Category: YOUTHANSIA TROPICAL SANCTARII

"THE INWARD SEA" "My Own Splendor" "Flaming Sword Angel" "... this Touch where i Disappear.” MILESTONE April 19, 2019

4/19/2019

Continuing with the Sharing of
The Heart of Awareness
A Translation of the
Ashtavakra Gita
Thomas Byrom
This Sharing began 3/26/19
There are 20 chapters

Below is Chapter 19
My Own Splendor

DISSOLVING
<
DISSOLVED
INTO
“THE INWARD SEA”*
<
THE AKASHA TAO CORE OF ORIGIN
ALWAYS PREVAILS
(unless thinking otherwise!)
ew
6:02 AM-4/19/19
*See Afternoon Photos Section Today
&
Read More for Howard Thurman INWARD SEA Quote
&
More.......

19
My Own Splendor

1
With the pincers of truth I have plucked
From the dark corners of my heart
The thorn of many judgments.

2
I sit in my own splendor.

Wealth or pleasure,
Duty or discrimination,
Duality or nonduality,
What are they to me?

3
What is yesterday,
Tomorrow,
Or today?

What is space,
Or eternity?

I sit in my own radiance.

4
What is the Self,
Or the not-Self?

What is thinking,
Or not thinking?

What is good or evil?

I sit in my own splendor.

5
I sit in my own radiance,
And I have no fear.

Waking, Dreaming, Sleeping,
What are they to me?

Or even ecstasy?

6
What is far or near,
Outside or inside,
Gross or subtle?

I sit in my own splendor.

7
Dissolving the mind,
Or the highest meditation,
The world and all its works,
Life or death,
What are they to me?

I sit in my own radiance.

8
Why talk of wisdom,
The three ends of life,
Or oneness?

Why talk of these!

Now I live in my heart.

Above from
The Heart of Awareness
A Translation of the
Ashtavakra Gita
Thomas Byrom
This Sharing began 3/26/19
There are 20 chapters

Chapter 19
My Own Splendor
Entire Book (pdf) with Excellent Introduction:
http://mystic7.org/images/companies/1/Books/Free/The%20Heart%20of%20Awareness.pdf?1445090941313

I can only offer you this Touch where i Disappear.
ew/arif k.

AFTERNOON

I am in the mood to dissolve into the sky.
Virginia Woolf

The Inward Sea
Howard Thurman

There is in every person an inward sea,
And in that sea there is an island
And on that island there is an altar

And standing guard
before that altar is the
angel with the flaming sword.

"Nothing can get by that angel
to be placed upon that altar
unless it has the mark
of your inner authority."

"Nothing passes
'the angel with the flaming sword'
to be placed upon your altar
unless it be a part of
'the fluid area of your consent."

This is your crucial link with the Eternal."

--Dr. Howard Thurman
Excerpt from Howard Thurman's Meditation of the Heart.
http://usslave.blogspot.com/2011/04/howard-thurmans-inward-sea.html

WHEN YOU ARE FREE
JOHN MCINTOSH

When you are FREE of conditioning nothing ‘sticks’
to divert your Attention from Who You Really Are.
-The glamor of the world swirls around you without effect

-Sorrow begs you to acknowledge its victim-hood
but is met only with compassion and never sympathy
that would fan the flames of that illusion

-Special abilities entice you to broadcast
your new-found power over illusion
but you remain ‘fixed’ on Truth and Peace ‘IS’

-Without effort,
your radiance touches and embraces the entire dream
and every version of dreamer within, that still sleeps

-Without any ‘doing’,
an infinite Light shines on every dark corner of the grand dream

-Many recoil in shame or fear as their disguises melt away

-Others approach with caution and scepticism,
dazzled by this ‘influence’ that lifts and inspires
but asks nothing

-Some few gravitate
to the boundless Life You Are
as their ancient burdens lose control

-Each one who still sleeps,
is in some way affected
and at the level of their open-ness,
shift ever more inward toward their own Freedom

-If called to act you are shown precisely what to do,
where to go,
what to say and to whom,
unencumbered by the conditioning
that once colored and tainted every action,
every word, every thought

-Your actions are Pure
and when complete are departed from completely

See this LINK for Photos/Quotes that date...September 7, 2018 - applies to today as well!
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/survived-into-thrived-all-pervading-peace-imprisoned-splendor-may-escape-september-7-2018

