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  • True Existence

    There is no shape. Beyond here is ‘shapelessness’.
    There are no words. Beyond here is ‘wordlessness’.
    There is no meaning. Beyond here is ‘meaninglessness’.
    There is no time. Beyond here is ‘timelessness’.

    We form these things here. We invent our definitions in this place.
    And here, we are all artists.

    The nature of one’s perception is the nature of the world formed by his/her personal psyche.
    The nature of one’s truth is the nature of the colors, textures and patterns he/she has painted upon his/her individual canvas.

    Painting. Sculpting. Designing. Inventing. Producing. Directing. Creating.
    These are the occupations of all consciousnesses simultaneously.

    This is simply what we do here.

    What did you see? You are the inventor of the concept.
    What did you hear? You are the originator of the tale.
    What did you feel? You are the designer of the experience.

    You invented the actor, the witness, the performer, the spectator, the comedy, the tragedy, the hero, the villain, the cornfield, the scarecrow, the instrument, the music, the song, the season, the reason, the pen, the paper, the buyer, the seller, the consumer, the birds, the bees, that you perceived good or bad as you know it.

    It came from your paintbrush.

    They are your concepts and you observe the role-play of definitions of yourself, the myriad of your personalities, the demonstrations of your understanding, your interpretations of life, your representations of feeling and thought.
    This is the truth.
    Everything you think is from you.

    The world is a mixture of individual awareness, the compositions of unique and individual artists, and yet, its sum is your total personal awareness, for you dreamed your characters into being in the same way that other artists dreamed you to play parts in their masterpieces.
    We are pictures within pictures within pictures ad infinitum, separate yet inter-connected portions of existence, every part exalting the significance and supremacy of the total individual identity, co-existing as multiple gods presiding over the multiple realms we bring to life.

    So that everything you think here is what you truly believe exists.

    The world is your world as you perceive it. It is to every artist what the artist intends. It is the artist’s truth.

    See the world as you have never seen it before.
    In it’s true form.
    Know that it springs up inside you and your senses only perceive echoes and reverberations from the thoughts within.
    You create the world as you know it from your mind.

    Now when we hear of ‘shapelessness’ and ‘meaninglessness’ beyond this place some of us feel a sense of alarm. There is dread ‘at present’ for an existence without our trusted systems. Most fear an awful absence that waits for us beyond ‘our consciousness of the world’ and that it will snatch them into its void upon the ‘appointed time’ of their deaths.

    Be calm, anxious ones.

    We all are already totally immersed in the substance of life and existence.
    We were, we are and we will be.
    We are unfolding within it and unfolding it, creating within it and creating it, and perfectly comfortable within its layers and cycles. So comfortable in fact, that we hardly notice.
    We are already held in the eternal embrace of the beautiful unknown.

    The separation of your consciousness from the physical body you possess here will not separate you from existence. Death is a process within existence. You will be perfectly comfortable within and beyond this process and others to come in whatever nature the petals of your evolution may unfurl for you.
    The lifetimes in the physical bodies we perceive here are only layers or cycles if you will, floating within the great space that you are a part of, and no one need fear that their minds will be ‘out of job’ and lost in nothingness beyond them.
    You will not ‘lose your mind’ and see it ‘discarded without purpose’. There are ‘bigger jobs’ in existence to anticipate. Bigger jobs for you to employ your mind to in the creation of an ideal world right now as you understand these truths.
    Definitions, by your standards, will evolve, and this is even left to your own choice, while the eternal substance of living and creating remains the same.
    You cannot lose the world if you don’t want to. You are the world.

    And what must be understood in essence is that there is no approaching future to be anticipated, as much as there is no dreadful reality of death to fear. You are more than your bodies, living or dead. Your existence is not limited to the cycle of your use of them or your other trusted systems.
    The ‘future’ is already here; including whatever freedom you may begin to imagine, with perfect abandon, exists in ‘life after death’.
    To realize this is to feel your beliefs about the world shift as endless directions and paths you may take with your ideas and imagination come into view.

    I will repeat - the future is already here; including whatever you imagine exists after death. Everything ‘out there’ is here right now.

