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Love it when a teacher or teaching clicks like that, and inspires one to begin the deconstruction of beliefs. Nothing is essential to being. On a funnier note... how can you say someone else is a solipsist, really?

Why not?

@SQAAD You might contemplate, what is a thought, literally, actually. As well, what is a belief. What is it which knows the discernible properties of these things.

@Shaun What is sensation, what is perception, what is a thought? You lost me at “since”. A most subtle subject-object relation. You got the right idea, just go through a hundred more layers of direct experience.

@Angelite Judgement is a tough one.

Nobody’s ever seen one.

@Shaun Satisfied?

@Shaun Right track, but...what are you perceiving here & now?

@Milos Uzelac Great to hear man. Good for you. ?? Get yourself a dry erase board too, and start your dream board. Start putting everything you want on it. It’ll flush some misunderstandings out, as well as reveal a great worthwhileness of you, and of life in feeling. It pairs perfectly with meditation, calming the mind and reconnecting with sensation, with your higher self, flushing out some of those innocent conditions.

@Gneh Onebar Let go of the concept of focus.

We all lose our identities every night, we just don’t notice or think about it that way, and for a very good reason. It’s always safe to surrender.

Great post / read, thanks.

@TheAvatarState The internet is yours, sir. Beautiful. ?? ?

Deeply lost into the wood, a tiny room I’d found, no bigger than my arms could stretch; too square to wrap around. A flimsy shifty tattered box, two doors of weathered wood, opposing sides, two doors could open - my vantage said they should. Intuitive, i could not speak this knowing of the heart; of the two which all things are, I’d chose the door less far. Upon the first someone had carved - each letter it’s own art; “Step inside, see the self - see just who you are”. At first I laughed and walked away, though even as I did, ‘twas pushed & pulled in truth to look; born to see what’s hid, in choosing of the lessor pain, my mind had come unhinged; I dreamt I’d had the living proof; yet enter there I did. A captivating balance echoed of the door; penetrating senses; stripped of all discord, a beacon of all knowing, ever lost in scores; a calling of all beings; in ignorance implored. A trillion parts had broke of me, a peace profound and healing; reverberating silence, shone apart my scheming, A chill which left me frightful, my eyes had glimpsed the knob; deep and yet so fleeting, it knew I could not stop. This knob it bore no name; uncertain still, yet carved; it stole the breath within me - it longed to break my heart. The walls were disappearing, the melting of the bars; demise of monumental, just ceilings full of stars. This knob is known to me, well above all others; a handle I have ever-seen, yet turning, undiscovered. It spoke to me a mystery from high atop the trees, infused of electricity, it brought me to my knees. My hand traversed through space and time; extension of endeavor; the knob it was a perfect fit, and fear dispelled forever. Surety, divine rejoice, did shatter every matter; the wind it blew the subtle kiss; of sweetness, of surrender. Unheard the click; immaculate, the pressure of the chores; suddenly they’d vanished, no I opened no door. Dreamlike love ecstatic, adventure cloaked in noir, surfaced true intention; what is, need not be more. Two halves of whole, a breaking mold, the door became unhinged; this final time I knew; this time I did not cringe. Mind inflamed with knowing, potential ever-lit; the door blew off behind me, in knowing I was it. As fast as fast could be, unlighted light of limit; this room it had imploded; and never was I in it. Spaciousness does lie abound, as “it” was never It; was never here, nor ever there; the peace it hid within. Never a beginning, never will I end; infinite this love in me, which suffers to pretend, unexpressed expression, of this shall I attend; creation and destruction, nothing does it mend. No cause is of no origin, all things are truth divine; darkness be thy veil I whittle; a self brought forth of light. My hand returned to me again, and it was known as mine; perfection in creation, and with it came the plight. The second door was gone before, in truth it had not been. A figment of imagination; rooms I might walk in. The door had shut behind me, it clicked as I awoke. I sat straight up and pondered; my real can be a joke. The wisdom i had sought before, beyond imagination, in dream itself, all dreams are born; as such our destination. The songs that play remain the same, of self investigation, to what could veil when all is known, by my illumination. Never to be born again, the one resides in bloom; in praise it be, to hear and see, it matters not the tune, affixed of sin, all ends begin, creation by this loom; never to be boxed again, inside my tiny room.

@kieranperez You ignore resources because ya think you have to go it alone. You make posts, and then defend, deflect & project. I’ll surely catch your fire here, but I love ya, I see ya, and that’s what I’m saying. I’m happy being the one you can’t stand, in motivations as such. ☺️ Gravity is the set up to the punchline of purification of all these things. Pearls & swine is a blessing.

@Alex bliss ?

@Mu_ Absolutely love it. ??♥️

@Raptorsin7 Read over the meditations & self inquiry in my link.

@remember Self fulfilling stories indeed. ???

@Raptorsin7 Are you using a mirror, to watch your head move around? (With your eyes closed?)

@mandyjw What if the church was right about science in the first place? What if the story of Adam & Eve is actuality? Imagine the implications of the actuality of gravity being common knowledge. That’d be some serious unification.

Which one are you? The one inquiring, or the one which might be discovered?

Newton never explained gravity.

@Peo Have you sat with a pad of paper, contemplated what death is, and wrote down whatever comes up?

@Anna1 Amazing. Thanks for sharing.