
Present Experience.
Undivided.
Happening by Itself.

Present Experience.
Undivided.
Happening by Itself.

This is about The Everyday.
Sacks Of Potatoes.
And Washing Up.
The Everyday.
Is The Divine Expression.
There is no separation.

There never was a separate self.
A Belief in a separate self.
Perhaps.
But.
There never was a separate self.

Every apparent Thing.
Is simply.
A Variation of Perfection.

Everything existing.
Is the ever changing Expression.
Of Natural Energy.
The Absolute Universal Undivided Intelligence.
The Absolute Universal Undivided Creative Force.
The Cat wrecking the Christmas Tree.

Life.
In all its Glory.
Is all there is.
Always.

The Next Gust of Wind.
Arising seemingly.
Out of nowhere.
No doer.
A Natural Happening.
So too.
The Next Thought.

It’s always the case.
That it’s simply.
What Is.
Simply.
What’s Happening.
It’s always the case.
That there never is.
And never was.
A separate someone.
Making it happen.

I am.
The all inclusive.
I am.

The Sun.
Is always burning.
Maybe it’s not obvious.
Where The Body is located right now.
But The Sun.
Is always burning.
The Happening Of The Body.
Is not separate from.
The Burning Of The Sun.
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This is my Soul in the innermost heart, smaller than a grain of rice, a grain of barley or a grain of millet.
This is my Soul in the innermost heart, greater than the Earth, greater than the aerial space, greater than these worlds.
This Soul, this Self of mine is that Brahman.
— Chandogya Upanishad 3.14.3 – 3.14.4 ~600 BC