ironharbor8 said:Our little back-and-forth discussions here are just as pointless, yet we persist. 😉 There is an answer buried somewhere in that contradiction, but what good does it do when the "I" keeps popping up? "I want this," or "I feel that." This persistent, annoying "I" constantly insists there is a connection between myself and everything "outside" of me, even though I haven't the slightest clue who I actually am. It's pure madness. 🙂
Last night, I dreamed I was homeless, and once again, I felt that familiar anxiety about where I’d sleep and how I’d survive. No matter how much or how little one possesses, there always seems to be some trivial distraction preventing true freedom of being. It feels like every resistance is futile. If only one could simply let the current take them, wherever it might lead...🤔
In my estimation, that is perhaps the wisest thing said in this entire thread.
The moment you find yourself dwelling on those thoughts—even if they come wrapped in questions—I suspect there is no fear left to be found...
ironharbor8 said:Our little back-and-forth discussions here are just as pointless, yet we persist. 😉 There is an answer buried somewhere in that contradiction, but what good does it do when the "I" keeps popping up? "I want this," or "I feel that." This persistent, annoying "I" constantly insists there is a connection between myself and everything "outside" of me, even though I haven't the slightest clue who I actually am. It's pure madness. 🙂
Last night, I dreamed I was homeless, and once again, I felt that familiar anxiety about where I’d sleep and how I’d survive. No matter how much or how little one possesses, there always seems to be some trivial distraction preventing true freedom of being. It feels like every resistance is futile. If only one could simply let the current take them, wherever it might lead...🤔
you will eventually reach that point 😉
even without reading Rhonda Byrne
I am actually reading *The Secret* for the first time... it is quite interesting how she speaks from her own lived experience.
For her, as it was for me once upon a time, that process unfolded entirely spontaneously... back when I would go looking for something destructive... some nonsense on the internet that would only plant seeds of doubt in my mind... and then, out of nowhere, my computer would simply shut down... just like that...
Yet, at other times, positive links from my favorites would open up seemingly by accident... truly, one time, a link opened itself... a mouse click occurred when I hadn't even touched the device... how? Who knows.
To me, all of this felt perfectly normal. ☕
Had it been someone else, or perhaps myself in the past, such things might have caused a shock.
What I mean to say is, once that "liberation" begins, it moves forward effortlessly... and seeing as you possess these internal impulses, I see there is no fear.😉