It’s relatively easy for spiritual aspirants seeking liberation from the fallen estate to recognize, embrace and assimilate the sine qua non consciousness mode of living as the One. But, it’s incumbent upon us also to consonantly recognize, embrace and assimilate Life in the One. Recognizing THAT comprises the initiatory Path’s higher levels.
In other words, although warm, fuzzy Oneness may be difficult to achieve for humans who have encased themselves in mountains of discord over the centuries,that spiritual task pales before the daunting task of challenging duality’s separative, in your face lies that fallen estate denizens encounter as their busybody, everyday lives. Lying, phantom forms pervade every level of the deep-state constitution whose clawing clauses ignorant humanity has adopted as their very own identity for oh, so very long.
Realizing the One merely enables you to step up to bat. Then comes the hard part of punctuating your base hits with double and triple baggers along with an occasional homer. Intrepid spiritual initiates even find it advantageous to steal a base or two by taking advantage of salutary energy in motion.
The initiatory Path is a hard, uphill battle to the extent that you retain fallen estate proclivities. Indeed, even those who may find it reasonably easy to live as the One must still, as master Morya counsels, be up and doing. In your normal, workaday life, you must learn to retain the Oneness you have assimilated, right while encountering difference. That is, you must learn to encounter difference as the flip side of your Real estate’s Oneness coin.
The Divinely Purposeful Dream
All difference, all individuality, soul, free will, maya, are entirely fantasies of the dreaming One. Even so…such fantasy affords the One its worthwhile, beginningless/endless quest.
Caught up inside their dreamy seeming, most people fixate upon outer perceptions. They assume without so much as a tingle of a thought that the objects they observe are different from each other and from themselves. Ascended Masters and spiritually astute fallen estate denizens observe things, too. However, they see only the One expressing a joyful multiplicity. They discount the phantom, vainglorious fakery that their ego uses to overlay Reality. If you wish to assume THAT as the One’s celebratory chorus, rather than to dilly-dally in maya‘s dukkha dungeons, listen up…up in your higher frequency Selfhood. Change egoic mindset to a heartset. Swap your obsessive fallen estate, glue-based foci for an appreciation of your ever-liberating Causal Body House of OM Energy HOME. I think the ad goes, “Fly the skies of United.”
In Reality, Fallen Estate activity Is Coincidence
Realize that all fallen estate difference and its apparent cause-effect activity is coincidence. Suppose that you kick a can, and it moves. Fallen estate natural law’s got your understanding covered. BUT! Only the One IS. You did not kick; and the can did not move.
Impossible, you say. But, continue to listen up.
Reality cascades plena. In the scientifically predictable fantasy, dream realm, stuff happens; be it poop (as the famous bumper sticker avers) or otherwise. “In” infinite mystery’s spontaneous cascade, ALL spontaneously enjoys Presence. NOTHING is what is Really happening in the mystery of Life. As the Great Silent Watcher, you can observe a kick and you can observe a can in your current moment’s akashic consciousness frame. In the cascade’s “next” frame, you can observe the imaginary “you” more apparently separated from the imaginary “can.” So, obviously, you kicked it, and it moved: NOT. Remember, infinite mystery is actually what is at play here. Elements of consciousness’s imagery do not cause other elements to do their parts. Each image frame expresses all of its components simultaneously, frame-by-frame, purporting its image as the summation of an infinite “number” of light’s cosine and sin waves combining according to their amplitudes and phases.
The Great Divine Director Master of Ceremony
Above all THAT, the Great Divine Director calls the shots and manages the God-Controlled cascade. Instantaneous images roll through consciousness as Life’s Cosmic Cross of White Fire. Each of these spontaneously present the One’s plenum as the crystalized fiery ambiance of Life’s mystery. (My spiritual pay grade is too low for me to be able to say exactly how that alchemically comes about. Moreover, if it were high enough to enable me to spill the beans, I imagine that I would not be authorized to do so. Hence, I guess you’ll just have to put your faith in gear if you wish to take what I am saying seriously.)
“You,” playing your part as Life’s mysterious stranger, magically appear in space-time as alchemically enervated consciousness. “You” seem to implement God’s joy-imbibing will as an instance of wholeness Beautifying the One as mandala. But…Of yourself you can do nothing, and nothing else “out there” is doing anything either. Remember, it’s cascading fixed imagery that’s caduceusly going up/down. The cascading Real imagery you enjoy celebrates the One Presence frame by frame as each moment’s mandala.
The fallen estate’s apparent cause-effect boondoggle tempts you to assume its dukkha-generating durance.
That You eschew.
THAT You embrace.
Even so, your refusal to play along with the fallen estate masquerade doesn’t mean that “you” are merely dead imagery.
You ARE Life’s mystery enjoying the show.
The show enjoys You, too!
I AM THAT I AM
You ARE the Great Divine Director transcending fallen estate law through your agency, sporting its animated logo: the spontaneous One evolving as Your Great Service.
