Falling Into God

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Dear Friends,

 

For the second day in a row I experienced the most interesting thing when I

was semi-conscious and napping in my chair. I fall asleep with the deepest

closeness to my Beloved in thought. I fall asleep with God the only thought,

so much so, that everything I hear, feel, smell, sense in any way at all,

gives rise to God-thoughts, always. Television voices, no matter what they

are saying, be it news, a sitcom, an advertisement, a sermon of the

Christian network, all become the voice and sound and messages to me from

God. Sounds of nature from through the windows, the wisdom from the books

around me, all THINGS created and uncreated offer God-thoughts only. Now I

know that this sounds like pure madness, but it is so. Today as I was just

conscious in "some other Elsewhere" yet aware of my body in the chair, the

fact that Eric was sitting across the room from me, all the things around me

were perfectly clear and a part of me in some weird strange connecting way.

As I was about to come into waking consciousness, just "floating" in that

'space' of consciousness, contemplating the beauty of this experience and

how I was going to tell Eric all about it when I awakened, I all of a sudden

said to myself, "I AM God." (This is the Beloved before you now.) "Fall into

ME." I was so swept into a bliss unimaginable, the overwhelmingness of the

Awareness was too much for me to withstand, and I snapped awake and the

'entering' into, the 'falling' into God was abruptly halted. I do not mind

this, for in that split-second of Awareness, I came to touch something so

beautiful, so sweetly divine, I am filled with God and this Love we are, you

and I. We are drenched in THAT and so full with Love. Beloved is All and

All, All in all. And we are That. You are such a sky full of fireflies! You

are an orchard of leafless persimmon trees covered with white moon moths on

every twig and branch and orange, round fruit! You are all future harvests!

Beloved ones, deer leaping through my mountain glen, all forms of worship, I

bow to this Love you've offered me through this wonderful and so beautiful a

friendship. I am alive with this meeting! This loving is an opening to Light

and Song, and Dancing in the streets! Sailing across seas frozen for months,

breathing in the herb garden on a patio on Santorini Island, wading in a

cold, mountain stream beneath a singing waterfall, all this, all this and

more, you are to me. There is a waterfall high up in the local mountains,

accessible only by hiking up a river, the Feather River and along the

river's edge or along it on rafts or such. It is called "The Big Hole." It

is an enormously deep pool of water, dug out from centuries of this

waterfall rushing over the granite cliff. And this place is one place that

as a child and into this time as an adult has drawn me into near-trance

states when being there. It simply held me in its watery embrace so full of

deep longings and buried memories. I am wiped spotlessly clean, stained

deeper than deep knows to go, buried under mounds of, heaps of memories and

clingings and longings, lifted from everything that isn't the Beloved One's

Pure Self into Perfectly Clear Awareness - all this and more is what He

gives us daily. You make my sacredness know itself again. Love? Look to your

own heart. Look and listen and feel and become swallowed, dissolved into

that Loving Lightfriend beating there. This love is the train whistle I have

heard for so long, calling me Home to the Beloved.

 

Love, Peace,

Mazie (with winter-blossoming plum offered, a twig, not broken)

 

 

 

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Wonderful, Mazie! I am so joyful for you!

 

Love,

Dharma

>Dear Friends,

>

>For the second day in a row I experienced the most interesting thing when I

>was semi-conscious and napping in my chair. I fall asleep with the deepest

>closeness to my Beloved in thought. I fall asleep with God the only thought,

>so much so, that everything I hear, feel, smell, sense in any way at all,

>gives rise to God-thoughts, always. Television voices, no matter what they

>are saying, be it news, a sitcom, an advertisement, a sermon of the

>Christian network, all become the voice and sound and messages to me from

>God. Sounds of nature from through the windows, the wisdom from the books

>around me, all THINGS created and uncreated offer God-thoughts only. Now I

>know that this sounds like pure madness, but it is so. Today as I was just

>conscious in "some other Elsewhere" yet aware of my body in the chair, the

>fact that Eric was sitting across the room from me, all the things around me

>were perfectly clear and a part of me in some weird strange connecting way.

