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The Mayaverse: Duet – A Dialogue about the dream of being human Part 1
Sandra Anne:
If I was to take a random person off the streets and try to wake them up to their true nature, I would start by asking, “What’s wrong with this picture?” I would point out all the insane ideas and behaviors that for some strange fucking reason are called “normal” now when it’s quite easily seen that they don’t make any sense at all, don’t even benefit anyone and are actually quite harmful in that they cause untold and unspeakable amounts of suffering and misery for almost everyone who believes them and allows them to rule over their day-to-day activities.
That’s actually what did it for me, for some reason I could not reconcile what the we call the normal functioning world with the mystery of life itself, the two just didn’t seem to mix at all, something very off about it, wars and hatred, competitions, envy, judgements, the endless toiling after goods and status, courts and unforgiving punishments for just about everything you could think of, children locked up in prison like buildings for most of the day like just being in the natural world was some sort of sin, play, wonder, and free time to just be was frowned upon, that’s just sloth now, you must make something of yourself, but what are you making of it, something else than what you really are? Denying your inherent tendencies to be loving and playful, in exchange for productivity and a mad race to the top of some accomplishment only to have it fade and then there’s another carrot to chase after because it’s never enough?
The True Yoga Part 1
I like to sit in front of the white screen again and again, completely clueless as to what might be written, while there’s nothing to say. All movement arises from pure, unmanifested being. And it is absolutely irrelevant how the unmanifest is reflected in the mirror. Whether it appears as a half-thought or as the entire cosmos, it always remains insignificant as an appearance. This is the basis of the great sigh of relief of those who have come to themselves.
The primal impulse, the primal movement from pure being, however, is eternal. Only that which arises from this primal movement of pure being can ever become new. Wherever something is manifest, it is part of the mirror image. It is born from the primal movement—but its manifest being and becoming is subject to the laws of appearance.
Nothing truly new can arise from the human body, for example. Just as little from the body-mind, the human mind.
And what cannot be renewed must ultimately die. Thank God. For every incarnated form is a form of hell. That is precisely the true reason for every spiritual quest. The longed-for heaven never became life; the longed-for freedom was never found. The promise was never fulfilled. And so the one imprisoned in form seeks peace beyond existence. He seeks his home in pure being, he seeks his origin beyond the primal movement. He seeks the great sigh of relief of one who has come to himself.
Travel Experiences: Anonymous Reports Part 1
It takes a huge amount of effort to come to a place of nothingness and everythingness. To realize that everything I experience, starting from the beginning of the breath, from the seed of first thought, until the edge of what is “known”, exists “inside” me.
Great hologram invading the nothingness. That’s far beyond understanding, yet this is what we are always looking at.
It takes even more effort to realize that I appear to be here in this shared world now and it will not always be so. What is when this experience is finished, who knows. But the experience of me is now, and the bodymind of XXXX is not eternal. False, real, who cares, it’s best to make the best out of it. Also possible to keep on being DEADLY serious or to close ones eyes and meditate in the nothingness but why would one do that? You can kind of live and disappear just as you wish.
(I have been DEADLY serious on “me”, God and existence since I was a teenager and had “lost” the child in me. As you wrote in the first book, how else could it have started???)
How the *** was it so difficult? How it took so much crying, blood and tears? Couple of days something “happened”. There appeared to be a certain energy – God Kali would describe it quite well. It rose up, just breaking everything. I felt like putting the whole flat into pieces, lighting it on fire and make my partner disappear with that same great destruction as well. Well, here in this realm it got channeled just into one class that was neatly thrown in the kitchen floor in pieces and left behind a shaking, sweating body and a great laughter. A moment into which I had to grow through a lot. (And the life keeps unfolding.)
Dying Well Contemplation
I find it quite amazing how our Western world handles death. In Southeast Asia, and certainly many other parts of the world, death is handled in a more pragmatic manner.
In reality, no one handles death at all. Death handles you. Are you prepared for said ‘handling’? Can you prepare? The following will certainly assist. But before I get into the core of this contemplation I need to set up the stage a little.
Your reference point for everything is a dream.
I think we can all agree that the body you appear to have is going to eventually cease to exist and, over many billions of years, what you once appeared to be will just be atoms in another star system. That’s where the atoms that created your current body came from and, eventually, they will go back to. It’s the way this particular dream works and there are many, many dreams. Almost all of which are as incomprehensible, in this moment, as a BIC lighter to a caveman. Put another way, the real you is on a level above, and thus challenging to know and see when you assume your body is real and use it as your reference point. It sounds like a trap because it is one.
Those who set traps never want to get caught in their own traps, hence, there is always some way out. They have an escape mechanism built in and this dream is no different. The challenge is to find it, or perhaps be ready to avail yourself of it at the appropriate time. Suicide is one obvious way, and under some limited circumstance it can be appropriate, but let’s leave that one for another day.
Anonymous Reports part 1
It takes a huge amount of effort to come to a place of nothingness and everythingness. To realize that everything I experience, starting from the beginning of the breath, from the seed of first thought, until the edge of what is “known”, exists “inside” me.
Great hologram invading the nothingness. That’s far beyond understanding, yet this is what we are always looking at.
It takes even more effort to realize that I appear to be here in this shared world now and it will not always be so. What is when this experience is finished, who knows. But the experience of me is now, and the bodymind of XXXX is not eternal. False, real, who cares, it’s best to make the best out of it. Also possible to keep on being DEADLY serious or to close ones eyes and meditate in the nothingness but why would one do that? You can kind of live and disappear just as you wish.
(I have been DEADLY serious on “me”, God and existence since I was a teenager and had “lost” the child in me. As you wrote in the first book, how else could it have started???)
How the **** was it so difficult? How it took so much crying, blood and tears? Couple of days something “happened”. There appeared to be a certain energy – god Kali would describe it quite well. It rose up, just breaking everything. I felt like putting the whole flat into pieces, lighting it on fire and make my partner disappear with that same great destruction as well. Well, here in this realm it got channeled just into one class that was neatly thrown in the kitchen floor in pieces and left behind a shaking, sweating body and a great laughter. A moment into which I had to grow through a lot. (And the life keeps unfolding.)
What happens when you die
Catchy title? Everyone wants to know what happens after death and yes, I can do even more than explain it to you, I can show you graphically exactly what it is like.
First off, for purposes of grokking this, I request you take the perspective, even if only for a moment, that everything in your human dream is 180 degrees off… a little like a reflection in a mirror. Allow for that possibility while you read the following.
When you appear to have been born into humanness, you died to your True Nature, to Truth. You were birthed into this human dream but it was actually a death from the perspective of Truth.