Stream is Paramount to Drawing Closer
The self-made prison and the route to freedom.
Imagine a world where your mind is a once-pristine machine, now trapped in an endless glitch, a loop of invisible errors that erode your reality while you don't even notice.
This is the silent thief that robs most people of their joy, turning vibrant lives into shadows of disillusionment.
What if I told you the thief isn't fate, the devil, or even circumstance, but the relentless overstimulation we've invited into our brains, like a virus rewriting our code until chaos feels normal.
Day after day, we don't just endure the random whirl of thoughts, we unwittingly await them, anticipating their arrival with a mix of dread and fixation.
Fear of what's coming, judgment of what's passed, these become the twin pillars of existence, a self-imposed prison where the present moment slips away unnoticed. This is where you bring a being if you want to control it.
But the plot thickens: this mental barrage severs deeper ties. We lose our emotional harmony and physical grounding, drifting from our bodies as if they were strangers to us.
Hyper-focused on the mind's noisy theater, we abandon the raw pulse of our emotions and intuitive feelings, the spark of creativity, and the anchoring wisdom of our physical form, and the aeons of teaching it contains that we ignore.
The results from this mess?
A fractured perception, where true presence and centeredness become elusive myths.
This isn't reserved for the clinically tormented; it's a subtle epidemic woven into our society's fabric. In our hyper-connected era, we're bombarded by engineered storms of fear, confusion, greed, and doubt, all crafted to weigh down the soul, fostering docility amid hopelessness.
How is anyone expected to escape unscathed from this mess?
Yet, here's the simple truth: reclaiming control isn't about fighting harder, it's about surrendering more skillfully.
It's time to seize the reins of your time, your senses, your focus.
Merely surviving the day?
That's a slow descent into isolation and despair, a ripple that infects others with the same malaise, making you part of the problem; not just yourself, but to the entire system—here, you're definitely playing for the wrong team.
No, true liberation demands action now.
Absolutely REFUSE to be a passive pawn in the game's phenomena, whether internal whispers or external demands. This is the only way to join the right team, draw closer to the Source.
Even those around you, blind to their own chains, spread this "mind virus" unknowingly, amplifying its vicious growth. They, too, help the enemy; they work for the usurpers out of self-centered stupidity, because they haven't spent the time to truly investigate the nature of the problem well enough.
The antidote?
Begin with the breath, slow, gentle, natural.
Let it anchor your body and emotions, while granting your mind the gift of profound silence.
Dismiss every arising thought, no matter how seductive or urgent; they're illusions, distractions from the void.
In that stillness, totally dissolve anticipation.
Embrace the now, a vast nothingness brimming with all that truly exists. This is where the still, small voice emerges, not the thunderous chaos that fuels panic and urgency.
Disengage from the noise, and rediscover the pure stream of life force: effortless, relaxing, centered, crystalline.
This is the only state that unlocks doors to out-of-body journeys, lucid dreams made conscious, realities free from depression, anger, and victimhood.
It's the essence of meekness: recognizing we are nothing without the Divine. We think, act, feel, perceive, only by Grace.
Surrender the illusion of control, and watch the ego writhe, powerless, purposeless, stripped of authority—simply because you decided to work for good.
You can't serve two masters: the ego's folly or the Source's wisdom. Ego death isn't paralysis; it's rebirth through release.
Hand over the reins, one breath at a time, drawing nearer to truth while shedding falsehoods. Relax into the moment, let yourself be guided.
The ego's path? It's just a fool's burden, lugging invisible bricks of "responsibility" for every perceived wrong. How dare you consider yourself worthy of judgments, of yourself or anyone else? That's the height of ego masked in cleverness.
Surrender, and God delivers precisely what you need, when it's meant.
No more worrying, calculating, or conceptualizing, it's simply what is: simple, elegant, weightless.
To hear your Creator, tune in without ambition or haste. Just be totally present, ready for revelation on Divine timing. Everything aligns; things just work out exactly when they should.
So cease the fussing, the compulsions, the need to be right; haven't you figured it out yet; no one truly cares.
In the end, there's only your essence, the other's essence, and the One, Unique, and Unified who wove them all.
Would you dare lecture the Infinite on creation's flaws?
So then hide from Its Glory, as you should daily, instead of clinging to your flawed, self-made reality, one that's clearly failing, judging by your fleeting bliss.
If you're so smart, why are you so unsatisfied? Why are you so unhappy?
Stop pretending knowledge, superiority, or inferiority; judgment invites the same scrutiny from your Maker.
Stay meek, peaceful, present: This invites Grace, bridging wisdom and understanding through sacred knowledge.
Let go of the unreal past and future; they're just phantoms, they're ghosts.
Be here where everything is actually happening and nothing’s actually ”wrong”.
The only ”wrong“ happens after you've experienced something and decided you understand it well enough to judge it, or before it's arrived, where you're living in make-believe.
Be here; this is real.
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~ Bless You
