Everything is energy, is consciousness, the body included. Experiencing is the energetic patterns of perception and sensation, thought and feeling. Experiencing … energy … consciousness … awareness, there is only isness., only this that is.
Well that is … if you don’t take ‘is’ too seriously.
There is no body separate from mind, no mind or body separate from spirit, no experience separate from the experiencer. What happens at any level happens at all levels – body, mind, world, spirit. They are different appearances in experiencing, but not separate.
What happens to me, happens to you, happens to the world, whether you realize it, whether you feel it or not.
When I see hospitals overflowing with humanity, with patients in need, with wounds to tend and aches to soothe, I see a world on a ventilator. When stress arises and I struggle to breathe, I feel tension in the lungs of life, the trees and plants. Every being on Earth is a symptom of the planet’s health, of this world’s alignment with the actuality.
The solutions, if they are to arise for this wondrous 3D experimental experiential, will not come out of the material mindset. That is the illness not the remedy.
This amazing designless design we are though, is incredibly robust. The unwinding happens naturally, just like seeing through the delusion of separation, just like everything known or knowable. The inner displays as the outer, personally and collectively, so as experiencing shifts the inner landscape the outer must shift as well. The manifestation pipeline empties and refills with its perfect mirror images, with its couldn’t-be-otherwise reflections of grandeur, be it echoes of the self on hospice or infinite aliveness embodied.
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. It’s actually much better than we can imagine. 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 … and she is. Love a paradox and life is nothing, if not paradoxical. 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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