One sits and watches, judging not. Watching just as the sky observes clouds passing by. The chitter-chatter of the mind and most resulting words are “much ado about nothing.”
The thoughts arising are but mist, and the words spoken from this mist dissipate with the sun, meaning nothing. A substitute for Stillness. A substitute for the present moment. A desperate defence against the one thing the chitter-chatter fears the most: the stillness of God and the fountain of Love that is waiting to be accepted in this moment, if you were to see its illusory nature.
Resting as Presence, aware of all ego thoughts, emotions and perceptions. Silently aware. They all walk up to the House and knock. Yet, the Self in Christ remains unchanged throughout all these thoughts, emotions and perceptions.
What could all of these arisings be about? A light turns on. A realisation. The remembrance of Knowledge. One has only seemingly overlooked God. Like the light from a torch it cannot be seen by itself, and then seemingly misidentifies with what it is aware of, with what the torch shines on, which all can be seen as something separate from the light.
A desire to separate and claim a false, separate identity, to separate from the vastness and ever-flowing Love that is present at this very moment.
“This need not be,” God whispers.
This need not be! It was accepted and One recognised God as It is, resting as Itself. One doesn’t have to misidentify with a false sense of self. It can just as easily be overlooked, just as God can seemingly be overlooked for the false sense of self. The seeming amnesia of one’s Self in Christ is replaced with the acceptance of exuberant joy that this need not be!
Rest comes from waking. True rest in God Who never slept. Goals other than Grace are laid aside, now at rest in the gentle and joyous flow that everything is.
Peace is inherent in the Self which is of God. Rest as this. The thinking of the world is no more and is but seen as one and the same—illusion. Abiding quietly in Stillness. Nothing but blankets of Love.
The rivers have returned to the sea and one now joins with the Ocean. Two recognised as One, having never appeared as two.
Remember to laugh, Loved One. I love you!
❤ ❤ ❤
One Silent Mind 