Freedom covets nothing,
holds onto nothing and craves nothing.

https://www.johnmcintosh.info/post/when-you-are-free

See Read More Below
for full Quotes
+
Link for ANGEL WITH FLAMING SWORD
Saint Teresa-of-Avila
+
Additional Photos

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WHEN ONE REMEMBERS FORMLESSNESS PRESIDES "In unbroken meditation." MILESTONE March 27, 3019

3/27/2019

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Continuing with the Sharing of
The Heart of Awareness
A Translation of the
Ashtavakra Gita
Thomas Byrom
This Sharing began 3/26/19
There are 20 chapters
Below is Chapter 2

PURE SILENCE OF ASKASHA TAO CORE
=
ALL UNFOLDS WITHOUT ILLUSORY INTERFERENCE
FROM THE MAN-CREATED DREAM OF LIFE
<

WE ARE THE ANSWER WHEN WE BECOME AS
SILENT AS THE ORIGINAL SILENT ANSWER
WHICH HAS NO QUESTION
=
FORMLESSNESS PRESIDES
ALL IS WELL
ew
4:14 AM-3/27/19*

WHEN ONE REMEMBERS
…IS RE-REALIZED…
IT MATTERS NOT THE MAN MADE NAMES AND EVENTS
AS THE STORY IS THE SAME
AND THOSE ALL-WAYS CONFIRM
SUCH TRUTH-OF-BEING-REALITY MANIFESTING/AWAKENING

….
NOT THINKING & NOT TALKING
MATTERS NOT
TO ORIGINAL SILENCE
ew
5:57 AM-3/27/19*
*See Read More
Below Afternoon Photos
for additional notes
from early this morning

Chapter 2:
Awareness

1
Yesterday
I lived bewildered,
In illusion.

But now I am awake,
Flawless and serene,
Beyond the world.

2
From my light
The body and the world arise.
So all things are mine,
Or nothing is.

3
Now I have given up
The body and the world,
I have a special gift.
I see the infinite Self.

4
As a wave,
Seething and foaming,
Is only water
So all creation,
Streaming out of the Self,
Is only the Self.

5
Consider a piece of cloth,
It is only threads!
So all creation,
When you look closely,
Is only the Self.

6
Like the sugar
In the juice of the sugarcane,
I am the sweetness
In everything I have made.

7
When the Self is unknown
The world arises,
Not when it is known.
But you mistake
The rope for the snake.
When you see the rope,
The snake vanishes.

8
My nature is light,
Nothing but light.
When the world arises
I alone am shining.

9
When the world arises in me,
It is just an illusion:
Water shimmering in the sun,
A vein of silver in mother-of-pearl,
A serpent in a strand of rope.

10
From me the world streams out
And in me it dissolves,
As a bracelet melts into gold,
A pot crumbles into clay,
A wave subsides into water.

11
I adore myself.
How wonderful I am!
I can never die.

The whole world may perish,
From Brahma to a blade of grass,
But I am still here.

AFTERNOON

12
Indeed how wonderful!
I adore myself.
For I have taken form
But I am still one.
Neither coming or going,
Yet I am still everywhere.

13
How wonderful,
And how great my powers!
For I am without form,
Yet till the end of time
I uphold the universe.

14
Wonderful!
For nothing is mine,
Yet it is all mine,
Whatever is thought or spoken.

15
I am not the knower,
Nor the known,
Nor the knowing.
These three are not real.
They only seem to be
When I am not known.
For I am flawl

16
Two from one!
This is the root of suffering.
Only perceive
That I am one without two,
Pure awareness, pure joy,
And all the world is false.
There is no other remedy!

17
Through ignorance
I once imagined I was bound.
But I am pure awareness.
I live beyond all distinctions,
In unbroken meditation.

18
Indeed,
I am neither bound nor free.
An end to illusion!
It is all groundless.
For the whole of creation,
Though it rests in me,
Is without foundation.

19
The body is nothing.
The world is nothing.
When you understand this fully,
How can they be invented?
For the Self is pure awareness,
Nothing less.

20
The body is false,
And so are its fears,
Heaven and hell, freedom and bondage.
It is all invention.
What can they matter to me?
I am awareness itself.

