Mellowmarsh

Ken Wilber describes this paradoxical duality as One Taste

Humans are flawed, in that they are a mistaken identity. The mistake was necessary in order to recognise there was no mistake made because the nameless one cannot be named. The named one is indeed a story. The story of I

Yes, it’s due to the child’s disconnect from its true fundamental nature that appears when the child begins to see the duality of relationship between itself and its parent. A child is already born as oneness but somewhere along the line becomes separated from it. That causes the sense of separation, which can be felt as an isolated tension, but this tension is what simultaneously holds the totality of oneness together. So nothing is ever separated from its fundamental source, it just seems like it is, it just feels that way, albeit illusory.

Yes, give it back. Don’t lumber yourself with the high maintenance of ownership. The body grows all by itself, it’s its own mechanic. There’s nothing to fix here.

Herenow 🤔Nowhere.

Taming the beast. Is having dominion over your own Self-Mastery. A return to Yourself. The Good place.

Ultimately, there is only experiencing. The Self is already self-standing, it’s already understood. No need to invent another one. You’re already one, who is the only one that’s real, this one cannot lose itself. It’s the other one, the artificially created one, the mentally constructed one, the narrative, that’s the one to lose, scrap that one. It’s fit only for the compost bin. Ultimately, every ‘thing’ ends up on the scrap heap, eventually. You really don’t need to invite rubbish into your life. Keep it clean and pure and innocent. That’s the true beauty.

You, Breakingthewall, are not really listening to your own falsely constructed mental narrative of what you believe self to be, because you are too busy identifying with your own self constructed narrative as being your reality. In reality, there’s no sense of self actuality being a self, except in this conception as it’s being narrated. This recognition is a misidentification, it’s an illogical irrational problem that only you are creating, albeit artificially, because what exactly is a self without its self constructed narrated construction of such. You are always under construction, you never complete as a claimed fully fledged figure called a separate ( I ) or ( self) because you are infinite. Infinite possibilities never complete, or repeat. Infinity has no self to maintain. Infinite is extremely no maintenance.

Our existence is defined by the external recognition of an image in the mirror. So what is being looked upon in the mirror is nothing but Imageless reflections of images. Nothing else. The ‘self’ as it’s known to be called, never actually sees itself externally or internally. Looking, can only reflect what’s looking. What is seen, is only the reflection of this empty looking reflecting upon its reflection, and in that moment of instance there appears to be a recognition where the looking meets the looked upon, where the idea of a separate self is born. This sense of self recognition arises purely as a mentally constructed image of the imageless, thus the sense of separation is an artificially formed form. This mental image formed is the mistaken identity appearing to have form, but is no form, mental constructions are formless images. Infinite seeing is empty of any Identity. In reality, there’s no real identified image called ‘myself’ being born, because Nothing is real. Nothing is reality.

Love is all there is. What more could Love possibly need or want. Love is enough, and it’s always Now forever. Abundantly everlasting. Love lives and dies only for itself. Enough Now.

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along. Rumi.

I, Lalla, came through the gate of my soul's jasmine garden and found Shiva and Shakti there, locked in love! Drunk with joy, I threw myself into the lake of nectar. Who cares if I'm a dead woman walking!

Yes. It’s no coincidence that when I first started out on this spiritual journey, it was Sufism that spoke to me the most. Absofuckinlutely 💯

That’s fair enough. Thanks. 🙏

Beauty is it’s purest form represents a reflection of the divine. Thankyou. 🙏