Guest guest Posted May 5, 2006 Report Share Posted May 5, 2006 around 7 pm, the ocean is freakin` filling with light. No more birds, no more rocks, no more edges nor pattern or foamy waves, all gone swallowed by a huge bubble of unforgiving light... And it is screaming something at me.... Patricia Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 5, 2006 Report Share Posted May 5, 2006 And it is screaming something at me.... > > Patricia > That is an echo of a memory. When you are falling......let go of the air. toombaru Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 5, 2006 Report Share Posted May 5, 2006 Nisargadatta , OConnor Patricia <gdtige wrote: > > around 7 pm, the ocean is freakin` filling with light. > No more birds, no more rocks, no more edges nor pattern or foamy waves, all gone swallowed by a huge bubble of unforgiving light... > And it is screaming something at me.... > > Patricia Is it because you are attached to the birds, rocks, and foamy waves being there? I've experienced what you seem to be describing many times, except for the screaming part. There is an experience of Now that is *so* immediate, *so* vitally present that the " content " is as washed away in the brightness. The " screaming " then, it seems, must be your resistance. Because whatever it is, from your description it is clear you *are* resisting. As if you were to say, " Give me the Now, whatever it presents. But *don't* take away my birds! " Bill Note: trouble getting my messages to post here with other id, so trying this one. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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