21
I see only one.
Many men,
One wilderness.
Then to what may I cling?

22
I am not the body.
Nor is the body mine.
I am not separate.
I am awareness itself,
Bound only by my thirst for life.

23
I am the infinite ocean.
When thoughts spring up,
The wind freshens, and like waves
A thousand worlds arise.

24
But when the wind falls,
The trader sinks with his ship.
On the boundless ocean of my being
He founders,
And all the worlds with him.

25
But O how wonderful!
I am the unbounded deep In whom all living things
Naturally arise,
Rush against each other playfully,
And then subside. ;

The Heart of Awareness
A Translation of the
Ashtavakra Gita
Thomas Byrom
Chapter 2
http://www.austincc.edu/adechene/Ashta%20Byrom%20short.pdf

Entire Book with Excellent Introduction:
http://mystic7.org/images/companies/1/Books/Free/The%20Heart%20of%20Awareness.pdf?1445090941313

See Read More Below
for additional notes
from early this morning
&
More Afternoon Photos

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BEYOND RESURRECTION "...take a step without feet.” "Stop the words now." COME GENTLY, DEAREST ONE 12/31/18

12/31/2018

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SEEKING AND SEARCHING BEYOND
THE ETERNAL ONE MOMENT’S
INNER SILENT ORIGINAL CORE
CREATES HAVOC AND CHAOS
∞
THE CESSATION OF ALL HUMAN PERCEPTIONS/ABSORPTIONS
OF SELF VIA SELF
LEAVES ONLY THE ORIGIAL GREAT NOTHING OF
A
“JUST IS”
BEYOND RESURRECTION
ew

“JUST IS”
is this:
http://www.jcim.net/acim_us/MNL-28.php
and BEYOND*
dmm/ew
3:33 AM-12/31/18
*See Epilogue
(Quoted Below)
of
GODSEED: The Alchemy of Primordial Being
Dorothea M. Mills/elizabeth walker

*All Wording for today in this color font is excerpt of last section
EPILOGUE
of
GODSEED:The Alchemy of Primordial Memory
Dorothea M. Mills/elizabeth walker

Amazing to see this bit of moon in such dense dark clouds directly overhead while on dunes path to beach

RESURRECTION
This is love:
to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First to let go of life.
Finally, to take a step without feet.”

"Stop the words now.
Open the window in the center of your chest,
and let the spirits fly in and out."
Rumi

COME GENTLY, DEAREST ONE

THERE HAS BEEN,
AND IS,
GREAT PURPOSE FOR ALL THAT YOU ARE.

GUTTED, SEASONED, MARINATED
LEFT FOR ROADKILL BY BRUTALITIES,
MORE TIMES THAN YOU CAN REMEMBER

YET SOMETHING MORE CONTINUES TO BREATHE YOU.

THAT SOMETHING MORE CAN NEVERDIE
NOR WAS IT EVER BORN.
IT SIMPLY IS

IT IS ENERGY OR LIFE THAT IS GREATER
THAN HUMAN MIND CAN FATHOM
IT IS BEYOND WORDS AND THOUGHTS
IT IS BEFORE, DURING AND AFTER YOUR LIFE IN FORM
IT SIMPLY IS

REMEMBER THE TIMES YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED
SHOULD HAVE BECOME SEVERELY INJURED
OR ALMOST KILLED OR INJURED SOMEONE ELSE

THAT SAME SOMETHING MORE BROUGHT YOU THRU.
IT SIMPLY IS

WHATEVER THE BRUTALITY
IT CAME TO INVITE YOU TO REMEMBER AND BE
WHO YOU TRULY ARE......:

...A SPARK OF THE DIVINE LOVE
THAT CAN NEVER DIE
THAT DOES NOT HAVE TO FORGIVE
BECAUSE IT NEVER JUDGES
IT SIMPLY IS
YOU ARE THAT.

EVERY CELL IN YOUR BODY
EVERY ASPECT OF CONSCIOUSNESS
HAS MEMORY OF ALL THAT HAS EVER OCCURRED
SINCE BEFORE TIME.

THE PURE LOVE THAT YOU TRULY ARE
HAS DIVINE IMPERSONAL COMPASSION
FOR ALL THAT IS.

AFTERNOON

THE EVERSHINING OF DIVINE LOVE
OVERFLOWING FROM YOUR BEING THRU THE SCAR TISSUE
IS RECEIVED BY THOSE LIFE FORMS WHO MOST NEED THIS....