To live free, you need to discern Life’s straight knowledge. Always acting as the One, THAT imputes holographic, in-formative difference to enjoy its Self-unifying caress. Yes, strangely believe it, Real spirituality IS caress. It IS Life’s mysterious Being: neither taking sides nor dissembling by dismembering the One’s I AM THAT I AM plena body. Both of those I AMs in God’s Name carry equal weight. So, don’t be stuck up! Don’t bow to bug-eyed glamor. Remain aloof as the Great Silent Watcher; else, dukkha-laden hubris can importunately grab you by the short-and-curlies. Your attention needn’t succumb to such impudent, disrespectful subterfuge.
Consciously living, I AM THAT I AM plays out your noble grace. You are Real, your grace. Your kingly/queenly Presence enthrones the One I AM. THAT dispels churlishly false gaming. Right here in your everyday life amidst THAT, your royal, alchemical marriage ascends each moment to occupy divine Love’s wedding bed, where Father I AM consummates Mother I AM’s evolving quest. The One’s kiss bespeaks our divine parents’ Sonny Word, declaring God’s Karma Is Something Special.
Yes, yes, yes. Divinity’s kissy joy is a special wisdom that inspires, respires and expires every moment of your Life.
Dirigible Dukkha Can Be Dissuaded
Indeed, every “thing” IS Beautiful. But go ahead. Try telling that to someone being tortured. Try eulogizing an event’s Beauty to someone being put upon by devils or a tornado. Not so easy. It’s one thing to “get it” from your couch or meditation mat. Quite another to keep it up when dukkha assails. Yet, self-immolating Buddhist monks and many martyrs have shown the stuff they are Really made of. My advice: Start right now to develop full-throttle momenta along the Middle Way’s freeway.
Life’s Polar Smoothie
Until you achieve unascended mastery, you’ll continue to bounce around somewhere between bliss and excruciation. Yet, even beset in such lukewarm wishy-washy traipsing midst gaping fallen estate traps, you can embrace radical Dzogchen at any moment to instantly assert victorious opportunity NOW. You can blend bliss and excruciation to imbibe as a smoothie that nourishes yourSelf in space-time as a middle-way agent of infinite mystery. You can crucify your egoic impostor, transmuting that fallen estate pretender-to-the-throne. Thereby, THAT will transfix your roseate Selfhood, centered as the white fire emblazoning your Cosmic Cross. Thereupon, everlasting beatific vision you magnetizes grace in and as the One. Accomplish THAT by perceiving the wholeness of each mandala frame of your Individually graced cascading plena. Let THAT take precedence in your “Who am I NOW” testimony. Fly. Fly. FLY.
Infinite Measure Activates
Difference’s Great Service
In Reality, manifest perception paradoxically measures infinity. THAT infinity-imbued paradox imparts Real Life to perceptively arrayed difference. Such alchemical vision is not merely some passive, receptive state. It is a manufacturing process of sorts. I say “of sorts” because its output is not a fixed product. It’s the observer’s conscious, living measuring stick. In other words, perception produces a mode of consciousness.
Nothing Neither Out There Nor In Here
That’s right! You perceive Real Imagery as the current frame’s living, alchemically active I AM THAT I AM mode of Being. There’s nothing Really “out there” to perceive. Everything you seem to be observing arises simply because your consciousness configures Selfhood within some frequency range. That seeming hard stuff out there appears hard to you only because the light your consciousness configures confronts a consensus reality in a frequency range they both share. Raising your consciousness’s frequency range, enables you to navigate through consensus reality’s “hard” substance like a jet fighter zipping around slower flying cargo planes. That’s how masters “disappear from their midst.” By surrendering lower selfhood to raise your vibes, or even by requesting a master’s alchemical, accelerating grace, you can don what the ascended masters refer to as the “cloak of invisibility. That high frequency cocoon disables lower vibe resonance with the wearer’s space-time abode.
Pronouncing God’s Name
Each moment, you name something. That is, you call it out by resonantly configuring its echoing I AM THAT I AM. You assume a mandala of Causal Body basic immaculate maya as a newly birthed mode of Being. It’s well to recall here how the poet Rainer Maria Rilke proclaimed his mission to Earth as nothing more than to name things. That is, he realized that he was here to render human perception Real by identifying All as modes of God’s own perception. Yes, yes, yes. Rilke’s mission is your own. We’re all here to produce measuring sticks by naming the One configuring joy.
Masticate Mountainous Surrender As
Spiritual Attainment’s Probiotic
Obviously, infinity’s THAT is immeasurable, for only the One IS. That’s why Being Real is paradoxical. Fearfully avoiding THAT paradox, consciousness within its own purview categorically slams THAT into seemingly hard and fast appearances. It seems to crowbar the One into duality’s bifurcated points of view. But…listen…can you hear it? Manifestation’s mighty mountain never fails to resound its victory. Its peak pervades every point. Your awareness can array victory ranging throughout your resounding communion. THAT shrinks your measuring stick to its timeless/spaceless, vacuous impulse. Thereby, the maya of false conception melts into its infinite provenance. Thereby, your imagery shines: Real and “rooted” in infinite mystery. Thusly nourished, THAT breeds Beauty’s Self-aggrandizing, Self-perpetuating fertility. Surprised by joy, THAT alchemical humility immeasurably puts the One in its place. THAT masticates surrender as spiritual attainment’s probiotic.
