTLESSLY BE ADDED
AND/OR REMOVED.

I know that entering a new Evolutionary stage can bring fear or uncertainty.
But I’m unsure how long I can continue teaching in person. It may not be beyond this year — if that long. There are two reasons.”

“Firstly, I’m am looking ahead at the other stages that await me on this journey. They require increasingly losing the function of mind … I’m not sure with how much grace I can transition to the new way of being; if I can speak or lecture coherently, walk properly — it’s difficult as it is. The floor seems fluid.””
“Secondly, the material lying ahead for us is the
mastery of the unfathomable.
How to verbally teach what the mind cannot grasp is daunting. I’ve had faint echoes of these experiences before (like when I entered godhood). There was a great deal of nausea, and disorientation. But I had to force myself to teach because I had just adopted my little girl and had to support us. An hour-long lecture left me drenched with sweat — what lies ahead is far more challenging. I’m not sure what’s going to happen.”
ALMINE
https://www.alminediary.com/inner-alchemy-silent-retreats/
also see: https://www.alminediary.com/inner-alchemy-silent-retreats/
(Read above Almine words just published....just after sunrise stroll this morning...Synchronuous with ew's experiences Understandings first in 1998-2001 Galactic Teachings

PROPER USE OF MIND
IS ONLY AS AN INSTRUMENT OF AWARENESS…
...NOT OF CREATING/CREATION.
WHEN MIND IS STILLED
INTO THE SOURCE,
IT IS THEN ABLE
TO BE AWARE OF ONLY SOURCE.
THIS, THEN, IS THE WAY
FOR RELEASING ALL ATTACHED LIVING.

WHEN YOU THINK OF ANYTHING
IN THIS WORLD
IT IS AS THOUGH YOU HAVE IMPLANTED
THAT PERSON’S OR SITUATION’S AKASHIC COMPUTER
CHIP INTO YOUR BEING.
NOTE WELL
THE CONFUSION THIS CAUSES
IN YOUR TRUTH OF BEING.

ONLY DIVINE SILENCE
KEEPS YOU FREE OF OTHERS’
AKASHIC IMPLANTS.
ONLY FROM THE SILENCE
WILL YOU BE MADE AWARE OF ANOTHER
IN A MANNER
THAT IS NOT A VIOLATION
OF YOUR TRUTH OF BEING.
THE NECESSARY SHIFT
IS TO THE SILENCE WITHIN AS SOURCE,
RATHER THAN OUTER WORLD
WHICH CAN DETERMINE YOU
BY THE IMPLANTS.

WITH INNER ONENESS EXPERIENCED
IN FLESHLY FIBERS
BETWEEN YOU AND ALMIGHTY AS ONE….
YOU THEN REMOVE YOURSELF
FROM ALL NEEDS AND DESIRES
FROM ANYTHING OF THE MATERIAL REALMS,
INCLUDING CREATURES WHO BELIEVE THEMSELVES TO BE HUMAN.
ALL ATTACHMENT IS SIMPLY ERASED.

WHEN YOU KNOW THAT YOU KNOW,
ALL ELSE IS THE DREAM,
THE MAYA THE DRAMA.
NOTHING IS PERSONAL.
FROM THE SILENCE
YOU WILL THEN BEHOLD
‘A MIGHTY WORK’.

See Read More below
for ALL pre-dawn today: Random Pick Whispers
THE GALACTIC TEACHINGS v. IX
ew
September 2001
Youthanasia Acres

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FOREVER IMMORTALITY OF HUMANS' PURE EVIL...& REAL LIFE Milestone February 6, 2018

2/5/2018

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THE IMMORTALITY OF REAL LIFE
SUSTAINS
AS
TAO’S SILENT CORE
∞
SINCE BEFORE/DURING/AFTER
THE FOREVER IMMORTALITY
OF
HUMANS’ PURE EVIL
IN ALL EONS AND DIMENSIONS
ew
2:42 AM-2/6/18

(see Read More
below afternoon photos
extensive quotes/resources/notes
re:
Hostage to the Devil
- Arthur Guirdham and more)

AFTERNOON.................

Excerpts from:
The End of an Exorcist
Michael Strong - Conclusion

Hostage to the Devil
Malachi Martin

“Believe me, once you mess with Exorcism,
and above all if you don’t pull it off, something departs from you.
And the rest of you yearns to depart also.”

It did not seem a good moment to pursue his “waiting” to “depart.”
So I asked him about the Confrontation with Evil Spirit
in an exorcism.
What was it like?
What effects had it?
It was a meeting, he said, a personal meeting.
What the exorcist met in person was something that existed
in a state where the all-important,
the only, reality was a “living not.”

