MORTALITY’S IMMORTALITY HUSH OF NOT "...walking softly..." "...come into the peace of wild things..." July 23, 2017

6:12 AM

GOOD ORDERLY DIRECTION
SUFFICES
WITHOUT INTERFERENCE VIA
MAN-MADE BELIEFS
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CLARITY OF MORTALITY’S
IMMORTALITY
&
ALL OF LIFE IS A GENTLE DÉJÀ VU
WITHOUT KILLING FIELDS’ BURIAL ATTACHMENTS
FROM ANY DIMENSION
∞

6:12 AM

THE FORMER HUSH OF NOT*
 IS THIS FINAL ERASURE OF ALL
THAT CAN BE TRANSLATED
=
GRACEOPATHY’S  “ALONE WITH THE ALONE”
WHICH IS ALL – TRANSLATED**
 BEFORE/DURING/BEYOND FOREVER
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5:36 AM-7/23/18
*Google for:   hush of not oceanspeak
for several OceanSpeaks with “Hush of Not”  here is one of them:
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-and-more/creator-and-creation-as-a-co-creating-one-ones-sunriseafternoon-february-28-2014
and/or
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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
 http://eom.byu.edu/index.php/Transfiguration

When despair grows in me
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.

I come into the peace of wild things
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.
~Wendell Berry
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2018/07/23/27764/

(The below in green font, though written re: a forest....
is SO similar to what we experience with Mother Ocean
and Natural Habitats on this island.)
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I find myself walking softly on the rich undergrowth beneath the trees,
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…

The beauty of the forest is extraordinary --
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.

Now, as I wandered in the cycad forest on Rota,
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.

The sense of deep time brings a deep peace with it, a detachment from the timescale, the urgencies, of daily life.
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.

Standing here in the jungle, I feel part of a larger, calmer identity;
I feel a profound sense of being at home,
a sort of companionship with the earth.
~Oliver Sacks
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2018/07/23/27764/

AFTERNOON

How do you ever get the truth to be more the way you want it to be?
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.

There are those who believe that the world is getting
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.

And the best thing about your birth and death
is that the resistant ones die and the allowing ones are born.

And with this combination of contrast
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 –
for everyone
who insists on focusing there.

Esther (Abraham and Jerry)
http://abrahamquotes.com/2018/07/daily-quote-july-23-2018/

See
Read More Below
"The Hush of Not"
Additional Photos

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  depression
not dark night of the soul,
not life
not death

just Simply not.



One "Sees" and "Knows<Unknowing" too much

nothing  "human" seems to make a difference
and yet
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
....nothing....
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.

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Excerpt/Epilogue
from
Evil's Tender Kiss
1991

Above Shared Here:
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-and-more/creator-and-creation-as-a-co-creating-one-ones-sunriseafternoon-february-28-2014

Can Google for more:
hush of not oceanspeak