Surrender’s Many Modes
Heal your differences by letting the Om creep up on you silently beneath the din. Drink its sateen humming. Assume its prickly soft, saturating, stupefying awe. Drown yourself in your laughing wisdom sea. Refine the One’s everlasting. Fuel union with Self replenishing self-burning I AM THAT I AM. Surface your whole boat upon samsara’s sea, right up through its own periscope to find your oceanic grace caduceusly en-raptured. Yes, yes, yes. Resonant consonance I AM THAT I AM melts the elements, leaving them aglow.
Finding Divinely Personal Identity
Morya, Saint Germain, all Beings, though unique, are not different. They caress Their One I AM in concert. I AM THAT I AM chorales the anthem of their spheres. Each personality proclaims its personal-eye-tie with Mother’s ever-transcending womb. What is seen, what Being perceives at all levels, purveys differences that incite Her evolving joy. Even so, Her caressing love hugs so close and strong and Self-referent that her enervating mystery supplants diversified identity. Finding divinely personal Identity is entirely an exercise in surrender.
Indeed, “Who am I?” is a trick question. Resolving potential’s undulating surf, Mother’s Om waves and weaves your creative splurge upon Her placid sea. Recognizing THAT intrinsic joy, you ride its harmony as the Real McCoy. Infinity’s hillbilly hoedowns whirl and whoosh in and as You, oblivious.
Momentarily, Your Individuality, all One, boards Your phaeton. Cascading-moment steeds carry you about in and as the One enjoying a day out. Taking in a show on the broad way, infinite mystery finds you immersed in its ragamuffin plot. There, in fantasy’s agency, both heroes and villains explicate the possible. Mandala’s protagonists bring All to light upon your Worded pages. THAT multiform actor clads the One in a wardrobe entirely reminiscent of Soul’s eternal, omnipresent exploits. Thus, flourishing akasha’s differential events, Great Service prospers.
THAT Great Service, ever becoming You, comprises cosmoses. Yet, even an infinity of cosmoses do not compose the One. Only the One IS. However multitudinous, ever-evolving Presence isn’t foolhardy enough to attempt to imagine circumscribing its mystery. Such hubris confronts difference only to charge the One About Whom Naught Can Be Said with splitting the difference upon the cosmic mean to reveal twin flame union.
Infinitely Touching Difference
Being is capable of sustaining Causal Body light right here in space-time. You can avail yourself of the core opportunity to know and be known in and as the One by virtue of re-cognizing the One, even while perceiving difference. Each of us can understand that we are One. Yet, at the same time, we can reach out and touch someone else over there. But, if we reach out in a different direction, We won’t touch them. Since they don’t seem to be there, that touch will but fondle empty space. Thus, we and our surroundings appear to be focused in a particular place and time. Yet, we affirm, we unequivocally KNOW, that All is One. THAT paradox—difference proclaiming unity—is a BIG opportunity. In fact, it’s the ONLY opportunity that IS. It proclaims Individuality right along with free will’s encircling joy.
Failing to seize such opportunity, the rings of the Causal Body can be compared to dark matter potential. They can be cognized AS the One. But, until their potential is re-cognized in the One, they remain silent potential.
The wonderful part of it all is that this alchemy of you consciously writing your signature I AM THAT I AM is not solely accomplished in space-time. That is just your currently apparent footstool-kingdom abode. It’s the human sandbox milieu where the One creates a signatory momentum known as you. But the same signing, the same Causal Body growing, illumining, sustaining alchemy occurs, even after the final human initiation: the ascension in the light. As an Ascended Master, you continue to recognize Individual Self in ALL. You surf along on the initiatory process’s waves portending Hierarchy’s worlds without end or beginning.
Your ascension is your coming out/in party. Your debutante soul is introduced into the society of the One as one who is capable of writing her Name I AM THAT I AM. Yes, not only capable, but willing to always write naught but THAT Name. Oh, joy, that soul doesn’t have to wait for her coming out/in party ascension to begin to make her Real mark. High initiates pretty much do it all the time as unascended focuses of the One’s Selfhood, recognized in and as the One. Re-cognize Me, the One, every-where you look or touch I AM THAT I AM. We’ll go steady as sweethearts after THAT dance, even ever and ever forever One in our Name.
NOW is opportunity to learn this dancing joy. Do it now, before the jig is up; while it’s still down here in your neophyte realm. For the one thing that is not forever is your neophyte status. You have time—the realm of the footstool kingdom; and times—the seemingly endless (but, actually not so) cycles of your opportunities to learn your signature’s alchemy; and half a time—the extended after-school session mercy bequeaths to you to make up for enough of your ignorance to balance at least fifty-one percent of your imperfect karma. So, go ahead, gussy yourself up All enrobed in light. For your debutante ball opens upon your joyous pleasure as you ascend daily NOW.