I cannot do. I cannot not do. Amaya does what she does. She fascinates me. She has no control over what she does or doesn’t do. She isn’t doing her life — This Is. Amaya is the illusion of a somebody. This illusion allows for the playing of the game: no gamepiece, no movement around …
Category Archives: illusion
WHO ARE YOU? Who cares? Who are you anyway? Thoughts don’t think. Emotions don’t feel. Sensations don’t hurt, don’t heal. Who hurts?Who suffers?Who believes anything? Isn’t it simply another thought that says, I thought that? Isn’t it just one more thought that takes an emotion and makes it into something other than a passing fancy …
Landslide
My friend Anrael wrote this of my last post, God and the Dark One: “There’s a shift pointed to in this writing that works it’s way through the entire system, including organs, bones, nervous system and brain functioning. A different implicit understanding of Isness inhabits the body system by system and cell by cell…gets lived …
God and the Dark One
Rand: I’m going to kill the Dark One. I’m not just going to seal up the Dark One, I’m going to end him. Moiraine: The dark one is beyond killing.Rand: I think I can do it …Moiraine: The Dark One is part of the Wheel.Rand: No. The Dark One is outside the Pattern, not part of …
Source Code Genesis II
In October of 2013 I wrote a post called Source Code Genesis. (linked below) It represented a considerable breakthrough in my thinking at the time, helping me see how physical injuries are prolonged, solidified in the 3D. I discovered a process whereby I stepped back and back and back — one step at a time …
The Quest
(Update below) What impacts the types of thoughts that arise in what passes for personal awareness? I’ve been looking closely because I’ve noticed that lately — perhaps always but more so lately — those thoughts left unexamined, manifest rather quickly. Read that as instantly. I’m not talking about thoughts I drum up, thoughts I consciously …
Playground of Experiencing
I write because I write. The urge arises and writing commences. There is no need or desire to convince, not even belief that there is something to say of importance. Rarely is there a sense of where the writing is headed, what message it will portray. The words are not accompanied by hope to change …
Powerful or Powerless?
We don’t easily accept the reality of no free will. I’ve always known it was true although I didn’t quite understand how it could be. Observing my life, it sure looked like I had it, at the very least on occasion, but something within kept saying no even to that compromise. The idea of no …
A Subtle Difference
A smooth surface can be illusory. It is quite natural to mistake the stillness of the ocean as the end of life’s turbulence and its unsettled, heart piercing manifestation. It is also quite natural to encounter the messiness of life bubbling up from the ocean’s depths regardless of how enlightened one is. We may be …
Sleepy Time
How’s your sleep? Do you fall easily into the void at bedtime? Do you lay your head on the pillow and go out like a light? Can you enter into the Now so completely that nothing of this world remains? Or is it a little bit tougher for you? My body hasn’t quite caught up …
Remembrance
It does seem like humanity is waking up from the trance. At least, at times it does. 2020 has been a painful timeout for our world. Sometimes it feels like the trance is deeper, thicker, stickier. These are rugged times, not for wimps for sure. They are without doubt honing us in ways unimaginable, taking …
Hiding in Plain Sight
I love movies, especially sci-fi, although lately I’ve been enjoying a wide variety of films. Subtitled films are some of the best. They keep me so wrapped up in the words and visuals I easily space that I am watching a movie. I am instantly transported to Korea during the Joseon Dynasty, or I find …
The Bodhi Tree
Last night I was graced with crystal clear seeing of the twisted lie that is the separate self. It, as usual, came on the heels of hell night. Yesterday started with a big bang – a body shock that set my world reeling. It was not the device implanted in my chest. It was …
Row, Row, Row Your Boat
Row, row, row your boat,gently down the stream,merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,life is but a dream. The children’s song was attributed to Eliphalet Oram Lyte long, long ago, back in 1881. Do you suppose he actually knew the truth of that which he wrote? How many times did I hear that song, did I sing that …
Enlightenment
Who is it but the errant one, the believer of lies who desires to see through the lies? Who is it but the manufactured house of separation, the abode of misinformation who desires freedom from the separation? Who is it but the dream character dreaming the maze, mesmerized by the labyrinth and sleep walking through …
Amaya Gayle 