*First such CORE SILENCE DAY was 6/17/18....
see that OceanSpeak
& Categories
on right of this page:
...Day of Core Silence
see that OceanSpeak
& Categories
on right of this page:
...Day of Core Silence
5:54 AM At Top of Sand Dunes Path
And with this SILENCE THAT MOVES AND REMOVES ALL MOUNTAINS
THERE IS INNER/OUTER PEACE AGAIN.
THE AKASHA TAO CORE SILENCE
MOVES AND REMOVES ALL
THAT IS NOT REAL…
VANISHES ALL SEEMING HELLS AND MOUNTAINS
OF
EGOIC MATERIAL MAN’S TORTURE & KILLING FIELDS
=
THERE IS INNER/OUTER PEACE AGAIN.
THE AKASHA TAO CORE SILENCE
MOVES AND REMOVES ALL
THAT IS NOT REAL…
VANISHES ALL SEEMING HELLS AND MOUNTAINS
OF
EGOIC MATERIAL MAN’S TORTURE & KILLING FIELDS
=
Remembrance Rock
SWEET PEACE THAT PASSETH EARTHLY UNDERSTANDING
AS ORIGINAL ONES
SEQUESTER AND SOURCE
IN THE GREAT SILENCE OF TRUTH OF BEING
<
AS ORIGINAL ONES
SEQUESTER AND SOURCE
IN THE GREAT SILENCE OF TRUTH OF BEING
<
SYNCHRONICITIES IN ALL REALMS
CONTINUOUSLY MANIFEST
CREATING
WORLDS AND EVENTS
BEYOND ALL BELIEFS
WITHOUT ANY I DO’S ADOS.
&
ALL IS REAL LIFE
<
CONTINUOUSLY MANIFEST
CREATING
WORLDS AND EVENTS
BEYOND ALL BELIEFS
WITHOUT ANY I DO’S ADOS.
&
ALL IS REAL LIFE
<
A GENTLE DEJA VU
OF
BAUBO GLORY
ew
4:31 AM-6/26/18
Truth is within ourselves.
There is an inmost center in us all,
Where the Truth abides in fullness; and to know
Rather consists in opening out a way
Whence the imprisoned splendor may escape
Than in effecting entry for a light
Supposed to be without.
~ Robert Browning
There is an inmost center in us all,
Where the Truth abides in fullness; and to know
Rather consists in opening out a way
Whence the imprisoned splendor may escape
Than in effecting entry for a light
Supposed to be without.
~ Robert Browning
Our imprisoned Splendor
is always within reach and ready to be Recognized.
Stop.
Go within and Let It show you It’s Omnipresent Love…
And, how you too
can Be Love Loving.
~Al Denninger
June 25th, 2018
http://www.iwso.org/thedailylesson.htm
is always within reach and ready to be Recognized.
Stop.
Go within and Let It show you It’s Omnipresent Love…
And, how you too
can Be Love Loving.
~Al Denninger
June 25th, 2018
http://www.iwso.org/thedailylesson.htm
LOVE IS THE ONLY FREEDOM IN THE WORLD
BECAUSE IT SO ELEVATES THE SPIRIT
THAT THE LAWS OF HUMANITY AND THE PHENOMENA OF NATURE
DO NOT ALTER ITS COURSE.
K. Gibran
BECAUSE IT SO ELEVATES THE SPIRIT
THAT THE LAWS OF HUMANITY AND THE PHENOMENA OF NATURE
DO NOT ALTER ITS COURSE.
K. Gibran
AFTERNOON
The below automatically Happens during Times
we are in/of/as Akasha TAO Core SILENCE
dmm
It is not attention to lack of wellness that makes you sick.
It is attention to the lack of many things…
Chronic attention to unwanted things
holds you in a place of disallowing
your physical well-being,
as well as disallowing the solutions
to other things you are focused upon.
we are in/of/as Akasha TAO Core SILENCE
dmm
It is not attention to lack of wellness that makes you sick.
It is attention to the lack of many things…
Chronic attention to unwanted things
holds you in a place of disallowing
your physical well-being,
as well as disallowing the solutions
to other things you are focused upon.
If you would focus your attention upon the experience of physical well-being
as much as you focus upon the absence of it,
not only would your recovery come quickly,
but maintaining
your physical well-being and balance
would also be easy.
Excerpted from Money and the Law of Attraction on 8/31/08
Esther (Abraham and Jerry)
as much as you focus upon the absence of it,
not only would your recovery come quickly,
but maintaining
your physical well-being and balance
would also be easy.
