Rumi
ALL IS THE ONE ETERNAL NOW MOMENT
UNSULLIED BY PAST & FUTURE
=
NAKED IN GRACE
ew
5:24 AM-5/6/19*
*See More re: this “Milestone” Whisper in
Read More
Below Afternoon Photos
..If One is Simply a Transparent Conduit of Divine Grace, the same person has the Opportunity to Experience at least a Scent of his/her God Self.
ew/dmm
*https://science.howstuffworks.com/innovation/everyday-innovations/mirror2.htm
Experiences before/during/after sunrise time on beach were/are too profound to word......
so we leave the photos as Clues and/or Pointers Towards.........
Later...AFTERNOON.....EVEN MORE PROFOUND EXPERIENCES
at REMEMBRANCE ROCK....again, will have to let Photos give Clues/Pointers...can say that this day has been BEYOND the Concept of Resurrection...... am NOW Fulled with the Great Nothing's WORDLESS WORDS & WORDLESS SPEECH.....
However.....for Afternoon Photos/Experiences....
It is Fitting to Offer the EPILOGUE Wordings
from the later edition of
GODSEED: The Alchemy of Primordial Memory
Dorothea M. Mills/elizabeth walker
Published 2016
AFTERNOON
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
INTO THE TRUTH OF YOUR BEING.
IF IT'S MEANT TO BE
IT ALREADY IS
AND ALL OF LIFE
BECOMES
THE ABSOLUTE’S
GENTLE DEJA VU.
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
AS
UNWAVERING COSMIC GRACE
IS AS
THE LIFE OF A MIGRATORY BIRD
JUST AS MAN CANNOT EXPLAIN HOW THE BIRDS DO IT
SO THIS WAY OF BEING IS BEYOND THE TELLING
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WHEN ONE BECOMES BREATH
ONE CANNOT PERCEIVE WHAT ONE IS
AND HAS BECOME THE TOUCHSTONE WITHOUT AWARENESS
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THE RESURRECTED LIFE
INSTANTLY CLEARS ALL CHAOS & CONFUSION
A DISAPPEARANCE INTO UNSPEAKABLE REALMS OF PURE SOURCE
ACTIVATE IN VAST SILENCE
INCREASED BY ANCIENT PHYSICAL MOVEMENTS
ALL IS BEYOND THE WORDING
IN THE TRANSPARENT BEING…
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ONLY THE SOUL’S ORIGINAL IMPRINT OF BEING
DANCES AS RESURRECTION’S EXPRESSION
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A DANCE AND CO-CREATION IN/OF/AS
‘OLDER THAN GOD’*
ew
2:32 AM-7/3/16
*TAO Te Ching #4
Stephen Mitchell Translation
NOW FULLED WITH
BRAND NEW
PRIMORDIAL PURITY AND FIRE
THE CONCEPT/EXPERIENCE OF WAITING DISAPPEARS
THIS AND MORE……
...IS RESURRECTION CONSCIOUSNESS
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JUST IS
NEVERBORN - NEVERDIES
He or she is just soaked with the qualities.”
Rumi
The body goes.
I am freedom.
Free from the need to be free.
Wu Hsin
from the Epilogue of later edition of
GODSEED: The Alchemy of Primordial Memory
Dorothea M. Mills/elizabeth walker
Published 2016
See Read More Below
Notes from pre-Sunrise ....Including the long ago Wording of 'The Hush of Not'
Additional Afternoon Photos...
Including
of a Physical Wounding ...
&
RECURRING & REOCCURRING Matching Symbols on Hand/ & Shells
5:05 AM
Monday, May 6, 2019
Blank, yet “NOT” blank this morning….
a more thorough possession of “The Hush of Not”
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A GREAT & WELCOMED-WELCOMING RELIEVING SILENCE
is slowly, but surely, Wafting
thru and increasingly possessing Consciousness…
..frivolity & capers of so-called “normal” mentality
are no longer foolish luxuries..
…even the most subtle of those
have become murderous, debilitating lies of great deceit to soul…
HOWEVER
there is nothing “personal” remaining
to mind and demean & attempt to hide this condition
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A CELEBRATORY TIME NOW
ALL IS THE ONE ETERNAL NOW MOMENT
UNSULLIED BY PAST & FUTURE
=
NAKED IN GRACE
ew
5:24 AM-5/6/19
See Below for
THE HUSH OF NOT
from
Evil's Tender Kiss
(Unpublished book by dmm/ew)
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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….the “hush of waiting”…..not depression, not dark night of the soul, not life, not death…..just simply not…..
one “sees” and “knows” 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 on wonders if it’s a possession by God or Satan…this is brand new….cannot say that I’m unhappy or disturbed…just quiet and waiting….nothing….Beyond The Silence.
watching others go thru their lives that appear to become 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.
Excerpt
(last page)
from
Evil’s Tender Kiss
ew
Cable Beach Apartment
approx. 1990
Nassau, Bahamas