THIS IS HAPPENING WITH OR WITHOUT
LIFE FORMS' CONSCIOUS AWARENESS
WITHOUT WORDS OR THOUGHTS

THIS IS SO...
DUE TO COSMIC GRACE
DUE TO TRUTH OF BEING'S EVERSHINING
LIFE BECOMES LOVE'S EFFORTLESS EASE

THERE HAS BEEN,
AND IS,
GREAT PURPOSE FOR ALL THAT YOU ARE.
ALLOW ANY PAINFUL MEMORIES TO
COMPOST....
...SLOUGHED TO BECOME
THE FERTILE SOIL OF YOUR BEING

THEY ARE NO LONGER ROTTING, DESTRUCTIVE THOUGHT FORMS
BUT ONLY THE DIVINELY COMPOSTED FUEL
FOR EVERSHINING'S BLOSSOMING AND OVERFLOW.

..COME GENTLY, DEAREST ONE
INTO THE TRUTH OF YOUR BEING...
<
....IT ALREADY IS
AND ALL OF LIFE
BECOMES
THE ABSOLUTE’S
GENTLE DEJA VU.

RESURRECTION

RESURRECTION OF ORIGINAL LIFE HAS AUDIBLY MURMURED FROM
INNER SILENCE DEPTHS

ALL THAT IS REQUIRED IS REVEALED IN/OF/AS
ORIGINAL VAST SILENCE..

THINKING & TALKING DISTORTS AND ERASES THIS AWARENESS
THERE IS NO LONGER A REQUIREMENT FOR SUCH CAMOUFLAGE
ew

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

For "MORE" re:
the Condition of Being
"BEYOND RESURRECTION"
See OceanSpeak Category list in right hand column for
Bernadette Roberts

See Read More Below
For Full Sharing re: RESURRECTION
NOT separated by photos

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YOUTHANASIA SANCTARII TSUNAMI OF DIVINE GRACE ANTIDOTE FOR WHAT AVALANCHES "...eternal innocence." "...survivors of solitude..." December 15, 2018

12/15/2018

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IN MIDST OF POSSESSION, & BURIAL
VIA
DEBILITATING REPEATS OF LIES & DECEIT
<
THEN
AN INNER ALL-ENCOMPASSING TSUNAMI OF DIVINE GRACE
GENTLY WHISPERS
“I AM ALL THAT IS…BE THAT AND INJOY!”
ew
1:16 AM-12/15/18

ONLY GOD’S ORIGINAL TRUTH OF BEING PERFECTLY POSSESSING
IS ANTIDOTE FOR WHAT AVALANCHES
ew
1:53 AM-12/15/18
See Read More below Afternoon Photos
for Synchronistic Arrival of Newsletter re: the above Whisper
this was read AFTER the Whisper Emerged
(a few excerpts are shared there)

My gaze is clear as a sunflower.
My way is to walk the roads
Looking right and left
And sometimes looking behind me...
What I see at each moment
Is that which I never
Caught sight of before.

I have the knack of full awareness
The knack of essential astonishment
That an infant might experience
If at birth he were aware
That he was actually born!
I feel myself born at each moment
Into the everlasting newness
of the world.

I believe in the world
As I believe in a daisy
Because I see it.
But I do not think about it
Because to think is to not-understand.

The world was not made
For us to think about it
(To think is to have sick vision)
But for us to look at it and assent.

i have no philosophy: I have senses ...
If I talk of nature, that is not because
I know what nature is
But because I love it, and love is for this only:
For he who loves never knows what he loves
Or why he loves, or what love is.

Loving is eternal innocence
And the only innocence is not-thinking.
Fernando Pessoa
from The Keeper of the Flocks
translated by Thomas Merton
http://www.beingsilentlydrawn.com/2018/08/innocence.html

They are to be admired, those survivors
of solitude, who have gone with no maps
into rooms without features,
where no wilderness awaits a footstep trace,
no path of danger to a cold summit
to look back on and feel exuberant,...

...no clarity of territories yet untouched
that tremble near the human breath,
no thickets of undergrowth with deep pores
to nest the litanies of wind addicted birds,
no friendship of other explorers
drawn into the dream of the unknown.

No.
They do not belong to the outside worship
of the earth, but risk themselves in the interior
space where the senses have nothing to celebrate,
where the air intensifies the intrusion of the human
and a poultice of silence pulls every sound
out of circulation down into the ground,...