Excerpted from Money and the Law of Attraction on 8/31/08
Esther (Abraham and Jerry)
See Read More Below for Much More
Notes and Photos
and
Full Version of
The Rekindling of Splendour
Notes and Photos
and
Full Version of
The Rekindling of Splendour
And with this SILENCE THAT MOVES AND REMOVES ALL MOUNTAINS
THERE IS INNER/OUTER PEACE AGAIN.
THE AKASHA TAO CORE SILENCE
MOVES AND REMOVES ALL
THAT IS NOT REAL…
VANISHES ALL SEEMING HELLS AND MOUNTAINS
OF
EGOIC MATERIAL MAN’S TORTURE & KILLING FIELDS
=
SWEET PEACE THAT PASSETH EARTHLY UNDERSTANDING
AS ORIGINAL ONES
SEQUESTER AND SOURCE
IN THE GREAT SILENCE OF TRUTH OF BEING
<
SYNCHRONICITIES IN ALL REALMS
CONTINUOUSLY MANIFEST
CREATING
WORLDS AND EVENTS
BEYOND ALL BELIEFS
WITHOUT ANY I DO’S ADOS.
&
ALL IS REAL LIFE
<
A GENTLE DEJA VU
OF
BAUBO GLORY
ew
4:31 AM-6/26/18
THERE IS INNER/OUTER PEACE AGAIN.
THE AKASHA TAO CORE SILENCE
MOVES AND REMOVES ALL
THAT IS NOT REAL…
VANISHES ALL SEEMING HELLS AND MOUNTAINS
OF
EGOIC MATERIAL MAN’S TORTURE & KILLING FIELDS
=
SWEET PEACE THAT PASSETH EARTHLY UNDERSTANDING
AS ORIGINAL ONES
SEQUESTER AND SOURCE
IN THE GREAT SILENCE OF TRUTH OF BEING
<
SYNCHRONICITIES IN ALL REALMS
CONTINUOUSLY MANIFEST
CREATING
WORLDS AND EVENTS
BEYOND ALL BELIEFS
WITHOUT ANY I DO’S ADOS.
&
ALL IS REAL LIFE
<
A GENTLE DEJA VU
OF
BAUBO GLORY
ew
4:31 AM-6/26/18
(this POST SUNRISE
Tuesday, June 26, 2018
6:54 AM
THE THUNDER OF SILENCE
(this is also a book title by Joel Goldsmith..
.EXCELLENT Book for/with me yrs ago and also NOW)
Just returned from sunrise:
almost the entire time... Auspicious Synchronicity with Thunder
from behind the clouds….and every now and then flashes of lightning that appeared/disappeared in seemingly the same moment...
...and direct sunlight/ball only Showing for a few minutes.
The Reverberation of Thunder, however,
from within the clouds,
mostly Constant.
Find the same sponge ball
....that had been much further south a few days before,
(and marked self-timer camera shots that day)....
resting near Remembrance Rock this morning
where tides were ending on sand.
Tuesday, June 26, 2018
6:54 AM
THE THUNDER OF SILENCE
(this is also a book title by Joel Goldsmith..
.EXCELLENT Book for/with me yrs ago and also NOW)
Just returned from sunrise:
almost the entire time... Auspicious Synchronicity with Thunder
from behind the clouds….and every now and then flashes of lightning that appeared/disappeared in seemingly the same moment...
...and direct sunlight/ball only Showing for a few minutes.
The Reverberation of Thunder, however,
from within the clouds,
mostly Constant.
Find the same sponge ball
....that had been much further south a few days before,
(and marked self-timer camera shots that day)....
resting near Remembrance Rock this morning
where tides were ending on sand.
Also See:
Abraham"s Floating Cork
(below)
HAD ALREADY DECLARED THIS DAY TO BE A DAY OF SILENCE….
SO OBVIOUS THAT TALKING IS A DISASTER,
ONLY PROMOTING AND ESCALATING
ALL THE DEBRIS AND VEILS
THAT HAVE NO TRUTH OF BEING FOR/WITH THIS SOUL…
…and SO IT IS….the sunrise atmosphere coincides with the
AMAZING GRACE of THE THUNDER OF SILENCE
Stop talking and thinking and there’s Nothing you cannot Know
Hsin Hsin Book of Nothing
See this wonderful presentation by OSHO here:
https://www.oshorajneesh.com/download/osho-books/zen/Hsin_Hsin_Ming_The_Book_of_Nothing.pdf
dmm
Abraham"s Floating Cork
(below)
HAD ALREADY DECLARED THIS DAY TO BE A DAY OF SILENCE….
