I found this journal entry from 7 years ago (that didn’t happen)
“You can’t free the world until you free yourself. And when you free yourself there’s no world to free.”
When there’s no world to save the world is saved. A beautiful dreamed illusion of the dearly beloved that need not be saved but is the one dreaming itself to be a world. All there is IS the eternal, formless, infinite Self!
What’s being looked for is the one aware of the looking which is the looking itself.
And through the sensual experiencing of this imaginary dream, I taste myself.
