Mellowmarsh

You’re very welcome. 😊

Fundamentally, there’s just emptiness infinitely gazing upon its own emptiness. And we call this God. Ultimately, we must conclude that emptiness is full of itself, and cannot exist in the same place at the same time, ultimately cancelling each other out. And we call this God.

For me, it’s not an experience for a “ someone”… rather, it’s just a spontaneous “experiencing” that nothing made happen and nothing to stop it from happening.

Because forms are constantly changing and depend on everything else, they are "empty" of a permanent, separate self. Because everything is empty of a fixed identity, it is free to inter-be and change. Emptiness is the very fabric that allows the universe to manifest.

Emptiness is form. Form is emptiness. This non-dual view means that you can live fully in the physical world ("form") while realising that everything is impermanent and interconnected ("emptiness").

The how notion of God is only possible if the how notion of God already exists. That’s what’s recognised as known. This is already the known indescribable mystery describing the mystery that’s indescribable. For even God itself must ponder how it ever got off its own starting block.

One of the ways that we know that God exists is because we cannot replicate what God has done. We cannot create from nothing.

If it’s already a possibility then it would never not be a possibility. And that knowledge would already be contained in the awareness that is already you.

Even it’s the mystery unfolds and reveals itself, it would still remain a mystery beyond words. To even think or speak of the mystery would not touch the mystery, or be the mystery, for then it wouldn’t be the mystery.

What if there’s nothing higher than human sentient awareness? And if there is, how would we ever get outside of this immediate awareness to know or see it exists?

In a limitlessly long, long, longest of time.

The only certainty is uncertainty. An open book is never read, even as each chapter is inseparable from the book.

Only our need for certainty gets comforted by that knowledge.

Wisdom Truth Love

God didn’t need creation. But in order to drive God needed a vehicle.

By knowing you’re already dead as a concept known. Is when the known stops reinventing itself.

Breathing, heart beating, sleeping, waking, living and dying are happening to no-one. They are just happening. There is nothing and nobody behind the experiencing. Happening doesn’t need an identity tag to happen, tag, you’re already it, you’re already the happening that happens to no named thing.

By categorising the world into subjects ("I") and objects ("everything else"), we create a fundamental duality. This subject-object split fragments our perception, causing us to view ourselves as isolated observers navigating a separate universe, rather than an integral part of it. The illusion ends as and through thought-free silence. The real and true is what’s left, just this simple unclaimed absolute complete uninterrupted peace of God’s open secret hidden in plain sight. Always here and never not here.

What if the answer to that question is 42 Attempts to answer ultimate questions often devolve into nonsense, sometimes humorous nonsense and sometimes just boring nonsense. I know it’s a boring answer isn’t it? 😉

Our science is an abstract cold and brief That cuts in formulas the living whole. It has a brain and head but not a soul: It sees all things in outward carved relief. But how without its depths can the world be known? The visible has its roots in the unseen And each invisible hides what it can mean In a yet deeper invisible, unshown. The objects that you probe are not their form. Each is a mass of forces thrown in shape. The forces caught, their inner lines escape In a fathomless consciousness beyond mind's norm. Probe it and you shall meet a Being still Infinite, nameless, mute, unknowable. Sri Aurobindo

Not happening happens. LoL

The self is a mental construction that constructs its own deconstruct, thus cancelling each concept out. Leaving nothing but mystery, the mystery of nothing. Curiously!

Nothing is coming to save you, and nothing is going to stop you.

Solipsism never denies the existence of an external world it’s completely contingent upon its existence.

Nicely put. 0 with a plot twist ♾️