I wanted to stop and ponder that for a while,
but he went on to talk of a reality that is not beautiful,
not true,
not holy,
not pleasant,
not bright,
not warm,
not large,
not happy,
not anything positive.

I started to say that all this sounded like Hell
or how people used to describe Hell.
“No,” he interjected distinctly and firmly.
“That is Hell.
Just to be utterly alone and immutably without love.
Forever.”

In the exorcism the exorcist knew that what he was up against
existed in that state.
He just knew it.

The effect of all this?
I asked the question still very tentatively,
not wishing to increase any pain he had.
Did he feel he was in a box or a prison?
Did it make him dispirited and lose initiative?

The effects were far deeper, he said.
Years before in the seminary, he loved music, flowers, a good book.
He could laugh the loudest of all;
he enjoyed swimming, tennis, a good meal, and so on.
He loved children.
They made him happy, just to hear their voices.
And many other things he liked also-
singing and dancing and long walks,
and the sound of waves on the shore,
and smells such as new-mown hay,
flowers and grass after a light shower,
a turf fire in the early morning.
And he slept like a top.
Always he woke up ready for the world,
rain, hail, or shine.

After Thomas Wu’s exorcism was over, all that had changed.
No, it wasn’t age,
he answered some unvoiced remark of mine,
but something else.

The housekeeper appeared, and he nodded to her.
It was time for him to turn in.
She left.

I asked: “What does it really mean?”

He was standing up now.
The moon had risen over the back wall of the garden.
We both looked at it with upturned faces.
“You are never quite at home in this human world
ever again after an exorcism,”
he said slowly.
He sat down again and explained.

After an exorcism the exorcist hears and sees
and thinks and talks as he always did.
But now he perceives on two planes.
Spirit is everywhere.
Flesh and matter is only “our picture” of what’s there.
And it’s not all good.
There’s evil and good hidden in that “picture.”

After an exorcism you always know, if you didn’t know it before.
You are now walking with double vision,
a second sight,
as the old people used to say.

And the exorcist never really sleeps, not as he used to.
He dozes off.
Some deep part of him is keeping watch,
always watching,
and doesn’t want anything to escape him
even momentarily.

All sleep is escape.
And he knows that escape for him is impossible.

He eats, he must in order to stay alive.
And he breathes.
His heart beats on.
But he has a terrible option always:
not to breathe,
to let his heart stop.

“Father Michael, how are you?”
He said he was fine. He had a request to make.
Before my visit ended, I should remind him of it.
But he wanted first to say something further to me about the effects of the exorcism on him.
“It helps me to talk about it all”
-this by way of explanation.
It was the double vision: he had not defined it properly, he said.
I waited, because, as Michael spoke,
a wave of misery swept over his face.
The veil of immobility was withdrawn for an instant,
then fell back again.
For that quick instant I had seen a load of pain and sadness
framed in lines of a gently resolute hope.
His whole expression said:
I will not give up my trust,
although I have nothing to rely
on but that trust.

Then he went on to describe the double vision.
It was not like seeing another table beside the real table
or another wall beside the real wall.
It was not a vision of eyes or a hearing with your ears
or a touching with your hand.
It was another level of reality.
An exorcism sharpens your awareness of that reality, he said.
You know what stands behind and around
and beneath and above
all that is visible and tangible.
The intertwining cords of spirit appear everywhere.
Good and bad spirit.
Beauty and ugliness.
Holiness and sin.
God as a tremendous majesty.
Personal evil is a formidable force.
Nothing escapes those cords.

He fell silent at this point.
After a pause,
I could not resist asking him directly about his failure
to complete the exorcism of Thomas Wu.
Did it entail any special liability within this sphere of his double vision?

“Of course.”
The words were loaded with an ache and a distress which silenced me.

Once pronounced,
they hung in the air between us as silent signs of his suffering.

“I can now hate. I can choose to hate,” he said drily.
Before the exorcism of Wu, he had never even thought of hating.
Now, to hate was a living option for him.
Before the exorcism, he never even imagined
what it would be like really to despair.
Now it was a real option. “Real.” “Real.”
He repeated the word several times.
The idea of rejecting Jesus as a charlatan
now came to him as a real choice.
All those choices and others too unspeakable to mention
were like plates of food placed in front of him continually.
His pain was that he was forced to consider each one as a possibility.
Before,
he had them all banded together and thrown into a box,
and he had thrown away the key.
Now he had to take a taste of each one.
Slowly.
Realistically.
He stopped at a certain point, groping for an image.
It was, he finally said,
as if a mad wolf were allowed sniff and smell and nose
around his naked body,
always threatening to bite and crush,
always moving, moving, moving.
He bent his head on his hands.
There was a pause of about five minutes.