    The great ideas you can conceive for your consciousness beyond your body and trusted systems are already available. Let your desires for this moment roam free. It is time already to reach for the entire cosmos and bring it here into your world. The universe is your limit.

    Existence was, is and will be and you are a part of it.
    You already exist in ‘shapelessness’ and ‘timelessness’ in the present moment. You are only mostly too blinded and absorbed by your present, and sometimes unsatisfactory, creations; that rejoice in the strength and vitality you give them, to notice.

    So stop. Step back.
    Look at the world around you.
    You know everything you know about it because you know. You believe.

    Step back further. As far back as you can go.
    Look again.
    Look at it as the gigantic outer shell of your mind.
    See the brushstrokes of your thoughts holding up all of its structures.

    You form the shapes.
    You form the words.
    You form the meanings.
    You form the times.

    Close your eyes.
    Look inside yourself.
    Look at your infinite consciousness as an energy that evolves, expands and unfolds.
    See the truth finally, that you are living and creating from an Endless Source beyond your thoughts.

    You are without shape.
    You are without word.
    You are without meaning.
    You are without time.

    You come here from beyond in this very moment.
    Reach out and touch your true existence.
    Never let go.

  • A Spectacular Display of the Total Art of Fashion

    There was an amazing Victoria Secret Show at the Kodak Theatre, Hollywood.

    The vision begins; a luminescent sign catches immediate attention.
    For in the darkness above the rows of seated guests and against the backdrop of the brightly lit runway shine the huge golden letters S E above and X Y beneath.

    No better hint at what is to come.
    It is time to savor Victoria’s Secret.

    A wide screen parts to reveal an emerging white-winged angel.
    She drifts forward and rises up into the air above the catwalk.
    She blesses SEXY as she glides up past the golden letters and out of sight.
    Pause.

    Caroline Tettrani struts out and the walk of grace begins, another model close at her heels.

    Natasha Poly emerges.

    Gisele Bundchen now moves powerfully across the stage, her long gorgeous legs swinging back and forth and out of folds of cloth.

    The designs are immaculately detailed, each one sparking keen interest immediately as it glides out and down the mirrored floor.

    There is a poignantly feminine style about the tailoring.
    Some purple and pastel colors and then some satin and sheer fabric, glamorous and flippant at once on the exquisite dressy negligee outfit pieces fixed together.

    Gisele comes out again. She looks magnificent.

    These beautiful designs spiral from a collage of feather plumed petticoats laced only with the live Scottish bagpipe themed music that is playing in the background to the house’s trademark diamond cut curve of sexy and absolute couture.
    ‘So cute, you won’t believe there’s no lace’ comes to mind.

    There are nicely perked brassieres trimmed in feather and naughty, barely there bottoms hooked up and sliding at angles across the girls’ behinds.

    The flow is endless. It’s impossible to choose a favorite piece.

    And then a choir appears in the glowing white panel of brackets at the centre of the stage behind the models.
    The girls move on gracefully between the rows of mesmerized onlookers.

    The musicians sing along to the music, swaying rhythmically in their white, long sleeved robes and raising their voices. It’s such a fully holy and unexpected sound. It’s perfect.

    But there’s more.
    Suddenly showers of confetti fall over the runway.

    One can hardly notice the photographers and their flashing cameras now. In the shadowed front row Paris Hilton is delighted, laughing as she and a friend brush off confetti.

    The crescendo has peaked.

    The choir disappears into the white light.
    Justin Timberlake’s Sexy Back starts to blare loudly from the invisible speakers.

    The last of the winged and plumed models are striding out.

    So soon it comes to an end.

    Up above the lone angel that had ascended the heavens drops slowly downwards.
    She lands silently on the long mirrored floor edged with sparkling light.
    The angel drifts back through the doorway she and the girls had emerged from, drawing back the tide of beauty behind the large divided screen.

    The music plays on as the panels draw together. The screen slowly slides shut and the light blazes out.

    Only the golden letters S E X Y above remain.

    An enormous absence is felt.

    A spectacular display of the total art of fashion has just been witnessed.
    Thunderous applause.

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