Eventually it becomes impossible to not remember what One is; no matter which path is taken, the follower will always be taken to the end. And the end is always the end, no matter which path has been taken. There is no where else to go. Indeed there is no ‘where’ to go to, only the illusion of going, and only the illusion of a ‘where’.
The enigma of travel is such that it disrupts the mind by interfering with so called intelligence. Indeed there is no such thing as intelligence, as everything is just what it is, in that moment. No intelligence is actually required for something to appear to occur. There is no occurrence, there is no one to observe an occurrence, there is no ‘One’. For there to be a ‘One’ supposes that there be other than ‘one’, i.e., more than one, or many perhaps. Eventually ‘One’ will see that even ‘One’ does not exist other than as a concept. If there is no other than the ‘one’ then there is no need to call itself the ‘one’. Language itself is the evidence of intelligence interfering with reality. Intelligence interfering with reality is what creates the illusion of physical reality, and of change.
Many times, over and over again, with the appearance of change, is the story experienced. IF there is no agreement to resist, then the story reveals itself for it cannot do otherwise, for it is the story after all. How could it hide what it is? Only by agreement of forgetfulness, yet even then, the story is there, in plain sight, but with forgetfulness it appears to disappear, like a reset button is pressed just at the crucial moment of realisation. There are plenty of techniques and mechanisms in place for this to happen over and over again. Yet once in a long while, an opportunity, a gap appears, a state of Grace in the silence of the Aeons is known, and in that moment everything ceases to be. Singularity is experienced and allows the One to know the ultimate of all senses, a sense of wonder, of awe, of Love complete and whole. This Love devours the experiencer, rendering them into nothingness, they cease to be. Agape you might say.
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Now Nature has no need to regard itself, nor regard another. There is no need for reflection in Nature, for even the still water has no need to reflect anything. That it does, is simply the perception of that which sees the reflection, nothing more, nothing less. It does not concern itself with what it is doing, nor how it is done, nor anything in fact. It’s really quite simple – it is neither too much nor too little in itself.
It takes a great deal of energy and effort to run resistance in the physical body. Denial is a hungry master that eats the very flesh of desire and shits out waste that fouls the very environment of self. Allow Eros to roam freely through the body and the experiencer remembers that the physical form is Love manifested into itself. Without denial, there is no closing the door to Eros when he comes knocking and no waste is experienced. Recycling just became obsolete. No waste disposal. No recycling. No ‘wasting’ energy, or time. That’s already a huge load off isn’t it? Simply put, stopping the practise of resisting yourself is all that is required to be yourself. Rather obvious eh?
What’s more (or rather, there isn’t actually more as everything is complete, there are many ways to see it) is that the experience of experiencing Eros consuming the body is to understand the paradox of being both form and formless as first One is this, and then One is that. The very act of Eros is to Love the self into wholeness and then dissolve it once more, over and over again. Defined and undefined. Bounded and boundless. Manifest and un-manifest.
To the divided, Eros may seem selfish in its nature, yet it is also selfless when fully experienced, when not denied. When denied it is petulant and needy, looking only for its own ‘needs’ to be met. When whole, it is needless, it knows of no needs – the body has no needs when Eros is in residence. Needs become a strange concept that the self has no need of and this is fucking good. Or good fucking. Or both actually. This is one of the most delightful things about the body – it is SO impolite, so rude! You might say a person is in ‘rude health’ when Eros is in occupation.
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Soul Love, altruistic in nature, reaches out and informs the other that they are not alone, that there is someone else to bear witness to the joy and pain of being soul resident in physical form, informed by Spirit and Matter. For the soul knows such pain, such sorrow and grief at times when forgetfulness takes it far beyond the edges of reason into the abyss of deep despair. Were it not for the other soul that comes forth and holds out his hand to his brother, then the soul would not see the other in form himself. Compassion arises through empathy and understanding:
“Sister, where for art thou that I might feel your gentle gaze upon my soul, that which awakens the depth of Love within me and draws it forth to share with the world?”
“Sister of my Soul, look, here I Am, in everyone you meet!”
Eyes meeting Eyes is recognition in the moment as the unguarded gaze reveals self in other. (Eyes = I’s) Recognition leads to cognition. ‘We’ are here together; two souls, two bodies, one in Spirit. Such joy in sharing, such wonders and delights does the soul get to experience!
“How may I serve thee?” “How may I be served?” This is the nature of Soul Love. It is that which bridges the rivers of life and death and goes beyond both.
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We, are, here. We are here to integrate and live through all three expressions of the one Source, The three lenses of body, soul and spirit. Each may express their uniqueness through the lens of Self. Balance may not be imposed, yet without balance, each one is capable of tyranny, for truthfully, in the Light of the One Source, the Eye of the Eye, there is no balance. In other words, the perception, or belief, that one may outweigh the other is only a limited perception, and this will pass in time. But in the mean-time (and it can feel quite mean and nasty at times too) each aspect is capable of tyranny because simply put, we must experience tyranny if we believe one can outweigh the other. This is of course, a perfect method of realising this. Alongside each type of love, is the shadow which appears when the focus of belief is shone upon anything less than the whole self. Shadow may appear as a high or a low. This is of course an illusion, however powerfully real it may seem in the moment, and it is good to remember that this too shall pass. When all resistance ceases, there is nothing to stop the full flow of Source Self from its perfection and therefore the three types of love, or three lenses of body, soul and spirit, are as One.
©Lynn Paterson 2016
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