SO OBVIOUS THAT TALKING IS A DISASTER,
ONLY PROMOTING AND ESCALATING
ALL THE DEBRIS AND VEILS
THAT HAVE NO TRUTH OF BEING FOR/WITH THIS SOUL…
…and SO IT IS….the sunrise atmosphere coincides with the
AMAZING GRACE of THE THUNDER OF SILENCE
Stop talking and thinking and there’s Nothing you cannot Know
Hsin Hsin Book of Nothing
See this wonderful presentation by OSHO here:
https://www.oshorajneesh.com/download/osho-books/zen/Hsin_Hsin_Ming_The_Book_of_Nothing.pdf
dmm
Abraham's FLOATING CORK
Let Your Cork Float
Imagine a cork floating on a body of water, and this cork is up there bobbing on the surface. And, for the sake of our analogy, know that up here on the surface the high, Pure vibration. This is the vibration of your Source. This is who you really are. Now take hold of that cork and hold it under the water as you focus upon something unwanted or - you doubt or as you doubt of disbelieve, or as you beat up on yourself or someone else... Now, as this cork is under water because of your attention to something that is not up to speed with it, now let go of it. Take your attention from whatever has caused the cork to come under the water. And what happens to the cork when you let go of it? It bobs right back up to the surface. And the reason that we want, very much, for you to hear this important analogy is because we want you to know that that is where your vibration would naturally be if you were not giving your attention to something that was vibrationally different. We want you to understand that you don't have to work hard at the higher vibration. You don't have to work at all at the higher vibration. You only have to no longer give your attention to those things that hold your cork under the water.
scroll about half-way down on this page:
https://www.quantumbalancing.com/abraham.htm
Let Your Cork Float
Imagine a cork floating on a body of water, and this cork is up there bobbing on the surface. And, for the sake of our analogy, know that up here on the surface the high, Pure vibration. This is the vibration of your Source. This is who you really are. Now take hold of that cork and hold it under the water as you focus upon something unwanted or - you doubt or as you doubt of disbelieve, or as you beat up on yourself or someone else... Now, as this cork is under water because of your attention to something that is not up to speed with it, now let go of it. Take your attention from whatever has caused the cork to come under the water. And what happens to the cork when you let go of it? It bobs right back up to the surface. And the reason that we want, very much, for you to hear this important analogy is because we want you to know that that is where your vibration would naturally be if you were not giving your attention to something that was vibrationally different. We want you to understand that you don't have to work hard at the higher vibration. You don't have to work at all at the higher vibration. You only have to no longer give your attention to those things that hold your cork under the water.
scroll about half-way down on this page:
https://www.quantumbalancing.com/abraham.htm
THE REKINDLING OF SPLENDOUR
“The wildness in the human soul is really the only splendour, an echo of God.
Some might call it freedom.”
Taylor Caldwell
You touched that wildness deep within today, my Beloved….only God has been able to embrace that fully…that’s a wildness no human has touched as you do.
What would happen if you tamed that deep within me?”
dmm/ew
(the above Found us many years ago-presently have no idea of the actual year
but perhaps prior to Bahamas? or maybe not....?
today, this present Eternal Moment--post sunrise
7:24 AM-6/26/18
the above Sense seems to have been with me since before forever)
**************************
From
Like Water for Chocolate
Laura Esquirel
The doctor placed a small amount of phosphorus in a tube that was closed at one end and full of mercury. He melted the phosphorus by holding the tube over the flame of a candle. Then, using a small bell jar containing oxygen, he transferred the gas to the jar, very, very slowly. When the oxygen reached the top of the jar, where it encountered the melted phosphorus, an explosion occurred, brilliant, instantaneous, like a flash of lightening.
“As you see, within our bodies each of us has the elements needed to produce phosphorus. And let me tell you something I’ve never told a soul. My grandmother had a very interesting theory; she said that each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can’t strike them all by ourselves; just as in the experiment, we need oxygen and a candle to help. In this case, the oxygen, for example, would come from the breath of the person you love. The candle could be any kind of food, music, caress, word, or sound that engenders the explosion that lights one of the matches.
