We live in a world that teaches, expects, commands exclusion. Competition, boundaries, judgement, winners and losers, families – those we love and those we don’t, is built right in, the silent, or not so silent, operating structure of separation. What we are, what this is, is inclusion, simple, basic, all-in, never was two, actuality.
To quote Hamlet, “Ay, there’s the rub.”
The basic assumption, the given in life, sets up inevitable discomfort, the sense of disconnection and the ache of aloneness. They are built right in as long as we buy into the programming, and even then, with our rejection of what we have been taught, we are still operating from exclusion.
Whether we exclude our inner longings – naming them shameful; our fears – naming them something to overcome; humans – naming them others; or duality itself – naming it the problem, exclusion sets up the struggle, explaining it, maintaining it, sustaining it.
In separation, there is no way around it. There is no escape from separation and separation is just another name for exclusion. There is only the ability to see through it, to see what this really is, and even that is not an escape. Duality remains. Exclusion happens. It is the game … but the struggle is not a requirement.
Eventually we realize that everything we exclude causes pain, so we quite naturally, organically, include more: people who are different from us, longings left untended, fears unmended. As the ever-changing flow reveals ever more of itself, we realize that everything in duality is based in exclusion and we don’t have to exclude as much.
We discover that contrary to what we’ve believed, including hurts less, feels better, so we open wider. Inclusion instinctively opens into greater inclusion, opening our hearts and minds, our bodies and souls.
As the flow takes us to its ultimate revelation, ideas of self – of the separate one who opens, boundaries let down, limits to loving overcome, of winners and losers named – simply fall away, falling away simply. They are seen for what they are, the magnificent mirage shimmering within the body of love we are. Nothing remains to struggle against.
So the struggle ends. Don’t worry. There will still be roaring rapids and quiet waters, wondrous waterfalls and distracting tributaries to explore.
Seeing exclusion for what it is has a cascading waterfall effect, and the big fall can’t be avoided. You’ve always been headed straight for it. Life wants to show you what you are. It is always showing you what you are. When you are ready to see past what you believe you know, you will.
Can you hear the roar?
There is no appropriate bio for Amaya Gayle. She doesn’t exist other than as an expression of Consciousness Itself. Talking about her in biographical terms is a disservice to the truth and to anyone who might be led to believe in such nonsense. None of us exist, not in the way we think. Ideas spring into words. Words flow onto paper and yet no one writes them. They simply appear fully formed. Looking at her you would swear this is a lie. She’s there after all, but honestly, she’s not. Bios normally wax on about accomplishments and beliefs, happenings in time and space. She has never accomplished anything, has no beliefs and like you was never born and will never die. Engage with Amaya at your own risk.
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