...where, in the panic of being, each breath unravels
an ever deeper strand in the web of weaving mind;
shawls of thought fall off, empty and lost,...

...where only the red scream of the blood continues unheard
without anonymous skin, and the end of all exploring
is the relentless arrival at an ever novel nowhere...

John O'Donohue
From - Echoes of Memory
Original title of poem: Nowhere

More Reminding Fuel....from Neil Diamond - BE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cuj6P_35vQE
....lyrics in Read More below Afternoon Photos

AFTERNOON
This afternoon we cavorted and photographed with an INSPIRATRICE!!!
Lena Proudlock
you can google for her and find her Instagram )
(https://www.instagram.com/harbourislandlife/?hl=en)
What evidence
we are for
Youthanasia Sanctarii Tropical.
(Wise Youthing Friends of Bill W. - age 71 & 72!)

According to Clarissa Pinkola Estes
an inspiratrice is
“a person who when you are near them
make you feel as though you want to create.
The person has the gift of being an inspiratrice
will fire up other people to not conform but to perform.
To perform the greatest creative deeds in life
according to their soul’s sides.”
from
https://delaneycrawley.wordpress.com/2015/03/01/inspiratrice/
much more in above article

So we look in the mirror with a new kind of vision:
Now I know that I am not inside of this form:
I am that which governs this form;
I am that which moves around in,
and is identified by, this form,
but I am not this form.

I am in the bosom of the Father,
and the Father is in me:
we are both in heaven,
both spiritual.

God the Father and God the Son are one,
and that One remains our eternal spiritual identity,
that part of us which was
never born and can never die.

~Joel S Goldsmith
A PARENTHESIS IN ETERNITY
Chapter 8 - THE MYSTICAL
http://www.iwso.org/thedailylesson.htm

As soon as you feel sad, irritated or in a bad mood, do something about it.
Try your best to extricate yourself from these states of darkness
by lighting the lamps the Creator has placed within you – all kinds of lamps:
large, small, and coloured.
You may ask how you are to go about lighting these lamps.
Very simply, just as you would in your home.
Your home is wired up to electricity from the mains
and when you want to bring some light into the room,
you turn on a switch.
Well, inwardly you possess a similar system,
which could be said to tap into the cosmic mains, in other words God.

In the physical world you have a switch, which you have to turn on;
in the psychic world, all you need is thought to turn on the lights,
and you do this by concentrating on the Lord,
the Light of all Lights,
as you think of lighting lamps in the whole of your being.
But do not stop once some lamps have been lit;
continue and others will come alight too,
until in the end there will be a true illumination.

Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov
https://www.prosveta-usa.com/inner-lamps-lighting-them-from-divine-light_2018-12-14

For the majority of people, happiness is linked to love, and they are right.
Only, if they wait to be loved, they will never be truly happy
because they are relying on things that are too uncertain.
At one time or another they will be loved,
but who knows what will happen at a later time.
Do not rely on the love of others.
When it comes, welcome it, but it is best not to put all your hopes on it.
This is why I tell you that if you want to be happy,
do not ask to be loved.
Instead, make sure you yourself love, night and day.
You may well, one day, receive great love.
Of course, why not?
It may come one day, but do not wait for it.
Let me tell you how you would solve this problem if you are wise:
you would rely only on your own love.
You would love and be happy, happy and free.
Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov
https://www.prosveta-usa.com/happiness-the-condition-for-love_2018-12-15

Read More Below
Poignant Excerpt from Newsletter just in this morning
as we are (or were) grappling with "LIES"

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NEVERBORN/NEVERDIE/NEVERGONE INVISIBLE GRACE "...carried by life itself." "..Word made flesh." November 20, 2018

11/20/2018

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for
More re:
YOUTHANASIA SANCTARII TROPICAL

AH!
REALIZED TRUTH OF BEING
<
REMOVES ALL MATERIAL-MAN VEILS & DECEIT
CLEAR SEEING JUST IS
BE THAT
<
INVISIBLE GRACE PARTS RED SEA SLUDGE
∞
NEVERBORN/NEVERDIE/NEVERGONE ONES
DO NOTHING BeCause
THEY ARE NOTHING ACCORDING TO
MATERIAL MAN’S SIGHT & UNDERSTANDING
ew
4:04 AM-11/20/18

A difficult paradox in the life of feeling
is that when we are most sensitive,
the heart is at its strongest.

