GHOST WORLD



There is no way to give this to anyone, share this shift, or awaken someone. And no, it's not going to be found if you only have a pure heart or absolute intention, for they are not even real ways of being, just ideas. This is mystery, and why and how or even what it is we truly cannot say or know. Why we seem to share this perception is unknown. We can put it in the most beautiful words, but from the perspective of those living the illusion of the separate self, it seems we have vanished from their world.

From here, all that appears is a world of phantoms and ghosts dancing a dance impossibly perfect and beautiful, filled with joy and sorrow and every manner of human experience. Yet most cannot see the perfection and the beauty, they move not knowing they are intricately bound to each other, are each other, are us, even as we are no longer what they imagine a person to be. We are indeed such stuff as dreams are made of, and we are not even any thing at all.

When I try to imagine my own emotions about old friends, past lovers, and family, trying to remember what life felt like "before," the details get lost. It feels like being awash in a symphony, each separate emotion merging into a wave of ineffable feeling that engulfs me like music. Even the ideas of "before" and "after" are hard to believe these days. There is simply impossible wonder and awe, singing what I call me, and you, and all that appears, with a melody so heartbreakingly beautiful it is heard only in the silence of our hearts πŸ’“


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    So blessed is this still "me"
    In knowing your non_being🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊
    Pranams
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