11-17-2012, 12:01 AM
"Behind the scenes"
Or under the blanket as a friend fellow dreamer has coined it...blanket being formative recognisable dreaming, if making correct anecdotal connection with personal experiences..one of which just emerged from..."behind the scenes" exploration. I ask myself, again fresh from something utterly undefinable...riches beyond words (y'all...there's riches BEYOND WORDS!! I'm happy to say it)..."if I spent as much time romancing the energy body as I did speculating about it...well, I'd sustain a perennial conviction that words just don't suffice...either in getting you there...or in describing it once you get there." Issue is in the difficulty in letting go of the compulsion for reference point..."self", I guess...or of social sense of self...or whatever-it-is that keeps us looping in limbo, even in dreaming. The "thing" that words tend to wrap themselves around without end, feeding each other but leaving the sneaking impression we're missing out on something really huge. The presumed "snuggly" aspect of the blanket. But can deliberately roll the blanket back...and then...well there's something very special under there. It's abstract yet blissfully intimate. It's composed of light, in part...and of intense but in-graspable feeling that plays amongst itself...and of expressive intelligence beyond thoughts and ideas. Only the energy body knows that supreme language. All the other compulsions toward Bible Code and playing with numbers and perceived patterns....and dates and prophecies and implied meaning and fixtures and systems...well, from this little chipmunks perspective....all of that is just irrelevant in the face of it. It is a gorgeous and wonderful thing, the sheer RANGE of awareness. There is no end to the possible vistas of exploration. Go bananas, I say to myself. Quit dribbling about it and dive deep. Who gives a **** about trying to cohere around some groups need to categorize every fucking thing....as if we know what in the hell we're talking about. We don't. Descriptions are folds in the blanket....I mean, sure no problem gathering it here and there if I feel cold. But knowing there's untold amounts of space beneath it, which is ready and waitiing. Half gainer with a twist
Or under the blanket as a friend fellow dreamer has coined it...blanket being formative recognisable dreaming, if making correct anecdotal connection with personal experiences..one of which just emerged from..."behind the scenes" exploration. I ask myself, again fresh from something utterly undefinable...riches beyond words (y'all...there's riches BEYOND WORDS!! I'm happy to say it)..."if I spent as much time romancing the energy body as I did speculating about it...well, I'd sustain a perennial conviction that words just don't suffice...either in getting you there...or in describing it once you get there." Issue is in the difficulty in letting go of the compulsion for reference point..."self", I guess...or of social sense of self...or whatever-it-is that keeps us looping in limbo, even in dreaming. The "thing" that words tend to wrap themselves around without end, feeding each other but leaving the sneaking impression we're missing out on something really huge. The presumed "snuggly" aspect of the blanket. But can deliberately roll the blanket back...and then...well there's something very special under there. It's abstract yet blissfully intimate. It's composed of light, in part...and of intense but in-graspable feeling that plays amongst itself...and of expressive intelligence beyond thoughts and ideas. Only the energy body knows that supreme language. All the other compulsions toward Bible Code and playing with numbers and perceived patterns....and dates and prophecies and implied meaning and fixtures and systems...well, from this little chipmunks perspective....all of that is just irrelevant in the face of it. It is a gorgeous and wonderful thing, the sheer RANGE of awareness. There is no end to the possible vistas of exploration. Go bananas, I say to myself. Quit dribbling about it and dive deep. Who gives a **** about trying to cohere around some groups need to categorize every fucking thing....as if we know what in the hell we're talking about. We don't. Descriptions are folds in the blanket....I mean, sure no problem gathering it here and there if I feel cold. But knowing there's untold amounts of space beneath it, which is ready and waitiing. Half gainer with a twist