PRIMEVAL PEACE "The Beautiful Roomate" JULY 8, 2018 "..new book of our existence.." "..makes himself naked.."

A SILENCE PRECEDING SOUND…
…A SILENCE REMAINING
 THRU AND AFTER
ALL MAN-MADE DRAMAS…
∞
AT FIRST AN ECSTASY OF RELIEF
 AND THEN
A PRIMEVAL PEACE  PREVAILS
 BEYOND THE TELLING
∞
AND SO IT IS…
ew
3:00 AM-7/8/18

The below from Chuck Surface Synchronistically found us quite by surprise..
...afternoon July 7, 2018...
(if there is such a concept of "surprise" anymore!)
....just minutes after it was published..
....was NOT consciously looking/searching for it...or anything else...in the least.

This is also a notice to say that OceanSpeaks will discontinue until (or if) further notice at this time...
ew/dmm
4:14 PM 7/7/18
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AND NOW
(predawn 7/8/18)
OCEANSPEAKS ARE CONTINUING...
Above in green font an example of
Letting Go of a"past" Ways & Means of Expression
...ie Daily Island OceanSpeaks since Fall 2012...
ONLY to be RETURNED in/of/as
Increased
TRANSPARENCY'S BAUBO GLORY*
dmm/ew
4:02AM-7/8/18 
*iNNER REMINDER IN CORE ARISES RE:
A BOOK 1ST READ/ABSORBED IN MID-1980'S-TN
The Transparent Self - Sidney Jourard

In the Garden of The Beloved
Chuck Surface
Posted on his FaceBook - 4:12 p.m. 7/7/18

 THE BEAUTIFUL ROOMMATE
How could I ever forget the day I discovered,
The Beloved had returned with me from Heaven,
And against all that the jurists declare,
Had taken up Residence in my Heart.

Since that day, when Grace was made manifest,
It has not been easy for all who inhabit this House,
Most tragically for our roommate, the mind,
For She refuses to speak in his language.

“This is not helpful!” he turned to me, frustrated.

In spite of relentless, desperate enquiries,
She will not reveal to the poor fellow,
In any way comprehensible to intellect,
The Who, What, When, Where, Why of Herself.

“This is not helpful!” he turned to me, overwrought.

And he is not alone in the discord She sows,
For without asking, She has gone through me,
Tossing traditions long reverenced, held dear,
Breaking “beliefs” into tiny pieces, unrecognizable...
Leaving the mess for me to clean up.

When I asked if She might stop for awhile,
Or help, at the least, in cleaning the mess,
The Astounding Confusion left in Her Wake,
She Kissed my Heart, and I Fainted in Ecstasy.

“This is not helpful,” the mind bemoaned.

For reasons that remain a Mystery,
She left a piece of Faith intact upon the mantle,
But when I asked what this Faith could be for,
She Kissed my Heart, and I Fainted in Ecstasy.

“She will not help.” the mind sighed.

When the Light of Her Presence became too great,
I tried to ignore Her, locking myself in my Room,
But found Her there, within myself, as my very Soul,
And overwhelmed by Her Beauty, Fainted in Ecstasy.

“I have no need of help,” I whispered, then Vanished.

Had I foreseen what would befall this House,
How in handing The Beloved the Key to my Heart,
She would Destroy these walls, and all within,
Leaving this Illumined Ruin…

I would have Fainted in Ecstasy.

www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved

https://www.facebook.com/InTheGardenOfTheBeloved/?hc_ref=ARQme-NqLtNtniJQmherSBQhT2Q86FGIhW958UnlkelCAIcfrbOVOC3cPuGqEhrERL4&fref=nf

AFTERNOON

We begin life with the world presenting itself to us as it is.
Someone
- our parents, teachers, analysts -
hypnotizes us to see the world and construe it in the right way.
These others label the world,
attach names and give voices to the beings and events in it,
so that thereafter,
we cannot read the world in any other language
or hear it saying other things to us.

The task is to break the hypnotic spell,
so that we become undeaf, unblind and multilingual,
thereby letting the world speak to us in new voices
and write all its possible meanings
in the new book of our existence.
Be careful in your choice of hypnotists.
-Sidney Jourard
http://www.quoteland.com/author/Sidney-Jourard-Quotes/2131/

The act of writing bears something in common with the act of love.
The writer, at his most productive moments, just flows.
He gives of that which is uniquely himself.
He makes himself naked,
recording his nakedness in the written word.
Herein lies some of the terror
which frequently freezes a writer,
preventing him from producing.

Herein, too, lies some of the courage
that must be entailed in letting others learn
how one has experienced
or is experiencing the world.
Sidney Jourard
The Transparent Self
http://www.sidneyjourard.com/quotes.html

Deep peace resides at the center.
Exursions away from the center are
Excursions away from peace.
Wu Hsin