Spiritual concepts, epiphanies, experiences. Being expanded upon for use and publication. |
Supraconsciously, I know I am all-aware of ultimate Truth innately, regardless of circumstances, catalysts, effects, or any obstacle through which the journey of ephemeral (limited!) Life is taken. Conjecture: I am subconsciously coasting on the deeply ingrained instinct (more than I "realize" (irony-possible pun)) that "this" IS a game (Insert favorite coined phrase: "Life is for entertainment purposes only.") That the (raw, basic) existence IS, innately and concretely, Truth and is, (for all intensive purposes) indestructible. The ephemerally and/or mentally perceived illusion of death is just as such; an illusion, unsubstantiated to the extent that the concept should not (hold) the ability to be GRASPED (everything is a PUN) relentlessly by the sentient. (the utter, morbidly vociferous fictitiousness is directly indicative of THE most significantly ominous and literal FIGMENT OF OUR IMAGINATION.) The satiated idea (neat reinforcement=def of "idea".-That which exists in the mind as the product of careful mental activity.) of an "end" is purposefully, meticulously placed into the thought processes. (Occurring at the time of physical creation, so that the ephemeral journey can be made. Expand upon.) In times of trial: The childlike pseudo-facade emblematically longs for it's Mother, an innate longing, (not quite unpleasant to endure by the simple, pure and spoiling surrender to the "senses"), as the Created long for the Creator. Mother is no longer "missed" when the child looks into the mirror. The child witnesses the Creator as itself, and is ultimately comforted in the Truth that all are One and the same. In regards to "attachments": Mankind's punctiliousness during the manufacture of infinitesimal sundries of convoluted contraptions and painstaking pastimes is perplexedly peculiar when the Completeness of Ultimate Truth is discovered. |