More commonly asked; Who will you be when you can't take anything with you?
Many recant (reject) the reality of nothingness… of what may be beyond “death.”
Many rejoice it.
And both are wrong.
For one is to deny & the other is to worship, both assuming what cannot be known. Both attached to the idea of it; a rejection of being alive now.
These questions can be reflected upon in the same perspective when we explore our ability to go into the subconscious realms of our own mind.
What happens when the walls fall between the fractalized parts of our self-concept? Of the being who has been experiencing this set of environments, sensations, emotions & patterns of identity?
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Try it. Drop into your being. Close your eyes, feel your body & your breath. Be with the sensations. Send love to any pain & gratitude to any pleasure. Affirm that you are alive! What a gift it is indeed! Unattached…unassuming. Just here.
How instantaneously we remember our wholeness, our Oneness.
Bliss.
We cannot yet be the whole self when we are still assuming the identity of the fractalized.
This is why the great mystics speak of being unattached.
You cannot take anything with you.
Not even your ideas of being broken…
Oneness is to be experienced not perceived.
No words could truly capture these “concepts.” So practice.
Be curious without fear.
Without story.
Just Be within the Oneness… & relish.
Bathe in its glow; your glow!
Like slow dripping, warm honey - sweet but suffocating. All around, here you are. Perfection.
How wonderful the world is, as it is.
How wonderful you are, the way you are.
This is the Way.
Follow the purest forms of who you are.
They’ll lead you home.
Home to yourself, your happiness & your Oneness.
Let go of it all.
To receive it all.
We are the medicine.
You. You are your medicine.
Anything outside of us, turned inward & anything inward, turned outward in action, thought or deed can be poison or medicine.
You decide.
Intention is everything.
Have pure intentions. Do not spoil your seed. Nor the ground you’ll plant in. And remember it unwise to spoil your neighbors soil for your crop may not grow.
We are One.
Be pure my child.
Have the spirit of a child.
And forget all you have “learned.”
Rest easy.
Enjoy.
Befriend.
Welcome home.
Big Love,
Maeve Lee
PS: Would it be helpful to have someone adept in these realms to help you? That's what I'm here for! Consider joining me in a 1:1 container; email me @ maevelee@thismodernmystic.com
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