For a moment we are dazzled by an intense emotion. A pleasant warmth grows within us, fading slowly as time goes by, until a new explosion comes along to revive it. Each person has to discover what will set off those explosions in order to live, since the combustion that occurs when one of them is ignited is what nourishes the soul That fire, in short, is its food. If one doesn’t find out in time what will set off these explosions, the box of matches dampens, and not a single match will ever be lighted.
If that happens, the soul flees from the body and goes to wander among the deepest shades, trying in vain to find food to nourish itself, unaware that only the body it left behind, cold and defenseless, is capable of providing that food.”
How true these words were! Nobody knew it better than she. Unfortunately, she had to admit that her own matches were damp and moldy. No one would ever be able to light another one again. And the saddest thing was that she knew what set off her explosions, but each time she had managed to light a match, it had persistently been blown out.
“That’s why it’s important to keep your distance from people who have frigid breath. Just their presence can put out the most intense fire, with results we’re familiar with. If we stay a good distance away from those people, it’s easier to protect ourselves from being extinguished. There are many way to dry out a box of damp matches, but you can be sure, there is a cure.”
“You must of course take care to light the matches one at a time. If a powerful emotion should ignite them all at once they would produce a splendour so dazzling that it would illuminate far beyond what we can normally see; and then a brilliant tunnel would appear before our eyes, revealing the path we forgot the moment we were born, and summoning us to regain the divine origin we had lost. The soul ever longs to return to the place from which it came, leaving the body lifeless………”
(Years later when the two Beloveds can at last totally join)
Pedro place Tita on the bed and slowly removed her clothing, piece by piece. After caressing each other, gazing at each other with infinite passion, they released the passion that had been contained for so many years. Tita was experiencing a climax so intense that her closed eyes glowed, and a brilliant tunnel appeared before her.
She didn’t want to die. She wanted to explore these emotions many more times. This was just the beginning.
She tried to still her breathing, and only then did she hear the flutter of the wings of the last doves as they flew off. Apart from that sound she heard only their hearts beating fiercely. She could feel Pedro’s heart pounding against her chest. Suddenly the pounding ceased. A mortal silence spread through the room. It took her but a moment to realize that Pedro was dead.
With Pedro died the possibility of ever again lighting her inner fire, with him went all the candles. She knew that the natural heat that she was now feeling would cool little by little, consuming itself as rapidly as if it lacked fuel to maintain itself.
Surely Pedro had died at the moment of ecstasy when he entered the luminous tunnel. She regretted not having done the same. Now it would never again be possible to see that light, because she could no longer feel anything. She would but wander through the shadows for eternity, alone, all alone. She would have to find some way, even if it was an artificial one, of striking a fire that would light the way back to her origin and to Pedro. But first she had to thaw the freezing chill that was beginning to paralyze her. She got up and went running to the enormous bedspread that she had woven through night after night of solitude and insomnia, and she threw it over her. She pulled from her bureau drawer a box of candles. She needed to have plenty of fuel in her body. She began to eat the candles out of the box one by one.
As she chewed each candle she pressed her eyes shut and tried to reproduce the most moving memories of her and Pedro. The first time she saw him, the first time their hands touched, the first bouquet of roses, the first kiss, the first caress, the first time they made love. In this she was successful; when the candle she chewed made contact with the torrid images she evoked, the candle began to burn. Little by little her vision began to brighten until the tunnel again appeared before her eyes. There at its entrance was the luminous figure of Pedro waiting for her. Tita did not hesitate. She let herself go to the encounter, and they wrapped each other in a long embrace; again experiencing an amorous climax, they left together for the lost Eden. Never again would they be apart.
At that moment the fiery bodies of Pedro and Tita began to throw off glowing sparks. They set on fire the bedspread, which ignited the entire ranch. The animals had fled just in time to save themselves from the inferno! The dark room was transformed into an erupting volcano. It cast stone and ash in every direction. When the stones reached high enough, they exploded into multicolored lights. From miles away, people in neighboring towns watched the spectacle…thinking it was fireworks celebrating the wedding of Alex and Experanza. But when the fires continued for a week, they came to get a closer look.
A layer of ash several yards high covered the entire ranch. They say that under those ashes every kind of life flourished, making the land the most fertile in the region.
***************
LOVE IS THE ONLY FREEDOM IN THE WORLD
BECAUSE IT SO ELEVATES THE SPIRIT
THAT THE LAWS OF HUMANITY AND THE PHENOMENA OF NATURE
DO NOT ALTER ITS COURSE.
K. Gibran
“The wildness in the human soul is really the only splendour, an echo of God.