When strong enough to endure life's irritations,
the soul we carry can issue a pearl.
If able to endure the pressures that life puts on us,
the heart can be compressed into a small diamond.

The word, diamond,
from the ancient Greek adamas,
means "unbreakable."
When most sensitive,
we're being compressed
into what is unbreakable.

We resist this process of being irritated into a pearl,
of being pressurized into a diamond.
Yet each of us has to feel our way
into the authenticity of a self
from which to meet others and the world,
only to be opened beyond the confines of a single self,
so we can be renewed and vitalized
by what we have in common.

Once open to how everything goes together,
we start to see that
we're shaped and carried by life itself.
~Mark Nepo
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2018/11/19/28488/

Piously we produce our images of you
till they stand around you like a thousand walls.
And when our hearts would simply open,
our fervent hands hide you.
Barrows, Anita. Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God.
https://towardtheone.org/2018/09/12/drowning/

AFTERNOON

In life on earth as it is today,
no reasonable person would deny that money is useful.
But it is only in the material plane
that money is of any use.
In the psychic plane, in the spiritual plane,
you can do no good with money.
There, it is light you need,
light which is fluid gold.

If you love the light,
if you know how to attract it,
you already possess gold
in the spiritual plane.
The richer you are with such gold,
the better you are able to go
to the heavenly shops to ‘buy’
what you cannot find in any other shop:
wisdom, love, truth, infinity, eternity,
and so on.

This is why sages and initiates endeavour
to accumulate as much gold as possible
in the spiritual plane,
and they enrich themselves with
many qualities and virtues,
and subsequently
make others benefit from them.

Earning money is of no great significance to them
– they are preoccupied only
with the minimum they need to live on –
but with their light,
they continue to attract
the gifts of heaven
and distribute them
to those around them.

Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov
https://www.prosveta-usa.com/light-spiritual-gold_2018-11-19

When we are in prayer and feel that stirring
which means that God is on the field,
a healing or an improvement takes place
because nothing can ever stand
in the way of that I — nothing.
We could voice It from now until doomsday,
and nothing would happen,
but if It voices Itself through us,
then It becomes
the Word made flesh.
~Joel S Goldsmith
The Daily Lesson – November 20, 2018
www.iwso.org/thedailylesson.htm

....some of us Realize we Really have no choice
but Full Blown God's Grace....and then WHAP!
.......things start to Happen even
More Magnificent than we could imagine.

Big Smiles..and for me,
if i do NOT wait on such Grace...
(Knowing it's always t/here,
but don't always "wait" for alignment..)
...then things happen even "worse" than i had imagined!
ew/dmm
note to a Neverborn/Neverdie/Nevergone Friend
4:31 AM-11/20/18

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SANCTARII ANNOUNCEMENT Euthanasia<Youthanasia Tropical Sanctarii 11/17B/18 "... transcendent silence." "...Life is not of this-world."

11/17/2018

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See (11/17A/18) OceanSpeak for "history" of
Euthanasia<Youthanasia Tropical Sanctarii
and/or here is the link:
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/sanctarii-of-youthanasia-origins-of-euthanasia-ltyouthansiato-now-tropical-youthanasia-sanctarii-november-17A-2018
See Read More
at end of this post for Sanctarii Details
Inviting you to email ew/dmm for further details
munipaused@gmail.com

AH!
THE NO-SELF REPRIEVE
OF
NOTHING PREVAILS
ew
2:18 AM-11/17/18

Now 55 and once again living in Los Angeles,
where she was born and raised,
Roberts characterizes herself as a
“bag lady”
whose sister and brother-in-law are
“keeping her off the streets.”

“I came into this world with nothing,”
“and I leave with nothing.
But in between I lived fully --
had all the experiences, stretched the limits,
and took one too many chances.”

excerpt from excellent interview
with Bernadette Roberts
https://realization.org/p/bernadette-roberts/bodian.roberts-interview.html

My Life is not of this-world.
Yours is not either…
~Al Denninger
www.iwso.org/thedailylesson.htm

If we tell a person not developed or trained
in spiritual wisdom that God is I, in his unillumined state,
he will think that we are deifying a human being.
This is not true at all.

The human being has to ‘die’
in order that the I which is his true identity
may be revealed in all Its purity, completeness, and fullness.

That I which is God is the I of you,
but it is also the I of me,
for there is only one I,
one Ego.

There is only one divine Life
which I am
and
which you are.

