LIFE BEYOND BELIEF "He couldn't hear the stars singing." "...illusion fled..." "...radiant sky creature..." June 4, 2018

Beginning 5/8/18 we add at the very end of each post...in the order written
... Whispers from Morning Writngs in Ocala, FL  (February-April 2018

ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE
 WHEN UNFETTERED FROM ALL THAT VEILS
ORIGINAL TRUTH OF BEING
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∞
AN ALPHA & OMEGA CONSCIOUSNESS
BEFORE, DURING & BEYOND ALL
THAT CONTAINS NO POSSESSIONS
(OF OR BY ANY “ME”)
TO DETER IMMORTALITY’S TRUTH
=
IMMORTAL ONES’ LIFE BEYOND BELIEF
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4:54 AM-6/4/18

WHAT DO  WHITE BIRDS SAY?
Hafiz

The earth has disappeared
beneath my feet,
Illusion fled from all my ecstasy.

Now like a radiant sky creature
God keeps opening.

God keeps opening
Inside of Me.

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Hafiz
Full poem in Read more Below
Photo and full poem here:
http://nomindsland.blogspot.com/2018/06/hafiz-what-do-white-birds-say.html

When Laurens van der Post one night
In the Kalihari Desert told the Bushmen
He couldn't hear the stars
Singing, they didn't believe him. They looked at him,
Half-smiling. They examined his face
To see whether he was joking
Or deceiving them.

Then two of those small men
Who plant nothing, who have almost
Nothing to hunt, who live
On almost nothing, and with no one
But themselves, led him away
From the crackling thorn-scrub fire
And stood with him under the night sky
And listened.

One of them whispered,
Do you not hear them now?
And van der Post listened, not wanting
To disbelieve, but had to answer,
No.

They walked him slowly
Like a sick man to the small dim
Circle of firelight and told him
They were terribly sorry,
And he felt even sorrier
For himself and blamed his ancestors
For their strange loss of hearing,
Which was his loss now.

On some clear nights
When nearby houses have turned off their televisions,
When the traffic dwindles, when through streets
Are between sirens and the jets overhead
Are between crossings, when the wind
Is hanging fire in the fir trees,

And the long-eared owl in the neighboring grove
Between calls is regarding his own darkness,
I look at the stars again as I first did
To school myself in the names of constellations
And remember my first sense of their terrible distance,

I can still hear what I thought
At the edge of silence where the inside jokes
Of my heartbeat, my arterial traffic,
The C above high C of my inner ear, myself
Tunelessly humming, but now I know what they are:

My fair share of the music of the spheres
And clusters of ripening stars,
Of the songs from the throats of the old gods
Still tending even tone-deaf creatures
Through their exiles in the desert.

–David Wagoner
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2018/03/the-silence-of-stars.html

When we are totally unclothed
- of all the old concepts and fantasies of a life without vulnerability -
love will show us what we are.
When the known crumbles away,
all that remains is this tender heart.
There is nothing more alive than that.
There is nothing more sacred than that.
There is nothing safer than that.
Matt Licata
Full Article here:
A tender not-knowing

If you keep your pride,
your ego,
and your self-significance down,
you will become available to Grace.
Sadhguru
Arrives AFTER morning photos posted...6/4/18

 AFTERNOON

Spontaneous, true action happens naturally
when there is no "you"
checking whether the action conforms
to your own idea
of what's best for you..

Human beings have no independent or autonomous existence
whether they accept the fact or not. 
And whether they like it or not,
they are being helplessly lived within the vast totality
of an imponderably intricate creation
over which
they have absolutely no control.
Ramesh S. Balsekar
The Net of Jewels
June 4

Wu Hsin's stance is that a single instant of understanding
has greater value
than years of practice.

Everything Wu Hsin suggests one think about
is intended to drive one beyond thought.

Leaving behind the false,
one abides in the true.

One's self is nothing in itself
but an address given point to
the organism's continuous interaction
with the environment.
Wu Hsin
Solving Yourself:  Yuben de WuHsin
June 4

LIVE THE MOMENT IN THE ORIGINAL BEING
AKASHA CORE TRUTH OF BEING
ANYTHING DIFFERENT IS REPETITIVE-CAUSTIC
TO ALL ASPECTS OF BEING
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4:21 AM-4/13/18
(Ocala, Fl)

NOTHING MATTERS WHEN ONE HAS LOST ALL
AWARENESS OF THAT WHICH IS NOT REAL
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MINDING-MIND DISAPPEARS
LEAVING ONLY
THAT WHICH IS REAL
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3:00 AM-4/16/18
(Ocala, Fl)

See:
Interesting article re:
The Secret Meaning of the Three Wise Monkyes
   See No Evil - Hear No Evil - Speak No Evil
https://www.richardcassaro.com/the-secret-occult-meaning-of-the-three-wise-monkeys-hidden-by-the-elite-2
Fourth Monkey...DO No Evil
http://vsuete.com/four-wise-monkeys/

Read More Below
Hafiz Poem
Additional Photos

WHAT DO  WHITE BIRDS SAY?
Hafiz

The earth has disappeared beneath my feet,
It fled from all my ecstasy,

Now like a singing air creature
I feel the Rose
Keep opening.

My heart turned to effulgent wings.
When has love not given freedom?
When has adoration not made one free?

A woman broken in tears and sweat
Stands in a field
Watching the sun and me
Trade jokes.

But never would Hafiz laugh
At your blessed labor
Of finding peace.

What do the dancing white birds say
Looking down upon burnt meadows?

All that you think is rain is not.
Behind the veil Hafiz and angels sometimes weep

Because most eyes are rarely glad
And your divine beauty is still too frightened
To unfurl its thousand swaying arms.

The earth has disappeared beneath my feet,
Illusion fled from all my ecstasy.

Now like a radiant sky creature
God keeps opening.

God keeps opening
Inside of Me.
Hafiz

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