Category: Wall Of Mystery

TRANSLATED "...the way of nature." "...changed to eternal." "...even your bathtub." "...sourceless incandescence..." 2/7/20

2/7/2020

AS QUESTIONER & QUESTIONS CEASE
ONE BECOMES THE QUIET ANSWER*
SOURCED IN ORIGIN’S
PRIMAL REPOSE*
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TRANSLATED BEYOND THE PRISON & FOLLY
OF EXPLAINING
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THE LISTENER*
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ONLY SMILED*
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4:18 AM-2/7/20

*See Read More Below Afternoon Photos

I was dead. I came alive.
I was tears, I became laughter.
All because of Love,
my temporal life,
from then on changed to eternal.
– Rumi

Empty yourself of everything.
Let the mind rest at peace.
The ten thousand things rise and fall
while the Self watches their return.
They grow and flourish and then return to the source.
Returning to the source is stillness,
which is the way of nature.
Lao Tzu

Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself
and know that everything in this life has a purpose.
There is no need to go to India
or anywhere else to find peace.

You will find that deep place of silence
right in your room,
your garden
or
even your bathtub.
Elizabeth Kubler-Ross

http://www.puresilence.org/a_tradition_of_silence.htm

In the attitude of silence
the soul finds the path in a clearer light,
and what is elusive and deceptive
resolves itself into crystal clearness.
Ghandi

At the still point of the turning world.
Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards;
at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement.
And do not all it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered.
Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline.
Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance,
and there is only the dance.
T.S. Eliot

There is nothing mind can do that cannot be better done
in the mind's immobility and thought-free stillness.
When mind is still,
then truth gets her chance to be heard
in the purity of the silence.
Sri Aurobindo

Under all speech that is good for anything
there lies a silence that is better.
Silence is deep as Eternity;
speech is shallow as Time.
Thomas Carlyle

AFTERNOON

Sagittarius – Thursday, February 6, 2020

Getting a good plan off the ground is getting complicated due to a number of hard to control issues.
To get what you need,
it is necessary to simplify and prioritize
all the options at your disposal.
There is a foolproof way to successfully
pull yourself out of the stress zone.
Stop the chatter in your brain.

Listen to your breath for short spells.

And you will find all the answers you seek plus more
from an unconscious source.
https://boothstars.com/2020/02/06/sagittarius-thursday-february-6-2020/

Change the Lighting
If you can’t change yourself, after all
the efforts, change the light
by which you read your story.

Exchange overhead for something softer –
a lamp, a candle, a vine of shining
holiday lights – and feel yourself
become hugged by the fabric of shadows.

You see the darkness here has wisdom too.
You see these objects around become related
by the pregnant emptiness that holds them,
and you.

Let this light reveal the rapture
of being just this. Then, further still, try
moonlight, or no light, until, at last,
this open, sourceless incandescence
which you are
no matter who you think you are
will follow you from the inside
wherever you may go, however
you may change, or not.