>As I was about to come into waking consciousness, just "floating" in that

>'space' of consciousness, contemplating the beauty of this experience and

>how I was going to tell Eric all about it when I awakened, I all of a sudden

>said to myself, "I AM God." (This is the Beloved before you now.) "Fall into

>ME." I was so swept into a bliss unimaginable, the overwhelmingness of the

>Awareness was too much for me to withstand, and I snapped awake and the

>'entering' into, the 'falling' into God was abruptly halted. I do not mind

>this, for in that split-second of Awareness, I came to touch something so

>beautiful, so sweetly divine, I am filled with God and this Love we are, you

>and I. We are drenched in THAT and so full with Love. Beloved is All and

>All, All in all. And we are That. You are such a sky full of fireflies! You

>are an orchard of leafless persimmon trees covered with white moon moths on

>every twig and branch and orange, round fruit! You are all future harvests!

>Beloved ones, deer leaping through my mountain glen, all forms of worship, I

>bow to this Love you've offered me through this wonderful and so beautiful a

>friendship. I am alive with this meeting! This loving is an opening to Light

>and Song, and Dancing in the streets! Sailing across seas frozen for months,

>breathing in the herb garden on a patio on Santorini Island, wading in a

>cold, mountain stream beneath a singing waterfall, all this, all this and

>more, you are to me. There is a waterfall high up in the local mountains,

>accessible only by hiking up a river, the Feather River and along the

>river's edge or along it on rafts or such. It is called "The Big Hole." It

>is an enormously deep pool of water, dug out from centuries of this

>waterfall rushing over the granite cliff. And this place is one place that

>as a child and into this time as an adult has drawn me into near-trance

>states when being there. It simply held me in its watery embrace so full of

>deep longings and buried memories. I am wiped spotlessly clean, stained

>deeper than deep knows to go, buried under mounds of, heaps of memories and

>clingings and longings, lifted from everything that isn't the Beloved One's

>Pure Self into Perfectly Clear Awareness - all this and more is what He

>gives us daily. You make my sacredness know itself again. Love? Look to your

>own heart. Look and listen and feel and become swallowed, dissolved into

>that Loving Lightfriend beating there. This love is the train whistle I have

>heard for so long, calling me Home to the Beloved.

>

>Love, Peace,

>Mazie (with winter-blossoming plum offered, a twig, not broken)

>

>

>

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>

>All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights,

>perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and

>subside back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not

>different than the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of

>the nature of Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is

>always Present. It is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know

>the Heart to be the Finality of Eternal Being. A true devotee

>relishes in the Truth of Self-Knowledge, spontaneously arising from

>within into It Self. Welcome all to a.

>

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, Dharma <deva@L...> wrote:

> Wonderful, Mazie! I am so joyful for you!

>

> Love,

> Dharma

 

 

Dearest Dharma,

 

May your health and vigor increase soon. Here is Rumi from "The Soul

of Rumi" -

 

 

A Song of Being Empty

 

 

A certain sufi tore his robe in grief, and the tearing

brought such relief he gave

 

the robe the name faraji, which means ripped open, or

happiness, or one who brings

 

the joy of being opened. It comes from the stem faraj,

which also refers to

 

the genitals, male and female. His teacher understood

the purity of the action,

 

while others just saw the ragged appearance. If you want

peace and purity, tear

 

away your coverings. This is the purpose of emotion, to

let a streaming beauty

 

flow through you. Call it spirit. elixer, or the original

agreement between yourself

 

and God. Opening into that gives peace, a song of being

empty, pure silence.

