Transcendence

Wild gorse in Ireland

Transcendence is passing through death

First you enter the nothingness and then the nothingness enters you. Soon you realize the only consistency is the nothingness from which all things apparent arise. Do not be moved by any of it. Just stay observing, even without the attention of there being an observer. This will take you deeper until eventually you break through the threshold. Once it is broken there is no turning back. Here you finally transcend the partial world of organized religions, schools of philosophy and whatever ideologies that may have served you along the way. Here it is known these mind-plays have only been pointers to the unknown. At the moment of transcendence all of these pointers lose their potency. You are now the lone swimmer in this vast cosmic matrix, alone yet one with the universe. Stillness is your only mantle. This is stepping into the void, the vast unknown. Courage and fortitude sustain the consciousness that you are.

All beliefs are discarded. Now you see through the folly of dogmas, the mind of the masses repeatedly misinterpreting the message of the prophets and visionaries. Do not waste your precious energy trying to live up to expectations of others lost to their particular stories. Right here in your direct experience you see in your being that all their stories are mind-weed trying to escape from the inescapable nothingness. For most of us it takes imminent physical death to see it. If this is where you are right now, this is where your story ends. Being consciously awake at the imminent death of the body, now you know. Here, all is inexplicably seen. At this point, it is fingers open, total relaxation, letting everything go.

Now all is clear, the world arising within the pulse in matter imprinting an assumed permanence which is the human mind, the beliefs as the many gods of humanity taking psychological form to sustain our projecting worlds, the social structures taking root as protection against the fear of the piercing truth. No other life form knows such fear. It enters only through the human mind. It is real, but only real unto its own unreality. Now you know that love is no part of it, for this world of the mind is an imposition on the natural purity of the womb. You clearly see your world is not life, nor can it ever be it. You are almost home, no more pretentiousness, no more trying to live up to an image. Physical death is about to return you to life, the consciousness that you are, while your mind as person with all its importance disappears forever through the dust of the body. How blessed you are if you are one of the rare few having passed through this death and here be the presence being it.

Source: Being in the Now at AMAZON BOOKS

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