Hello Alex.
Everything in our life is consciousness.
In consciousness we are
that which is impersonal.
It is that which is under our human form,
the veil to oblivion,
that which gives us a belief, in our mental abilities and ego.
In fact, humans no longer remember that they are pure consciousness and impersonal.
They believe in the individual person with a lot of selfishness, and all the rest.
It is the "game".
The one game I might even call
in fact, "I" am the "game".
It makes me think of the Bible story about Lucifer, who was an angel of light
that rebelled,
covered with the veil or web that is human,
he rebelled.
There is little evidence of Lucifer other than consciousness
forgetting,
forgetting who he/she is.
It is two!
Therefore all,
consciousness without the dream
is nothing!
Damn, it is nothing but the nothingness of all that it is.
(far away from where the cow moos...)
And all will only list, without history
of any kind, that which awards the veil of forgetfulness,
stories about what precisely appears!
All that appears is contraction, and only contraction is looked at.
In fact,
if all this is true
all is rest and peace.
For nothing,
absolutely nothing,
it does not matter,
all that it represents.
Can you tell me if the mind in this place
said
to R.P.
that it is full of delirium or madness, or if
it approximates what is true?
Thank you to you.
Thank you for your email.
Ah... But,
therefore,
the intellect continues its delirium,
even when,
when it...
Pfft...
concocts the..
sublime theories that seem to capture
the reality or truth,
and yet, one cannot approach the reality.
That's the thing, one can not get close, because it is too close,
the reality is too close, We cannot get close. Any closer is remoteness.
And yet, I want to say, bravo,
bravo,
poor,
have you laid,
is ... and yes it appears to be approaching.
Yes but non! (Alex giggles) This is...
But, I understand exactly what...pfft...
you have tried to do...
But, right now have freedom,
and joy and good humor,
and then, put it in the trash.
But it is really nice that you wrote, for... Huh!
We put it in the trash.
The trash is emptied.
And then, nothing!
Hmmm...
Thank you my brother.