We are, this is, the higher level and the seemingly mundane or lower level. Laughing. The ideas of levels is one the ways the human brain splits apart this that is not two in order to try to grok what’s happening here.
No one really knows, no matter how smart or sure they sound. This is simply too big, if you can call infinite eternality big 😉 for an appearance of finite mortality to wrap its arms around. Isn’t that grand!
No matter how far we go, how deep we dig, how truly blown apart our mind appears to be, how many NDEs or out of body experiences we have, we cannot reach the limits of the limitless.
It truly is the cosmic joke and it’s a joke we play on ourselves. The we that is not two, sets up the perfect conditions to impersonate free will, separation, you and me duality, mortality and limitations, who knows what else, and turns that same self loose in the form of the world and a gazillion things, to run amuck, to fall in love, to make impossible choices, to play the game of life, over and over again.
When we think the world is finite, that we are mortal, that life is limited, we live a limited experience caught in the confines of what our society allows. When we see past the entrained viewpoint, the viewpoint that society demands of us to remain a member of the pack, all bets are off. At that jumping off point, we will only ever scratch the surface of what’s possible.
This is Mind’s game and it is not limited at all, other than by our seemingly personal and collective lack of imagination. The higher self we look to is ourself without the filters and scarcity that dampens down our experience of life.
It is all mind. Life can shift on a dime. So many things have happened in my life — and I’m guessing in yours too — that should not have been able to happen. I could make a list of impossible things that have been proven not to be impossible without much effort: Kenny physically moving me over a foot after his death; blasting kidney stones into smithereens with my hands and the power of love; seeing Ken standing in the tree, pruning branches, weeks after his death and viscerally feeling the shock wave as it raced past me; falling in love; puppy dogs, kisses and smiling eyes; feeling anything at all — life!
What are your impossible things?
Maybe, just maybe, they aren’t.
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. That said with a giggle, check out Amaya’s new book – Actuality: infinity at play, available in paperback and e-book at Amazon.
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