Mellowmarsh

The content of consciousness looking for consciousness and wondering what it is - has to be one of the most difficult problematic conundrums that ever came to mind, for one very good reason.

His death certificate became my birth certificate.

The Fire That Leaves Only Peace There is a love that does not comfort—It incinerates. It does not ask what you want to keep. It sees what you need to release and sets it aflame. Divine love is not gentle in the way we imagine gentleness. It is the forest fire that clears dead wood, the fever that burns away infection, the crucible that melts down everything false until only truth remains. It burns away your carefully constructed identities, You need to be understood, your hunger for approval, your stories about who hurt you and why. It burns and burns and burns—your anger, your bitterness, your fear of not being enough, Your fear of being too much. And you think you are being destroyed. But when the flames finally subside, when the smoke clears and you dare to look—You find you are still standing. Not the you that you defended so fiercely, but something older, truer, unshakeable. What remains after divine love has done its work is not rubble. It is peace. The kind of peace that needs nothing, fears nothing, proves nothing. The kind of peace that sits in the centre of your chest like a temple you forgot you carried, like a silence so profound It sounds like home.

No matter which way you slice this, it always defaults to the same not-knowing knowing. Or, the only thing I know is that I know nothing. Thats why it’s likened to a dream. The dream is known to be real only in the sense of being aware the dream occurred within your awareness inseparable from it. You know you are aware, but everything else can only be known as a dream within that awareness which cannot be known because it’s infinite. The finite is never aware of the infinite. The infinite can be aware of the finite. The distinction is this not-knowing knowing.

Well I guess that which appears simple can seem complicated, and that which appears complicated can seem simple, well that’s how I see it, anyway.

I agree nothing knows itself. Thats why knowledge known is likened to a dream.

Birth and death are exactly the same identical phenomenal reality, they just differ, alternate, in appearance that’s all. Two sides of the same coin. Can’t have one without the other. There’s nothing being conscious of itself in the absolute infinite sense, there’s only being conscious of other, in the relative finite sense.

It’s difficult to say what without using more words, that then becomes even more difficult to discern because words are not what words point to. And yet paradoxically words inform the whole narrative to itself of what the self is attempting to understand. Ultimately though, reality doesn’t relinquish its origins, it’s a mute indifferent silent indivisible metaphysical phenomenon that no word can really capture…..except in its artificial conception of itself. A conception that never really happened. My gut senses that energy is something that must have always existed and that there was never a beginning nor end to this energy. The subatomic particles and chemical bonds in your cells are constantly borrowing energy from the environment to keep you alive. Everything that’s the environment originally came from the Sun. Your body converts this into a cellular energy currency called ATP(Adenosine Triphosphate) which is the primary energy currency of all living cells. These cells are constantly dying and being replaced endlessly. Basically there’s no beginning or ending to the process that makes you the configuration that is you. You’re just a finite never to be repeated patten, one of an infinite, one that has and will always have a limited life span, it’s appearance and ultimately disappearance is due to the law of thermodynamics and entropy. However, while all living organisms decay or pass away, the energy is released back into the environment as heat and absorbed by other living systems, continuing a continuous cosmic loop with no beginning or ending. This cosmic looping process is discernible by the very proof of aware existence itself. In a nut shell nothing is living or dying except the conception which is synthetically constructed by the brain . That’s how I personally vision this, anyway.

Where do we go upon cessation of the body…My gut feeling tells me that because I am here now alive , then I must have always been here now alive. Not as a body but as something that is aware of a body as a human physical experience . And so only aliveness seems to exist because nonexistence itself cannot actually be consciously experienced, because experience requires awareness. Experience then is all that is ever known as this direct aware aliveness that is always now. I honestly believe that there’s no such thing as death.

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.