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    Enlightened

    November 27, 2021No Comments
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    By Amaya Gayle Gregory

    Amaya Gayle Gregory
    Amaya Gayle Gregory

    You want, perhaps not consciously, your teachers, your gurus, to act enlightened, to fit your ideal of perfect, to never curse and god forbid they show their anger, their sexuality, their humanity. It’s not about them. It’s about you. If someone has achieved perfection, lives without pain and suffering, then it’s possible for you. Something inside you cringes when others share their doubt, when they acknowledge the humanity hiding behind the façade. You may even shun them, punish them for their audacity. 

    If you look and see only God then all your own doubts will wash away. 

    You have a picture of what it will look like when you too, finally attain the golden crown. Admit it. Life will fall magically into place and exceed your wildest dreams. Money will appear when you need it and whatever you want will be yours. You’ll never have to struggle again. Your health will right itself, aging will stop its relentless march, and people will look at you with new eyes, will want what you have. You will, at last, be happy, have found your elusive purpose … and after the hell you’ve experience, life will be good. 

    Is that close? 

    Life is an indescribable paradox – human and divine, finite and infinite, visible and invisible. No one is doing anything. Nothing exists separate from the paradox. It’s a play and what many call God with God, This, playing all the parts – the backdrop, the music, the script, the players, the audience, the accolades and boos. There is no you and yet you appear to be. You are all This; This is all and nothing at all. 

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    Not a bad trade-off. 

    Knowing this, living its reality, by some is called enlightenment. Enlightenment is just another act in the play and the actors are still playing a role. The only difference is they know it’s a role, that This is writing the script improvisationally. Life continues. Some are led to teach. Some withdraw to the top of a mountain. For some, nothing changes in the outward expression although the inner experience cannot but change. Some spend their remaining years living normal lives surrounded by those they previously dismissed, a penance of sorts, only not in the normal sense of the word, atonement, at-one-ment, recognizing God in all Its forms. 

    In this knowing, those awakened to the nature of their nature, are free, not free of the script, but free of the need to interfere. In that freedom is joy and happiness, peace and wonder. There is not two. I am the infinite eternal invisible in which the visible world appears; I am the finite world and a player on the stage of appearances. In that knowing is happiness, true unrestricted irrational unreasonable loss of the separate sense. The walls of separation, which were ever only mental constructs, drop and Life Simply Is.    

    And life goes on … messy precious wondrous challenging human imperfectly perfect life. 

    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.  www.amayagayle.com

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