Chapter 174 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

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How challenging to project your infinite view upon the world.

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Surrender requires an at-easeness with death.

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It might be important to somebody’s dream.

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Wandering through the maze of time,
Alone no matter where you are.

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Every start, every stop
Opening up your life to a new aspect
Of this mystery adventure.

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It will unfold as all things do.

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What would you really do
If you were in the same situation?
Easier said than done.

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Are you true to your word?

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Taking life and times personally
Is a great way to experience hell.

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Assumptions are inevitably flawed.

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Giving your all to anything you do
Is a great source of contentment

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Ironic that innocence so often suffers the most.

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Don’t be too quick to judge.
It might just happen to you.

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There are really no winners and losers.
There is just process.

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Seems inevitable that as soon
As you think yourself so hot,
That you fall flat on your face.

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The only real expectation is that nothing will last.

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It’s all good; it’s all bad.
It’s all whatever it is.

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Scary as it may be, you are the standard
By which your universe is measured.

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Undifferentiated chaos is the order of the day.

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Some people never get out
Of the little box of their mind.

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Everything in your universe is arbitrary.

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Life’s drama seems to boil down
To assumptions being taken
Far too personally.

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Aging is about seeing your father or mother in the mirror.

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To be reborn is to see the world wonderously anew.

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Great havoc can come from living for what others think.

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You are the creator and destroyer of universes,
However many there may have been, or will be.

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What prevents your seeing the greatest vision?

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One of those days
When memories trigger
One after another.

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You are witness to the changing of your universe.

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Have you ever wondered
At the many common features
Of so many creatures upon this world?
How obvious we are cousins of the same origin.

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Into the sun and back again.

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Look closely, breathe deeply.
You may never experience this again.

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When it comes down to it,
Every single one begin anew
Every single moment.

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Even the most attentive
May fall from grace
Occasionally.

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Slowly but surely, humanity expands
To the given limits of this world.

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Keep on pushing that rock, you fool.

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As one philosopher in time is said to have said,
The only true philosophical question is suicide.

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Such a harsh reality that things so easy in youth
Become more and more challenging
With every passing year.

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Which came first, winter or spring?

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So much pondering dissolving.

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Too many terrains for memory to recall.

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What does forever really mean?

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How can you believe love is attached to any form?

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To fathom the unfathomable,
You must be unfathomable.

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A back burn for the fire raging out of control.

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There are those who feel and those who think.
Heaven and hell know the journey taken.

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All these words saying the same thing so many ways.

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What can you save in a dream?

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Without thought there would be no illusion of continuity.

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To simply be,
Without identification,
Is your true nature.

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Humanity’s course will not significantly alter
If ignorance does not surrender to a higher vision.

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The greatest club has always wielded the law to its own ends.

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Generally, the more you think you have,
The more you think you have to watch.

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All those others merely projections
Created by a vivid imagination.

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What unwarranted suffering
All the concepts of god have wrought
Upon life in this illusory sphere.

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Earth, wind, water and fire are what they are
Because they surrender completely to the moment.
Like an electrical circuit, it is resistance that defines the flow.

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Humanity’s arrogant egocentricity will be its undoing.

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Bury the dead and let them rest in peace.
Do not bring them back to your hell.

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Dust to dust, oblivion to oblivion.
All that remains is a temporary memory
In a few other journeys to the same graveyard.

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During those moments
When you are caught in time,
When you have mislaid your way,
When your attachment to the world
Has created the imagined havoc
Only a psyche in disorder can,
Look within, study resolutely,
Until all becomes apparent
And time again disappears.
Practice, practice, practice,
Until you are eternally eternity.

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Even the most enlightened
Stumble and fall countless times.

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The worship of personality,
Of the body, and all its attachments,
Is the route of fallen angels.

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It’s just a dream, real and unreal,
Temporary and full of empty meaning.
Relax and enjoy the show as best ye may.

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The knack for discernment
Is effortlessly hard-won.

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No point to it.

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All in your head, all in your head.

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If you can only listen to lies,
Then that’s what you’ll get.

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So close, yet so far.

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It starts and ends in you.

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You’re stuck now.

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The pettiness in which you enshrine
Your conceptual dualistic god
Is idolatrous blaspheme.
Unless you become that god nature,
You have merely enshrined the mind.

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What black box is not lightened once peered into?

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To heal the rifts in the human drama,
A new resonance beyond words
Must somehow come about.

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Any given scripture will mean
What you are ready for it to mean.

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Those who are ready will find it and perish.

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You are the center
Of a personal universe,
Which really has no center.

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Once you know your Self,
You know all there really is to know.

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The breath is the most apparent connection with the allness.

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Godness, oneness, allness, isness, nowness,
Amness, timelessness, spacelessness.
All choicelessly ness-ing away.

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The kernel of godness
Resides at the nucleus of your being.
Your fruition is a free-will matter
Born of a choiceless nature.

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Though it may often seem a hard journey,
It’s end is sweet.

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To be reborn into the spirit
Is not about belief or faith.
It is not a thought process.
It is an unquestionable realization
Prior anything the senses can ever discern.
It is a holy union with that which is eternal prior to all form and function,
Prior all time and space, prior to all concept and limitation.

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To know one’s godness as a manifest life form
Is a aspiration few will ever discern.
Though the many are called,
Why so few are inclined
Is the real mystery.

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Even when light
Is shined full force,
The blind cannot see.

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The void is not.

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All paradigms are creations
Of minds born of limitation.

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There is only one dancer dancing.

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The body is your vehicle to explore this manifest dream.
It is not meant to last, so treat it as gently as you are able.

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How foolishly, stupidly vain and unnecessary it is to be dogmatic.
What you truly are is the law and the lawlessness,
The principled and the unprincipled,
The king and the pawn,
The saint and the sinner.
Hypocrisy is the outcome for all
Pretending otherwise.

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You want so badly to live a spiritual life,
Yet when have you not?

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It is the mind that creates all blocks to reality.
When it ceases to function in separation,
One dances in a very different way.

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Even the greatest debilitation
Cannot cause separation
Without your consent.

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It’s just what you do.
No biggee, really.

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No sin is too great to bar the journey home,
Yet even the greatest angels sometimes stumble
Into the hell of consciousness wrought by time.
The mind is not something to toy with lightly.

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These words do tell
Of the spaceless timelessness
In which you truly dwell.

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Just doing what needs to be done,
And saying what needs to be said.

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On time and space we do depend,
At least until the journey’s end.

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Don’t grow up.
Grow young.

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You are, have been, and will be
Every form ever fashioned
In this manifest dance,
Yet your essential actuality
Can never be bound by any of it.

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How enjoyable, spaciousness.

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All claims to being anything
Are distortions of the ultimate fact.

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So easy to forget you’re supposed to be acting older.

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Are you free in your own mind?

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Do not assume all the other life forms,
And the elements of earth, wind, water and fire
Are caught up in the same identification
With time and space as you.
Their immediacy is Eden’s eternity.

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The Garden of Eden never disappeared.
You have simply lost sight of its eternal presence.
It was very apparent when you were a child,
And will be again if you grow old young.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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