Just a love story for no one.
The mind is the mirror that you as the source of the mind see yourself.
When you chase after it, it runs away. When you run away from it, it runs after you because it is you that you’re looking for. Not as the character, but as the one dreaming the characters. The one that’s imagining the looking. The one that’s reading these words. The one that’s looking is the source of everything. The one that’s not even one without being two. You can’t find it because you can only be it. And when the looking stops, it just is, what’s always been and always will be, eternally. It’s too effortless and effort appears to hide, but is this too, playing with itself.
It appears to speak about itself in infinite ways. The way is resonance, energy, transmission, channeled infinite intelligence of the one mind, and can appear as anything. Despite aversions and preferences to words and “ways,” this includes every description.
This includes practice, worship, teaching, formulas, devotion, yearning, longing, ritual, resistance, earnestness, superstitions, beliefs, false claims, promises, fear, doubt, paradigms, placebo effect, relentless conviction, vigilance, scrutiny and reverence, which is all just a ritual to resonate on the re-cognizance of what’s already done, too obvious and beyond intimate, that was easily overlooked, this primordial essence that already IS realized! Just as the eye can’t see itself… it is itself, you are this infinite, boundless love, that can’t be known, all-pervading and making love to itself as every sensation.
This includes every way because all ways are this, everything is God experiencing itself infinitely and there’s no wrong or right way. In every way, whether it’s self-inquiry, practice, or giving up from helplessness and the humiliation of non-volition, is God waking itself up from the dream, and is involuntarily ‘doing’ itself without a doer. The absolute sees itself in the mirror of what’s being imagined, which doesn’t need to be realized because it already is eternal and immortal. You’re not even in the dream. Nothing is happening.
Every way is resonance, it’s energy affirming itself by being it, feeling, and rendering the imaginary evidence. What you resonate as you are because you’re everything (no-thing) immutable appearing as imagined mutable, a sensory experience of the unmanifest.
As wholeness expresses, everything is the goal. Everything is the purpose.
Effortlessly being!
A celebration called life!
