Tag: unconditional love

A vision of the state of my own soul

Looking towards Studland from Southbourne

How rough the sea surface can be! Violent till we can’t swim or sail. Such storms hardly bother those whose lives and times continue below the surface.

Around ten years ago, I had a vision of the state of my own soul.

I saw a vast flat expanse, a fine natural boundary between water and air. This boundary stretched outwards to the visible horizon and on further still. It had signs of disturbance and of disturbance which had passed over. Below was uncountable deep liquid. Above it were unimaginable heights of bright air. This flat colourless entity took on the colour of the moment. The colour was peace, placid tranquility and a strong flavour of welcome void.

~ Love’s presence  E v e r yN o w

Some ten years later, in 2024, I can see, hear, feel, taste, smell and touch gently into this vision. I do so with gratitude and humility for the opening into unconditional love that it was and is. Though the vision was fleeting and immense in scale, it was in me, of me and on as small a scale as me.

I mine for magic, not meaning

The bliss of existence

Reason and reasoning set limits to the transmission of my experience of lived bliss.

The words and concepts academics use often stand like screens shielding the reader from an intuitive appreciation of non-duality, non-judgemental views, non-attachment, or unconditional love.

It has to be so, if they are to satisfy the questions people put to those who understand.

The bliss of existence in the full arc-light of its own being defies analysis. True, it yeilds a portion of its omnipresent magic to descriptions of what it is not.

in my EveryNow blog, I avoid cause and effect, question and answer, meaning extracted from hard fact. I mine for magic, not meaning.

The questions people ask of meaning are like cars run out of petrol overtaken long ago by answers which never needed questions to attain motion!

In EveryNow, if I am able, I play with the elementary particles of awe that whizz so fast, they look to produce a steely curtain.

As I invite closer and closer approach, it is seen only as a diaphanous veil of excited curiosity through which I invite the brave to walk, dressed in fool’s costume, with furled supersonic wings of angels