Maybe we don't ever walk off the stage we call the world as though it's tangible real estate, as if it's actual physical topography, but instead, wake ourselves up and recognize it as a reflective surface where ideas appear, as a reflection we call the world.
Maybe we don't ever leave the world because it's not a place, but is instead is the surface reflection of ideas in mind.
Maybe we address the deception we find here from a place of individual responsibility for the area of the field at large where our local signal arrives, the place we notice it arriving as what we think of as our thoughts.
Before being able to effect a shift or wobble in the collective signal that informs the global cultural mind, maybe we should familiarize ourselves with causing a ripple at our own access point, our private IP address and internal antenna settings.
I don't think we ever wake up and leave, but maybe instead we wake up and gain bandwidth by furthering our listening out to a previously unheard of and unknown horizon while simultaneously dropping further into the depths of our own heart.
There’s an open-mike night happening beyond the sounds of babel that world culture has on offer now, a place where someone can strike a clear bell tone that penetrates our current shared cultural mind like an earthquake, shaking the very ground of it and toppling what were once thought of as well built structures of deception, a quaking strong enough to wreak havoc on the very foundations of the lie from which all iterations of it are derived.
The trick might be to stay put once awake and quietly build a listening path to that universal microphone from which whatever's uttered is heard by all regardless of their comprehension or understanding. You can sound a clean tone there that bypasses the language center and and all its chaos, a pure clear heart tone that doesn't require any system of comprehension to effectively wobble the signal attachment of the temporarily deceived.
Maybe there's even a way to listen carefully and record the actual heart tones of a single beautiful mind and set them free to be amplified at the big microphone out there on the distant horizon that’s connected to the center of the universe where it exists in your own heart and set it free there for all to hear.
If some day soon you hear something that sounds like soft birdsong slowly building into a universe-spanning hurricane of vibrational music that remakes DNA in its passing, be unafraid as your vision blurs and the whole world wobbles. When you come to your senses and realize you can see auras and smell lies and taste deciect as easily as you used to be able to tell mint from cinnamon be at ease because you've been upgraded courtesy of a tone worthy of being shared into the heart of the matter, one that shifts the surface reflection of an idea in mind that appears to you as what you call the world you see.
If you learn to be still and listen, you'll hear the soft beginnings of a distant symphony of such tones that has already begun and is making its way inward to the center of the univese which has always been at home at the still point inside of you. Surrender as it approaches in awareness, relax and let it in.
Maybe we don't ever walk off the stage we call the world as though it's tangible real estate, as if it's actual physical topography, but instead, wake ourselves up and recognize it as a reflective surface where ideas appear, as a reflection we call the world.
Maybe we don't ever leave the world because it's not a place, but is instead is the surface reflection of ideas in mind.
Maybe we address the deception we find here from a place of individual responsibility for the area of the field at large where our local signal arrives, the place we notice it arriving as what we think of as our thoughts.
Before being able to effect a shift or wobble in the collective signal that informs the global cultural mind, maybe we should familiarize ourselves with causing a ripple at our own access point, our private IP address and internal antenna settings.
I don't think we ever wake up and leave, but maybe instead we wake up and gain bandwidth by furthering our listening out to a previously unheard of and unknown horizon while simultaneously dropping further into the depths of our own heart.
There’s an open-mike night happening beyond the sounds of babel that world culture has on offer now, a place where someone can strike a clear bell tone that penetrates our current shared cultural mind like an earthquake, shaking the very ground of it and toppling what were once thought of as well built structures of deception, a quaking strong enough to wreak havoc on the very foundations of the lie from which all iterations of it are derived.
The trick might be to stay put once awake and quietly build a listening path to that universal microphone from which whatever's uttered is heard by all regardless of their comprehension or understanding. You can sound a clean tone there that bypasses the language center and and all its chaos, a pure clear heart tone that doesn't require any system of comprehension to effectively wobble the signal attachment of the temporarily deceived.
Maybe there's even a way to listen carefully and record the actual heart tones of a single beautiful mind and set them free to be amplified at the big microphone out there on the distant horizon that’s connected to the center of the universe where it exists in your own heart and set it free there for all to hear.
If some day soon you hear something that sounds like soft birdsong slowly building into a universe-spanning hurricane of vibrational music that remakes DNA in its passing, be unafraid as your vision blurs and the whole world wobbles. When you come to your senses and realize you can see auras and smell lies and taste deciect as easily as you used to be able to tell mint from cinnamon be at ease because you've been upgraded courtesy of a tone worthy of being shared into the heart of the matter, one that shifts the surface reflection of an idea in mind that appears to you as what you call the world you see.
If you learn to be still and listen, you'll hear the soft beginnings of a distant symphony of such tones that has already begun and is making its way inward to the center of the univese which has always been at home at the still point inside of you. Surrender as it approaches in awareness, relax and let it in.