And all the waiting, I finally asked, why all the waiting?
He had failed in the exorcism,
but he had not accepted Satan or evil or hate.
Why, then, the perpetual waiting?

“Simply put, my young friend,” he said thickly,
“evil has power over us, some power.
And even when defeated and put to flight,
it scrapes you in passing by.
If you don’t defeat it, evil exacts a price of more terrible agony.
It rips a gash in the spirit with a filthy claw,
and some of its venom enters the veins of the soul.
As a price.
As a memory.
As a lesson.
A warning that it will return again.”

It was time to go. I stood up. He said nothing.
I touched him lightly on the forehead.
It was cold.

As I went out, Breeda smiled at me:
“Now, young man, don’t worry about Father Michael.
He knows what he’s doin’.”
Somehow, this old woman understood more that I had ever understood.
Then I heard his voice calling after me:
“Malachi!
At the end, be sure and read Paul,
First Corinthians, Chapter 15, verses 50 to 58.
All of it.”
I hurried back into the study.
But he told me to go with the usual silent wave of the hand.

Conclusion

....there was a tiny rattle in Michael’s throat.
The lips smiled faintly.
The eyes lost all light.
I felt sure Michael had partaken in Jesus’ victory over death
and that he had escaped death’s sting.
But he had, indeed, paid the price for his failure of years before.
We will never know the exact note of suffering
such a man as Michael Strong must undergo at dying,
for it lies in the spirit unattainable by our logic,
unimaginable by our fantasy,
impervious to any clever methodology we can devise.
But each exorcist could well have as his epitaph
the most noble phrase Jesus ever pronounced about human love:
“Greater love than this no man hath:
that a man lay down his life for his friend."

Excerpts from:
Hostage to the Devil
Malachi Martin
https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/vatican/esp_vatican27t.htm#Conclusion

(see Read More
below for
extensive quotes/resources/notes
re:
Hostage to the Devil-Martin Malachi
- Arthur Guirdham and more)

also see MORE from Martin Malachi and
The Smiler Archetype...the greatest of all "evil":
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-and-more/orgasmic-stillpoint-from-its-place-on-high-utter-banality-of-all-existence-february-9-2018

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BE NOWHERE'S...... "IT IS FINISHED!" "...hang on and live wild..." Sunrise/Afternoon January 30, 2018

1/30/2018

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Remembrance Rock

...BE NOWHERE’S
BEFORE CREATION’S
TRUTH*
ew
4:59 AM-1/30/2018
*Find Paul Brunton
OES with The Teller/me in OHaven and me trying to Tell
the absurdity of Telling....
...all this form could do was/IS
Orgasmic Baubo Laughter

See Extensive Notes in Read More
at end of Afternoon Photos
from Youthansia Acres

“IT IS FINISHED!”*
CESSATION OF:
THINKING, TALKING, TELLING AND LISTENING
<
PRE-ORIGINAL BEING AWARENESS
SUFFICES
=
BEYOND QUANTUM DIMENSIONAL
OUROBOROS**
ew
7:35 AM-1/30/18
*http://www.jesus.org/death-and-resurrection/last-words/what-was-finished.html
**See next quote below

Swiss psychologist Carl Jung saw the ourobouros as an archetype and the basic mandala of alchemy.

Jung also defined the relationship of the ouroboros to alchemy:
"The alchemists, who in their own way knew more about the nature of the individuation process than we moderns do,
expressed this paradox through the symbol of the uroboros,
the snake that eats its own tail.
In the age-old image of the uroboros lies the thought of devouring oneself and turning oneself into a circulatory process,
for it was clear to the more astute alchemists
that the prima materia of the art was man himself.
The uroboros is a dramatic symbol for
the integration and assimilation of the opposite,
i.e. of the shadow.
This 'feed-back' process is at the same time a symbol of immortality,
since it is said of the uroboros
that he slays himself and brings himself to life,
fertilises himself and gives birth to himself.
He symbolises the One,
who proceeds from the clash of opposites,
and he therefore constitutes the secret of the prima materia which [...] unquestionably stems from man's unconscious'.
(Collected Works, Vol. 14 para.513)
http://www.thelemapedia.org/index.php/Oroboros

it’s fun to forget how to live so that when you rediscover it,
you really, really hang on and live wild……
inquiry for today~
what happens when you remember that life is an adventure?

https://makebelieveboutique.com/2017/08/24/24951/

AFTERNOON...