Brooke McNamara
~~~

Poem by Brooke McNamara
(excerpt from her book ‘Feed your Vow’)
See 1st Link below for Brooke McNamara's Outstanding Website
https://www.brookemcnamara.com

https://thedawnwithin.com/2020/02/07/change-the-lighting/

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SMILED CONDITION PRIMORDIAL SILENCE June 14, 2019 "...an unexpected visitor." "There are no frames for the soul."

6/14/2019

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GLIDED IN/OF/AS
UNWAVERING
ORIGINAL PRIMORDIAL SILENCE
=
SMILED CONDITION*
BEYOND WORDS & THOUGHTS
JUST IS
ew
4:19 AM-6/14/19

*SMILED
*The realization which is attained is that
there is nothing to realize any more.

He did not answer, he only smiled.

http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/VIII/VIII_2_7.htm

See Read More below Afternoon Photos
for full story of
Wall of Mystery
SMILED

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
— Jellaludin Rumi,
translation by Coleman Barks

Later, a sudden larger breaker almost washed camera/tripod away...we took camera off to take this photo above...and the moment we finished that photo, GASP...for the HUGE Heron (below photos) that we barely could photograph...probably the same Heron from a few days ago at this same Remembrance Rock

I am not from the East or West
not up from the ground
or out of the ocean.
My place is placeless
a trace of the Traceless.
I am from the Soul of souls.

Rumi

below from
John O'Donohue

We are no sooner out of the womb than we must begin the
precarious unfolding and shaping of who we are.
If we have bad or destructive times in childhood,
we begin to fix on a survival identity to cover over
and to compensate for what happens to us.
If we are never encouraged to be
ourselves we begin to construct an identity
that will gain us either attention or approval.
When we set out to construct
our lives according to a fixed image,
we damage ourselves.
The image becomes the desperate focus
of all our longing.
There are no frames for the soul.

In truth we are called,
in so far as we can,
to live without
an image of ourselves,
or at least to keep
images we have free and open.

When you sense the immensity
of the Unknown within you,
any image you have built of yourself
gradually loses its promise.
Your name, your face, your address
only suggest the threshold of your identity.

Somehow you are always secretly aware of this.
Sometimes you find yourself listening to someone
telling you what you should do
or describing what is going on inside you,
and you whisper to yourself that
they have not the foggiest idea who you actually are.

John O'Donohue
From Eternal Echoes

There Are No Frames for the Soul
- O'Donohue & Rumi

https://mysticmeandering.blogspot.com/2019/06/there-are-no-frames-for-soul-john.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+MysticMeandering+%28Mystic+Meandering%29

AFTERNOON
Beautiful Beach Weather here today...
....but due to conditions beyond my control, am unable to get to afternoon beach.
All photos below are favorites from an Archive File named BREAKERS.....

NOT AS YOU SEEM
JOHN MCINTOSH

You are NOT as you seem.
The world you try to navigate through each day
is NOT as it seems.

Nothing ‘is’ as it seems on the surface …
this is relatively easy to accept,
and the body-mind-false-self will immediately
offer opinions about
conspiracies, hidden agendas
and elite forces controlling the world to support this.
But this goes much deeper than mere theories
about the real world hidden in plain sight.

No matter how close you may get to what seems to be ‘going on’,
on the planet and in your life,
it will always be about the ‘state of a dream’.

Your body, your mind, your world
and your experiences in it are all a dream,
totally believed in by most of humanity
and that belief gives it its shape and design and life.

There is absolutely nothing ‘real’ within it
no matter how beautiful or disgusting it may seem.
Every concept of Love, of Life, of Freedom, of Beauty
pales beside one glimpse of Reality.

To access Truth, the Truth that you ‘are’ is simple … turn within.
By turning your Attention inward
and simply ‘opening up’ to the possibility
of something vaster
than anything the imagination [also a dream] can conjure …

6/10/15

Light begins to shine and direct your Attention
toward what ‘is’ Real.
This opening up is actually the beginning
of Real ‘surrender’ to the Infinite.
When the mind then tries to fill in the blanks,
gently return inward to open-ness …

Life will do the heavy lifting and your Awareness
[the Awareness that you ‘are’]
of
Truth will begin to Expand effortlessly.

https://www.johnmcintosh.info/post/not-as-you-seem

11/8/15

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for full story of
SMILED
"He did not answer, he only smiled."

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AM SMILED-AM BREATHED "... signature of the eternal." "...free from time and space, from birth and death." Afterlife Milestone June 9, 2019

6/9/2019

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∞
**************
I SMILE
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AM SMILED

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

I BREATHE
<
AM BREATHED
***************
∞

ALL SENSE OF PERSONAL VOLITION
LONG AGO DISAPPEARED
BUT NOW IS EVEN MORE SO

SO THOROUGH IS THIS
<
ALL WORDS, THOUGHTS & VOLITIONS
JUST TO FIT IN WITH OTHERS
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HEAVY, INTRUSIVE VEILS
DISTORTING SOUL’S OVERFLOW
LEADING TO
GERMS OF GREAT DECEIT….

BUT HARK! AND GREAT RELIEF!
THIS “SNAKE IS ONLY A STICK”
<
UNFETTERED TOTAL RELIEF
FOR TRUTH OF BEING
WHEN ONLY:
THIS VAST SILENCE IS REAL…
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ALL THAT IS=AM SMILED*
GOD AM SMILED
ew
4:31 AM-6/9/19
*GOD I AM – Peter Erbe
*https://www.ramtha.com/content/pdf/teachings/AlreadyDead.pdf

*https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/enoch-translates-divine-being-is-our-being-the-ultimate-alchemy-june-8-2019