Some might call it freedom.”
Taylor Caldwell
You touched that wildness deep within today, my Beloved….only God has been able to embrace that fully…that’s a wildness no human has touched as you do.
What would happen if you tamed that deep within me?”
dmm/ew
(the above Found us many years ago-presently have no idea of the actual year
but perhaps prior to Bahamas? or maybe not....?
today, this present Eternal Moment--post sunrise
7:24 AM-6/26/18
the above Sense seems to have been with me since before forever)
**************************
From
Like Water for Chocolate
Laura Esquirel
The doctor placed a small amount of phosphorus in a tube that was closed at one end and full of mercury. He melted the phosphorus by holding the tube over the flame of a candle. Then, using a small bell jar containing oxygen, he transferred the gas to the jar, very, very slowly. When the oxygen reached the top of the jar, where it encountered the melted phosphorus, an explosion occurred, brilliant, instantaneous, like a flash of lightening.
“As you see, within our bodies each of us has the elements needed to produce phosphorus. And let me tell you something I’ve never told a soul. My grandmother had a very interesting theory; she said that each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can’t strike them all by ourselves; just as in the experiment, we need oxygen and a candle to help. In this case, the oxygen, for example, would come from the breath of the person you love. The candle could be any kind of food, music, caress, word, or sound that engenders the explosion that lights one of the matches.
For a moment we are dazzled by an intense emotion. A pleasant warmth grows within us, fading slowly as time goes by, until a new explosion comes along to revive it. Each person has to discover what will set off those explosions in order to live, since the combustion that occurs when one of them is ignited is what nourishes the soul That fire, in short, is its food. If one doesn’t find out in time what will set off these explosions, the box of matches dampens, and not a single match will ever be lighted.
If that happens, the soul flees from the body and goes to wander among the deepest shades, trying in vain to find food to nourish itself, unaware that only the body it left behind, cold and defenseless, is capable of providing that food.”
How true these words were! Nobody knew it better than she. Unfortunately, she had to admit that her own matches were damp and moldy. No one would ever be able to light another one again. And the saddest thing was that she knew what set off her explosions, but each time she had managed to light a match, it had persistently been blown out.
“That’s why it’s important to keep your distance from people who have frigid breath. Just their presence can put out the most intense fire, with results we’re familiar with. If we stay a good distance away from those people, it’s easier to protect ourselves from being extinguished. There are many way to dry out a box of damp matches, but you can be sure, there is a cure.”
“You must of course take care to light the matches one at a time. If a powerful emotion should ignite them all at once they would produce a splendour so dazzling that it would illuminate far beyond what we can normally see; and then a brilliant tunnel would appear before our eyes, revealing the path we forgot the moment we were born, and summoning us to regain the divine origin we had lost. The soul ever longs to return to the place from which it came, leaving the body lifeless………”
(Years later when the two Beloveds can at last totally join)
Pedro place Tita on the bed and slowly removed her clothing, piece by piece. After caressing each other, gazing at each other with infinite passion, they released the passion that had been contained for so many years. Tita was experiencing a climax so intense that her closed eyes glowed, and a brilliant tunnel appeared before her.
She didn’t want to die. She wanted to explore these emotions many more times. This was just the beginning.
She tried to still her breathing, and only then did she hear the flutter of the wings of the last doves as they flew off. Apart from that sound she heard only their hearts beating fiercely. She could feel Pedro’s heart pounding against her chest. Suddenly the pounding ceased. A mortal silence spread through the room. It took her but a moment to realize that Pedro was dead.
With Pedro died the possibility of ever again lighting her inner fire, with him went all the candles. She knew that the natural heat that she was now feeling would cool little by little, consuming itself as rapidly as if it lacked fuel to maintain itself.
Surely Pedro had died at the moment of ecstasy when he entered the luminous tunnel. She regretted not having done the same. Now it would never again be possible to see that light, because she could no longer feel anything. She would but wander through the shadows for eternity, alone, all alone. She would have to find some way, even if it was an artificial one, of striking a fire that would light the way back to her origin and to Pedro. But first she had to thaw the freezing chill that was beginning to paralyze her. She got up and went running to the enormous bedspread that she had woven through night after night of solitude and insomnia, and she threw it over her. She pulled from her bureau drawer a box of candles. She needed to have plenty of fuel in her body. She began to eat the candles out of the box one by one.