 

 

Love to you Dharma, Peace,

Mazie

>

> >Dear Friends,

> >

> >For the second day in a row I experienced the most interesting

thing when I

> >was semi-conscious and napping in my chair. I fall asleep with the

deepest

> >closeness to my Beloved in thought. I fall asleep with God the

only thought,

> >so much so, that everything I hear, feel, smell, sense in any way

at all,

> >gives rise to God-thoughts, always. Television voices, no matter

what they

> >are saying, be it news, a sitcom, an advertisement, a sermon of the

> >Christian network, all become the voice and sound and messages to

me from

> >God. Sounds of nature from through the windows, the wisdom from

the books

> >around me, all THINGS created and uncreated offer God-thoughts

only. Now I

> >know that this sounds like pure madness, but it is so. Today as I

was just

> >conscious in "some other Elsewhere" yet aware of my body in the

chair, the

> >fact that Eric was sitting across the room from me, all the things

around me

> >were perfectly clear and a part of me in some weird strange

connecting way.

> >As I was about to come into waking consciousness, just "floating"

in that

> >'space' of consciousness, contemplating the beauty of this

experience and

> >how I was going to tell Eric all about it when I awakened, I all

of a sudden

> >said to myself, "I AM God." (This is the Beloved before you

now.) "Fall into

> >ME." I was so swept into a bliss unimaginable, the

overwhelmingness of the

> >Awareness was too much for me to withstand, and I snapped awake

and the

> >'entering' into, the 'falling' into God was abruptly halted. I do

not mind

> >this, for in that split-second of Awareness, I came to touch

something so

> >beautiful, so sweetly divine, I am filled with God and this Love

we are, you

> >and I. We are drenched in THAT and so full with Love. Beloved is

All and

> >All, All in all. And we are That. You are such a sky full of

fireflies! You

> >are an orchard of leafless persimmon trees covered with white moon

moths on

> >every twig and branch and orange, round fruit! You are all future

harvests!

> >Beloved ones, deer leaping through my mountain glen, all forms of

worship, I

> >bow to this Love you've offered me through this wonderful and so

beautiful a

> >friendship. I am alive with this meeting! This loving is an

opening to Light

> >and Song, and Dancing in the streets! Sailing across seas frozen

for months,

> >breathing in the herb garden on a patio on Santorini Island,

wading in a

> >cold, mountain stream beneath a singing waterfall, all this, all

this and

> >more, you are to me. There is a waterfall high up in the local

mountains,

> >accessible only by hiking up a river, the Feather River and along

the

> >river's edge or along it on rafts or such. It is called "The Big

Hole." It

> >is an enormously deep pool of water, dug out from centuries of this

> >waterfall rushing over the granite cliff. And this place is one

place that

> >as a child and into this time as an adult has drawn me into near-

trance

> >states when being there. It simply held me in its watery embrace

so full of

> >deep longings and buried memories. I am wiped spotlessly clean,

stained

> >deeper than deep knows to go, buried under mounds of, heaps of

memories and

> >clingings and longings, lifted from everything that isn't the

Beloved One's

> >Pure Self into Perfectly Clear Awareness - all this and more is

what He

> >gives us daily. You make my sacredness know itself again. Love?

Look to your

> >own heart. Look and listen and feel and become swallowed,

dissolved into

> >that Loving Lightfriend beating there. This love is the train

whistle I have

> >heard for so long, calling me Home to the Beloved.

> >

> >Love, Peace,

> >Mazie (with winter-blossoming plum offered, a twig, not broken)

> >

> >

> >

> >_______________

> >Join the world's largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail.

> >http://www.hotmail.com

> >

> >

> >

> >/join

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places,

sights,

> >perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in

and

> >subside back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are

not

> >different than the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of

> >the nature of Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is

> >always Present. It is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis

know

> >the Heart to be the Finality of Eternal Being. A true devotee

> >relishes in the Truth of Self-Knowledge, spontaneously arising

from

> >within into It Self. Welcome all to a.

> >

> >

> >

> >Your use of is subject to