WITHOUT INTERFERENCE VIA
CLARITY OF MORTALITY’S
ALL OF LIFE IS A GENTLE DÉJÀ VU
WITHOUT KILLING FIELDS’ BURIAL ATTACHMENTS
FROM ANY DIMENSION
IS THIS FINAL ERASURE OF ALL
THAT CAN BE TRANSLATED
GRACEOPATHY’S “ALONE WITH THE ALONE”
WHICH IS ALL – TRANSLATED**
*Google for: hush of not oceanspeak
for several OceanSpeaks with “Hush of Not” here is one of them:
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Below Afternoon Photos
**Transfiguration should not be confused with translation of the body, though both possibly affect the body in similar ways. Transfiguration describes a momentary change, whereas translated beings experience a long-term change that ends only when they pass from mortality to immortality
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
is SO similar to what we experience with Mother Ocean
and Natural Habitats on this island.)
not wanting to crack a twig, to crush or disturb anything in the least --
for there is such a sense of stillness and peace
that the wrong sort of movement, even one’s very presence,
might be felt as an intrusion…
but “beauty” is too simple a word,
for being here is not just an esthetic experience,
but one steeped with mystery, and awe.
The primeval, the sublime, are much better words here --
for they indicate realms remote from the moral or the human,
realms which force us to gaze into immense vistas of space and time,
where the beginnings and originations of all things lie hidden.
it seemed as if my senses were actually enlarging,
as if a new sense, a time sense, was opening within me,
something which might allow me to appreciate millennia or eons
as directly as I had experienced seconds or minutes.
Seeing these volcanic islands and coral atolls,
and wandering, above all, through this cycad forest on Rota,
has given me an intimate feeling of the antiquity of the earth,
and the slow, continuous processes
by which different forms of life evolve and come into being.
I feel a profound sense of being at home,
a sort of companionship with the earth.
You’ve just got to start beating the drums of truth the way you want it to be –
and when you do, you will immediately feel good.
And there are those who might say,
“Oh, you’re not facing the fact.”
And we say,
we would never face any fact that was
taking us to a place
we don’t want to be.
more and more desperate.
We are here to tell you that the world is getting
better and better, and better,
and that every experience you have
causes you to launch rockets of desires,
and Source comes
in response to those rockets.
is that the resistant ones die and the allowing ones are born.
that keeps you launching new and new desires,
it’s no wonder that the Universe is expanding in this marvelous way
and that life is getting better, in every day
– and in this moment –
who insists on focusing there.
Esther (Abraham and Jerry)
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"The Hush of Not"
"It" couldn't even be named depletion...it's not a turbulent hell or chaos....
just a VERY deadly quiet...
no nothing, only Nothing
the "hush of waiting"
not dark night of the soul,
just Simply not.
One "Sees" and "Knows<Unknowing" too much
nothing "human" seems to make a difference
because of the quiet
one has to wonder if the soul has been totally possessed
and then one wonders
if it's a possession by God or Satan
this is brand new
cannot say that this is unhappiness or disturbance
just quiet and waiting
Beyond The Silence
watching others go thru their lives
that appear to become more and more desperate and unhappy
as their material illusions
crumple around them
the only realities they've known
their souls seem to silently wail and cry to mine
Because they cannot hear their own souls
they are unable to perceive the Silent, Invisible decibels
that Respond from this soul
There is no clue that "Something" is taking place at the necessary depth...
but even that perception cannot, and must not, be trusted.
There is no sense of anything personal or so-called human
Only intense Compassion and Love
but am helpless to make a difference
on any level they Recognize.
Evil's Tender Kiss
Above Shared Here:
Can Google for more:
hush of not oceanspeak