Mellowmarsh

You, Breakingthewall, are not really listening to your own falsely constructed mental narrative of what you believe self to be, because you are too busy identifying with your own self constructed narrative as being your reality. In reality, there’s no sense of self actuality being a self, except in this conception as it’s being narrated. This recognition is a misidentification, it’s an illogical irrational problem that only you are creating, albeit artificially, because what exactly is a self without its self constructed narrated construction of such. You are always under construction, you never complete as a claimed fully fledged figure called a separate ( I ) or ( self) because you are infinite. Infinite possibilities never complete, or repeat. Infinity has no self to maintain. Infinite is extremely no maintenance.

Our existence is defined by the external recognition of an image in the mirror. So what is being looked upon in the mirror is nothing but Imageless reflections of images. Nothing else. The ‘self’ as it’s known to be called, never actually sees itself externally or internally. Looking, can only reflect what’s looking. What is seen, is only the reflection of this empty looking reflecting upon its reflection, and in that moment of instance there appears to be a recognition where the looking meets the looked upon, where the idea of a separate self is born. This sense of self recognition arises purely as a mentally constructed image of the imageless, thus the sense of separation is an artificially formed form. This mental image formed is the mistaken identity appearing to have form, but is no form, mental constructions are formless images. Infinite seeing is empty of any Identity. In reality, there’s no real identified image called ‘myself’ being born, because Nothing is real. Nothing is reality.

Love is all there is. What more could Love possibly need or want. Love is enough, and it’s always Now forever. Abundantly everlasting. Love lives and dies only for itself. Enough Now.

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along. Rumi.

I, Lalla, came through the gate of my soul's jasmine garden and found Shiva and Shakti there, locked in love! Drunk with joy, I threw myself into the lake of nectar. Who cares if I'm a dead woman walking!

Yes. It’s no coincidence that when I first started out on this spiritual journey, it was Sufism that spoke to me the most. Absofuckinlutely 💯

That’s fair enough. Thanks. 🙏

Beauty is it’s purest form represents a reflection of the divine. Thankyou. 🙏

What would the test show as evidence that the principle has been tested enough?

You’re very welcome brother.

Can a book founded upon a tested principle be just a theory that’s subject to change?

Okay thanks for the clarification. What’s been written here now, really speaks to me. I hear the message. 😉 Love. ❤️

When the words end…does the point/ pointing end too?

Can the above statement be stated without a using word?

Just a thought, Ajay0, do you think the story is inseparable from the book? And would you buy that thought?

Would you buy it, Breakingthewall?

No need to question it, it’s blindingly self-evident.

Indeed, it’s difficult to ignore the face in the mirror when it’s glaringly staring right back at you.

I look like the looker.

No face has ever been seen. A face is only known conceptually as and through a mirrored reflection. Reflections know nothing because they are simply an image of the imageless. Known knowledge is the illusion of maya.

That’s an excellent pointing. There’s no such thing as Non-Duality because Non-Duality is not a thing.

No one wins. Only the needy.

Death is the greatest leveller.

That also doesn’t mean it’s immune from critique.

Nothing ever showed up to its own performance. That which appears to show, never shows. Nothing is what it appears to be.