As she chewed each candle she pressed her eyes shut and tried to reproduce the most moving memories of her and Pedro. The first time she saw him, the first time their hands touched, the first bouquet of roses, the first kiss, the first caress, the first time they made love. In this she was successful; when the candle she chewed made contact with the torrid images she evoked, the candle began to burn. Little by little her vision began to brighten until the tunnel again appeared before her eyes. There at its entrance was the luminous figure of Pedro waiting for her. Tita did not hesitate. She let herself go to the encounter, and they wrapped each other in a long embrace; again experiencing an amorous climax, they left together for the lost Eden. Never again would they be apart.
At that moment the fiery bodies of Pedro and Tita began to throw off glowing sparks. They set on fire the bedspread, which ignited the entire ranch. The animals had fled just in time to save themselves from the inferno! The dark room was transformed into an erupting volcano. It cast stone and ash in every direction. When the stones reached high enough, they exploded into multicolored lights. From miles away, people in neighboring towns watched the spectacle…thinking it was fireworks celebrating the wedding of Alex and Experanza. But when the fires continued for a week, they came to get a closer look.
A layer of ash several yards high covered the entire ranch. They say that under those ashes every kind of life flourished, making the land the most fertile in the region.
***************
LOVE IS THE ONLY FREEDOM IN THE WORLD
BECAUSE IT SO ELEVATES THE SPIRIT
THAT THE LAWS OF HUMANITY AND THE PHENOMENA OF NATURE
DO NOT ALTER ITS COURSE.
K. Gibran
Excerpt from note from dmm/ew
to another Original One
June 24, 2018
5:17 AM
way out of sync with you via e-mails...not only you but the few others i am more or less "regular" with...
>
> but NOT NOT NOT out of sync with y/our souls! That Sense is SO Pervasive.
>
> and get this...it often "seems to me" that i've tangibly e-mailed and/or tangibly received an e-mail from you and those few others....and NO-WHERE to be found in gmail Sent and In files!!!! Big Joke....because it's already NOW-HERE via soul's Quantum and Beyond "Techno"....when Realizing that, have ceased draining so much energy re: that issue!
>
> Duh! what a Realization to apply to all of life....in fact explaining anymore than we point towards on the OceanSpeaks....seems way too heavy now, too.
> Once we can "final" post each day, feels like huge, Authentic SharingGiving Birth to whatever... and it's "out there"...as though a One even needs a website post! Graceopathy Overflow is Superceding all techno!!!!
>
> Anyway, wanted to at least write this much this morning to you via this method. VAST changes still Happening here...VITAL i stay in Truth of Being and mostly with mind and mouth SHUT! PURELY SILENT So Comfortable then..and the take-over of Divine Empowerment Supercedes any "I" or "me" or "them"....
>
> duh! again...NOT a "new" Understanding, just getting more and more fine tuned and polished....no choice, you can trust that....
>
> anyway...trust all your physical doing weller than well or soon to be and that whatever YOU KNOW to do....or whatever is Happening with You is experienced as Absolute's Perfecting-Perfection that Really Already Is.
to another Original One
June 24, 2018
5:17 AM
way out of sync with you via e-mails...not only you but the few others i am more or less "regular" with...
>
> but NOT NOT NOT out of sync with y/our souls! That Sense is SO Pervasive.
>
> and get this...it often "seems to me" that i've tangibly e-mailed and/or tangibly received an e-mail from you and those few others....and NO-WHERE to be found in gmail Sent and In files!!!! Big Joke....because it's already NOW-HERE via soul's Quantum and Beyond "Techno"....when Realizing that, have ceased draining so much energy re: that issue!
>
> Duh! what a Realization to apply to all of life....in fact explaining anymore than we point towards on the OceanSpeaks....seems way too heavy now, too.
> Once we can "final" post each day, feels like huge, Authentic SharingGiving Birth to whatever... and it's "out there"...as though a One even needs a website post! Graceopathy Overflow is Superceding all techno!!!!
>
> Anyway, wanted to at least write this much this morning to you via this method. VAST changes still Happening here...VITAL i stay in Truth of Being and mostly with mind and mouth SHUT! PURELY SILENT So Comfortable then..and the take-over of Divine Empowerment Supercedes any "I" or "me" or "them"....
>
> duh! again...NOT a "new" Understanding, just getting more and more fine tuned and polished....no choice, you can trust that....
>
> anyway...trust all your physical doing weller than well or soon to be and that whatever YOU KNOW to do....or whatever is Happening with You is experienced as Absolute's Perfecting-Perfection that Really Already Is.
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