Also see Wall of Mystery Category in right hand column of this page

After… and as the above flows thru fingers…
a cascade of gentle memories Arise to/thru consciousness
from lifetime(s) of so many clues
re: the above “condition”
(of "Afterlife" Consciousness
as Truth of Being)
that have happened since earliest earthly memory
this lifetime and before/after.
ONLY THIS VAST SILENCE IS REAL…

...PS: the below quote from John O'Donohue was read immediately AFTER this morning's Whisper Worded
...Synchronicities are NOW more and more a Way of Life...

When you forget or repress the truth and depth
of your invisible belonging
and decide to belong
to some system, person, or project,
you short-circuit your longing
and squander your identity.

To have true integrity, poise, and courage
is to be attuned to
the silent and invisible nature within you.

Real maturity is the integrity
of inhabiting that "immortal longing"
that always calls you to new horizons.

Your true longing is to belong
to the eternal that echoes continually
in everything that happens to you.

Real power has nothing to do with
force, control, status, or money.

Real power is the persistent courage
to be at ease with the unsolved and the unfinished.

To be able to recognize,
in the scattered graffiti of your desires,
the signature of the eternal.
~John O'Donohue
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2019/06/09/29748/

AFTERNOON

All methods bind.
Those who are free
Hold to no system,
No regimen.
Wu Hsin

Until one becomes clear about
The true source of happiness
All looking for it is folly.
Wu Hsin

To be natural
Requires no learning
Wu Hsin

What has changed in Yolande is not what she sees.
Yolande still sees the contents of the world
just like any other individual
holding on to their belief of being a person.

What has changed in Yolande is her point of view.
Her look is no longer focused through her physical eyes
or through the limited sense perception
based on fear of pain and search for pleasure.

Yolande looks out from eternity,
free from time and space,
from birth and death.
http://yolandeduran.com/en/silence-heals-excerpt-chapter-2/

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BEYOND THE TELLING INCREASING POSSESSION 6/7/19 "All I have is a voice..." "...by some wild grace."

6/7/2019

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FROM A PLACE BEYOND THE TELLING
LIFE IN FORM IS DYING/BIRTHING
IN THE ALWAYS NOW ETERNAL MOMENT
<
INCREASING POSSESSION OF ORIGINAL CORE BEING
AS ALL
JUST IS
AH! THE PRISTINE PRIMORDIAL SIMPLICITY OF IT ALL
SUCH A ONE IS ONLY SMILED* AND WEPT**
ew
5:15 AM-6/7/19

*Only AFTER the last of the above Flew thru Fingers
did the below "SMILED" Surface Instantly to Consciousness…
in Archive Quote File at least for 30 years…
See Read More below Afternoon Photos for full version..
∞
below in this font the main
Teaching Tale
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Remembrance Tale

**AFTER SUNRISE WE FIND A FOREVER FRIEND
miriam louisa with a new sharing...then added "AND WEPT" to above Whisper
See part of her sharing (plus the link for) full offering below in this font

SMILED

There is a well known Eastern legend
giving the idea of a soul who had found truth.
There was a wall of laughter and of smiles.
This wall existed for ages and many tried to climb it, but few succeeded.

Those who had climbed upon it saw something beyond,
and so interested were they that they smiled,
climbed over the wall and never returned.

The people of the town began to wonder
what magic could there be and what attraction,
that whoever climbed over the wall never returned.
So they called it the wall of mystery.

Then they said,
'We must make an enquiry and send someone
who can reach the top,
but we must tie him with a rope to hold him back.'

When the man they had thus sent reached the top of the wall,
he smiled and tried to jump over it,
but they pulled him back.
Still he smiled, and when the people eagerly asked,
'what did you see there?'
He did not answer, he only smiled.

This is the condition of the seer.
The man who in the shrine of his heart has seen the vision of God,
the one who has the realization of truth,
can only smile,
for words can never really explain what truth means.

Hazrat Inayat Khan
http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/VIII/VIII_2_7.htm

the important thing is the tear falling down your cheek
miriam louisa

THERE'S NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT TO HAVE A GOOD CRY

When the courage (le cœur: heart, French) to sit still and see what might bubble up from the heart’s cauldron finds us –
and finds us innocent of any agenda to analyse,
to fix or flee, tears will most assuredly flow.

I was already ancient when, by some wild grace,
courage found me and guided me into my body’s dark knowledge.
(I wrote about it in this post
at my ‘echoes from emptiness’ blog –
following fear into the star-stuff of my cells).
(https://echoesfromemptiness.com/2017/10/30/following-fear-into-the-star-stuff-of-my-cells/)

In my cocksure ignorance I assumed
it would all be done and dusted within a modest time-frame.

Three years later the tears are still falling,
the heart is still cracking, crumbling, awash in tenderness,
trembling with bliss.

(Yes, bliss – I had no idea that bliss
is simply the opening of the heart.)

Yet now the tears arise from a depth beyond the personal,
from a well of sorrow that’s ownerless.

Personally I don’t feel the need for notions of karma and reincarnation,
but my lived experience shows me
that whatever is happening here
is dynamically all-inclusive
and interpenetrating across time and space.

No separation can be found.
The tears belong to all of us because there is only one of us.

by miriam louisa
Excerpt from:
https://thisunlitlight.com/2019/06/07/the-important-thing-is-the-tear-falling-down-your-cheek/#comment-7307

More from miriam louisa

WHAT I LOVE:
Making things.
Marveling at the way the stepping stones