~Joel S Goldsmith
A Parenthesis in Eternity
The Sacred Word - Chapter 7
www.iwso.org/thedailylesson.htm

God's Work is never copyrighted.
Freely ye have received, freely give.
http://www.iwso.org/archives.htm

My true self is transcendent silence.
SANSKRIT MANTRA - Deepak ChopraSan

AFTERNOON

TRANSPARENT, TRANSLUSCENT OR TRANSCENDENT?

Joseph Campbell,
in the introduction to PATHWAYS TO BLISS,
speaks of transcendent energy that comes
from a realm beyond our power of knowledge.

When the energy is blocked,
we are thrown off center.

"So the way to keep from becoming blocked,
is to make yourself.....
.transparent to the transcendent."
http://www.jcf.org/forum/viewtopic.php?t=2282

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.

If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!

If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!

If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed
By the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world
Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted;

If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge
Driven by invisible blows,
The rock will split,
we shall come at the wonder,
we shall find the Hesperides.

-From Song of a Man Who Has Come Through
D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930)
http://www.jcf.org/forum/viewtopic.php?t=2282

When you are alive and conscious,
but no longer self-conscious,
your days of personhood will have ended.
February 27
Solving Yourself: Yuben de Wu Hsin

See Read More Below for
Intro for
Evolving from:
EUTHANASIA to YOUTHANASIA

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SANCTARII OF YOUTHANASIA ORIGINS OF EUTHANASIA <YOUTHANSIA.....TO NOW: TROPICAL YOUTHANASIA SANCTARII.... November 17A, 2018

11/17/2018

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you are invited to e-mail dmm/ew for additional details
munipaused@gmail.com

Evolving from:
EUTHANASIA to YOUTHANASIA
This Concept Clarified during INTENSE "bootcamp for soul"
while being Lived-Co-Creating Intensely
(1999-2004)
on Mother's Beautiful Indiana Farm
and Beautifying it before/during/after
her Final Flight
(she was murdered by USA HealthCare Systems
&
Finally Took Final Flight in DIVINE GRACED GLORY)
becoming
DEAD TO THEIR LIES
unpublished book by dmm/ew
Scribed just after her Final Flight 2000).

dmm/ew lived here (1999-2004) in Barnlot Youthanasia Acres
Mother's Famiy Farm since early 1900's
Hedge Lane1999-2004

(Engraved on Mother's Tombstone)
GOD IS NOT DEAD
MARTHA STANLEY
LANGSTON
JULY 13, 1917
JULY 22, 2000
AND NEITHER AM I
Milton, Indiana Cemetery

Youthanasia Acres Rural Indiana 2004

According to Webster:

EUTHANASIA painless and happy death;
an easy and painless death.
The act or method
of causing death painlessly, so as
to end suffering; advocated
by some as a way
to deal with persons dying
of incurable, painful diseases.

****

According to ew:

YOUTHANASIASpiritual death/rebirth
for those who Know they
have absorbed the agonies
of the
collective conscious/unconscious:
and are literally
debilitating and/or dying
of a seemingly
incurable and painful
“dis-ease”
of the soul!

dmm watching for roosterds on childhood farm 1948

(Below)
This Island Experienced as a
Youthanasia Sanctarii
(& More...)
since first landing February 7, 1987

Early Harbour Island Photos Below
Beginning 1987

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WHEN ONE REMEMBERS FORMLESSNESS PRESIDES "In unbroken meditation." MILESTONE March 27, 3019

BEYOND RESURRECTION "...take a step without feet.” "Stop the words now." COME GENTLY, DEAREST ONE 12/31/18

YOUTHANASIA SANCTARII TSUNAMI OF DIVINE GRACE ANTIDOTE FOR WHAT AVALANCHES "...eternal innocence." "...survivors of solitude..." December 15, 2018

NEVERBORN/NEVERDIE/NEVERGONE INVISIBLE GRACE "...carried by life itself." "..Word made flesh." November 20, 2018

SANCTARII ANNOUNCEMENT Euthanasia<Youthanasia Tropical Sanctarii 11/17B/18 "... transcendent silence." "...Life is not of this-world."

SANCTARII OF YOUTHANASIA ORIGINS OF EUTHANASIA <YOUTHANSIA.....TO NOW: TROPICAL YOUTHANASIA SANCTARII.... November 17A, 2018

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