Below in this color font from
Lucille Clifton

won't you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life?

i had no model.
born in babylon
both nonwhite and woman
what did i see to be except myself?

i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my other hand;

come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.

Lucille Clifton
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/50974/wont-you-celebrate-with-me
Synchronicity: just arrived via e-mail from a friend
9:31 AM
1/30/18

Extensive Notes in Read More below
from Youthansia Acres Days
Near Dublin, Indiana
Late 1990's-2004

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AS MOTHS TO A LIGHT EVIL'S TENDER KISS "Neanderthals..." Sunrise/Afternoon January 28, 2018

1/28/2018

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THE RAIN HAS STARTED....6:53am 1/28/18

NOWHERE TO BE EXCEPT HERE AND NOW
∞
AH FOR SUCH PRISTINE SIMPLICITY
WHEN ALL THAT IS
IS
ORIGINAL TRUTH OF BEING
∞
AH! FOR PERFECT STORM OF
SEEMING DESTRUCTION
IF
NEVERBORN/NEVERDIE ONE
FORGETS TO REMEMBER
<
MOTH BURNING REPEATEDLY
IN SEEMING FALSE LIGHT
UNTIL ORIGINAL MEMORY RESTORES
FOREVER & BEYOND
ew
4:20 AM-1/28/18

(See Read More
at end of Afternoon Photos
for more from ew/dmm Archived Files re:
Ploys/Dynamics of Possession/Psychopathology & Akasha Core-Neverborn/Neverdie Ones

BAUBO IS
THE FIRE TO ORGASMIC BELLY LAUGH THRU ALL
∞∞
REMAINING UNTOUCHED OR MOULDED EXCEPT FOR
DIVINE FIRE
∞∞
THE ULTIMATE INNATE
OR
CREATION IN FORM
AND
WAY BEYOND THESE WORDINGS!
ew
7:20 AM-7/27/17
after sunrise last July

See OceanSpeaks below...
....for samples of BAUBUO SERIES....
as antidote to all attempted "MOTH BURNINGS"

https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-and-more/baubo-as-the-patience-revelation-of-kamush-sunriseafternoon-july-27-2017

https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-and-more/the-true-silence-of-baubo-sunriseafternoon-71917-only-the-ordinary-can-bring-us-home

Preface Note re: BAUBO SERIES
They began Spontaneously: BAUBO'S ORGASMIC WISDOM
Oceanspeak July 12, 2017
http://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-and-more/remember-to-remember-nothing-sunriseafternoon-july-12-2017

Look into the sphere of birthless mind!
Let dawn the enjoyment of ceaseless play!
When free of hope and fear--that's the result.
Why speak of birth and death?
Come to the natural, unmodified state!
Drinking the Mountain Stream:
Songs of Tibet’s Beloved Saint, Milarepa

AFTERNOON...

See Read More below:
more from ew/dmm Archived Files
re:
Ploys/Dynamics of Possession/Psychopathology
&
Akasha Core-Neverborn/Neverdie Ones

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"Only the naked....." Sunrise/Afternoon Sept. 1, 2014

9/1/2014

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Only the naked live in the sun.

Only the artless ride the wind.

Only the rudderless can sail the greater sea.

And he alone who loses his way a thousand times
shall have a home-coming.
all above wordings by
K. Gibran

By knowing for an absolute fact that he does not live but is being lived,
the man of wisdom is aware of the perfect futility of all intentions.
****
Rare in the world is one who no longer even cares for experience.
In him the true understanding has already dawned.
****
He who has gone beyond mentation has no need for sitting in meditation.
His mind is already free from fluctuation.
****
Ramesh S. Balsekar - Net of Jewels

EBBS AND SWELLS
ARE
FOREVER OCEAN

EBBS AND WELLS (SWELLS)
ARE SOURCED BEYOND
THE FOREVER OCEAN.
ew

SO FULL AM EMPTY
SO EMPTY AM FULL

A NOTHINGNESS
THAT CANNOT BE
CONVERSATED
ew

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BEYOND CONCEPT OF GOD ALONE... Sunrise/Afternoon 2/8/18 "....mastery of the unfathomable."

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AS MOTHS TO A LIGHT EVIL'S TENDER KISS "Neanderthals..." Sunrise/Afternoon January 28, 2018

"Only the naked....." Sunrise/Afternoon Sept. 1, 2014

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