form under my feet when I’m walking the via creativa
without fear of the unknown.

The joy of watching students awaken to their authenticity,
both in visual language and in the big artwork of Life.
And last but not least – the unknowable Bright,
the silence behind everything thought, experienced or created.

In another age I might have been called a mystic,
but I’m much too greedy for Life to be a true contemplative.

Everything I hunger for is right here under my nose,
in the everyday moment-by-moment miracle of Creation.
Not even under my nose –
it’s inseparable from this matrix called ‘me’.

To give that immensity expression in a way that beckons,
touches and embraces viewers
with an ineffable yet tangible blessing –
that’s what really interests me.

– Miriam Louisa Simons, 2016
Excerpt from:
https://wonderingmindstudio.com/home/

6:39 AM Leaving Sunrise Beach...closer view of Bird that apparently Knows & Reminds......

AFTERNOON
Too rainy for beach this afternoon
All Photos below from June 7, 2017

All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.

W.H. Auden’s poem “September 1, 1939,”
Shared here:
https://poets.org/poem/september-1-1939?mc_cid=c0efc24484&mc_eid=bc3afd75c6

O, friend! Nobody veils you, but yourself.
In your path there is no thorn or weed, but yourself.
You asked: shall I reach the Beloved or not?
Between you and the Beloved
there is nobody,
but yourself.
Awhadoddin Kermani
https://wahiduddin.net/

...Peace Be Still....
Mark 4:39 KJV

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CORE OF GRACEOPATHY "...violence of the mystic..." Sunrise/Afternoon January 8, 2018

1/8/2018

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THE SILENT ORIGINAL FUEL OF TAO’S
GRACEOPATHY CORE
SUFFICETH FOR ALL REALMS
OF
PSYCHOPATHIC DEADLY RUSES
(WETIKO VIRUS ON THE ATTACK*
VIOLENCE OF THE MYSTIC**)
ew
3:41 AM-1/8/18
*Paul Levy –
http://www.awakeninthedream.com/our-collective-psychosis-a-review-of-paul-levys-dispelling-wetiko/
**Anthony de Mello
"Men of Violence".."Prayer is Fire"
http://www.thinkingfaith.org/articles/anthony-de-mello-fire

(from Paul Levy)
“Wetiko,” a Native American word, simply means “a diabolically wicked person or spirit who terrorizes others by means of evil acts.”(3) Levy names the collective psychosis as “malignant egophrenia” which he defines as a condition in which the human ego is estranged from the deeper Self.

The disease of “malignant egophrenia” (ME) is also the disease of industrial civilization, an economic, political, and social arrangement which requires violence to maintain itself. Every inhabitant of industrial civilization is infected with the ME disease, but Levy notes that “full blown” Wetikos “are not in touch with their own humanity and therefore can’t see the humanity in others.” (13)

The acronym, “ME” is certainly no accident because malignant egophrenia naturally causes psychic vision to focus on “me” and my needs rather than more broadly on the rest of the world in addition to me. When we are unwittingly victims and carriers of the ME disease, we perpetuate the collective psychosis and the phenomenal evil of which it is capable.
http://www.awakeninthedream.com/our-collective-psychosis-a-review-of-paul-levys-dispelling-wetiko/

(from Anthony de Mello)

When nature destroys,
it is not from ambition or greed or self-aggrandizement,
but in obedience to mysterious laws
that seek the good of the whole universe
above the survival and well-being of the parts.

Mother Nature/Ocean belches up dead coral...to clean up the death caused by human pollution...they say these reefs along our shore are now dead

It is this kind of violence that arises within mystics
who storm against ideas and structures
that have become entrenched in their societies and cultures
when awareness awakens them
to evils their contemporaries are blind to.
Anthony de Mello
The Way to Love
Chapter “Men of Violence” p. 89

There is a well known Eastern legend giving the idea of a soul who had found truth.
There was a wall of laughter and of smiles.
This wall existed for ages and many tried to climb it, but few succeeded.
Those who had climbed upon it saw something beyond,
and so interested were they that they smiled,
climbed over the wall and never returned.
The people of the town began to wonder
what magic could there be and what attraction,
that whoever climbed the wall never returned.

So they called it the wall of mystery.
Then they said,
'We must make an enquiry and send someone who can reach the top,
but we must tie him with a rope to hold him back.'

When the man they had thus sent reached the top of the wall,
he smiled and tried to jump over it, but they pulled him back.
Still he smiled, and when the people eagerly asked,
'what did you see there?'
he did not answer,
he only smiled.

This is the condition of the seer.
The man who in the shrine of his heart has seen the vision of God,
the one who has the realization of truth,
can only smile,
for words can never really explain what truth means.
from http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/VIII/VIII_2_7.htm

AFTERNOON.......

Truth is that which can never be spoken in words
and that which can be spoken in words is not the truth.
The ocean is the ocean;
the ocean is not a few drops of water that one puts in a bottle.
Just so truth cannot be limited by words:
truth must be experienced...
from http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/IX/IX_34.htm

...the truth cannot be put into words;
all we can do is make an effort
to render the mystery of life
intelligible to our minds.
from http://wahiduddin.net/mv2/V/V_12.htm

Very often people ask,
"What is the nature of truth,
is it a theory, a principle,
a philosophy, or a doctrine?"
All theories, philosophies, principles, and doctrines
are only a cover over the truth.
The ultimate truth is that which cannot spoken,
for words are too inadequate to express it.
~~~ "Supplementary papers, Philosophy V", by Hazrat Inayat Khan (unpublished)

