Articles of impeachment against the “President” have been introduced and I’m exploring inner consciousness. I go where I’m guided.
I’m exploring the state I earlier called “space” and I find it to be indistinguishable from what I also earlier called “maturity.”
Within “space,” I am, without any interference from the ego.
If I’m being truly “spacious” – not some kind of mock space that the creators of trends and fashions may do with the notion, but true spaciousness – then the way has been cleared for my natural Self to shine through.
What could be more mature – or spacious – than my natural Self? I already know it to be pure and innocent. (1)
So I have some pre-existing benchmark or yardstick to measure by.
I recall that Franklin Merrell-Wolff called his groundbreaking study of the higher dimensions Pathways Through to Space. (2)
As an aside, Michael told me that Merrell-Wolff was ascended before he set pen to paper. He reached the Eleventh Dimension while still in the body. I’ve never heard of anyone else who did that except avatars. (3)
What is this “space” that Merrell-Wolff explored?
I go in and out of a lower-dimensional version of it, making notes. I’m not going to go as deeply into it as I otherwise might. But this is the job – not to jump in and dive as deeply as possible but to dive and then surface and write about it.
I feel my commitment to maturity stabilizing my mental and emotional sides. Buttressed by that commitment, I dive as deeply as I can into space, knowing that I’ll emerge to write.
I sense that this is a dynamic version of stillpoint. This is stillpoint in action.
My experiencing this space (A) results in my being in stillpoint while (B) fully able to act. I don’t feel a need to be in meditation to be in stillpoint so long as I’m in the experience of spaciousness.
When I breathe into this space, at this moment, I feel clouds of bliss arise – from my heart, I imagine. Yes, it must be because when I write that I felt more bliss arise.
And yet I stand off, observing the bliss and even feeling it, but … somehow aloof from it all the same….
I hear Sosan: No preferences. But it’s hard not to prefer bliss. And yet I have to choose: Enjoying bliss or going deeper.
Who is enjoying bliss?
The purpose of life is to know who we are. When one of us realizes itself, God meets God and for that meeting was all of this created.
How can I know who God is until I know who I am? Right now, who I am is space.
(1) See “Original Innocence,” September 21, 2018 , at https://goldenageofgaia.com/2018/09/21/original-innocence-2/.
(2) Franklin Merrell-Wolff, Pathways Through to Space: An Experiential Journal. New York: Julian Press, 1973.
(3) Sri Ramakrishna for example. See Swami Nikhilananda, trans., The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna. New York: Ramakrishna-Vivekananda Center, 1978; c1942.