Mellowmarsh

You wake up to infinite imagination within a finite body.

We all start dying the day we’re born. Death is waking up. Awakening from the dream.

Never not Nothing

🙂

I like that one. ☝️ It’s hard to get a handle on what’s happening from inside a dream.

There could also be a simple recognition of your life as a baby, a time you had zero comprehension of separation, or even existing at all. Do babies have nondual awakenings, not really. So how did the idea of separation come about, exactly? The separation came about when you realised you’d been given a name known as your personal identity. The separation became so deeply imprinted into your mind that it felt normal and right. But for some people there’s an instinctive feeling that something feels very off about being separate. My own feeling came very early in life, I just spontaneously remembered that everyone of us started life as a baby, who knew nothing about separation or had any idea or concept of itself existing as a separate being distinct from it’s parents. That was my personal recognition of oneness, anyway.

A Nondualist’s Cat.

A Nondualist’s job identity card. ⬇️

It’s fine, I would never be tempted or seduced into going anywhere near a guy like that, not even to slightly prod him with a 50 foot bargepole.

It’s a subjective opinion. What’s better? What’s worse? 1: To have never been born. Or 2: To be conscious of sensation. Is there even a choice? Is there any consent? It both horrific and magnificent.

From source to source an endless formless death gives birth to form… The sperm and egg meet where both transform and dissolve into the emergence of a baby, the baby dies as the child emerges, the child dies as the teenager emerges, the teenage dies as the youth emerges, the youth dies as the elderly emerges, the elderly dies returning to source from death to death an endless spring. A meeting with death. It’s all death meeting with itself. . As Meat in-form-mation . Meeting / Mating isTwo becoming One.

Indeed. There is no final stage on the path…as there’s no way to cross the horizon of infinity.

I was referring to the mental understanding of meaning within the syntax of human conceptual language as communication of information is exchanged between two people in conversation with each other. The ‘get it’ that was communicated was not meant in the absolute sense.

It’s amazing and horrifying at the same time. The same channel that breathes may become blocked suffocating the organism to death. I can’t even begin to imagine what it would feel like to suffocate.