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TRANSLATED "...the way of nature." "...changed to eternal." "...even your bathtub." "...sourceless incandescence..." 2/7/20

SMILED CONDITION PRIMORDIAL SILENCE June 14, 2019 "...an unexpected visitor." "There are no frames for the soul."

AM SMILED-AM BREATHED "... signature of the eternal." "...free from time and space, from birth and death." Afterlife Milestone June 9, 2019

BEYOND THE TELLING INCREASING POSSESSION 6/7/19 "All I have is a voice..." "...by some wild grace."

CORE OF GRACEOPATHY "...violence of the mystic..." Sunrise/Afternoon January 8, 2018

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TRANSLATED "...the way of nature." "...changed to eternal." "...even your bathtub." "...sourceless incandescence..." 2/7/20

SMILED CONDITION PRIMORDIAL SILENCE June 14, 2019 "...an unexpected visitor." "There are no frames for the soul."

AM SMILED-AM BREATHED "... signature of the eternal." "...free from time and space,​ from birth and death." Afterlife Milestone June 9, 2019

BEYOND THE TELLING INCREASING POSSESSION 6/7/19 "All I have is a voice..." "...by some wild grace."

CORE OF GRACEOPATHY "...violence of the mystic..." Sunrise/Afternoon January 8, 2018

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AM SMILED-AM BREATHED "... signature of the eternal." "...free from time and space, from birth and death." Afterlife Milestone June 9, 2019