Thank heavens someone is giving me a ride to the Meet-Up because I lose track of time in this state. I might miss it altogether as I nearly did in the tenth sojourn in this space (Time 10) when I forgot a lunch engagement.
Grand thoughts arise. I can see that all is a process of letting go. The amount we need to let go will always be more than what we can see or imagine. Some of the resistance we carry exists out of sight, out of mind – we don’t know we don’t know about it.
There’ll almost always be more to let go of. Why not just make it a policy to first look at letting go?
I need to ask myself: Is there something I need to let go of?
In this space, there’s no time. A short interval in that “no-time” space and I completely forget what day it is.
There’s been a substantial interval between Time 10, when I was last in this transformed space, and this, Time 11. The mellowness I feel now is much greater.
This is a refined space – soft, gentle, silky.
I’m buffeted by every current of the tsunami of love. I feel profoundly impacted by each wave of cosmic energy.
And now bliss rolls in like a wave. I can feel the tide of evolution slowly moving forward in the changes I see in me.
Time and movement stop.
Past this point I cannot experience the experience and write about it. I must stop.