Involuntary Life's Subtle Realm | Pine Cone

Is Life Predestined by Cosmic Will? | Sadhguru

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Death, as Mortal Creation is a voluntary vacation from Involuntary Life, the dissolution of Creation within Sovereign Sanctuary’s absolute unborn infinity vast beautiful breathtaking Universal Cosmic Light Existence Life’s Inner Realm before after-death Creative Intelligence Intuitive telepathic delicate tapestry’s innocent benevolent Subtleties inside for~every~where in timeless reverie. Say Whaaat?

Sovereign Sanctuary

Autonomy begins with switching allegiance from any creation relationship by renouncing co-creation illusions of fear, to our personal portable paradise Creator center of light and love within. Relating in favor of any creation is a step away from devotion to Spirit, as any priority of another mirror distraction increases our favor for our own arrogant creation. What makes a poet is the very breathing of poetry, so favoring, even a lover steals the heart of any poem intention away from Holy Spirit of creativity.

To have a friend comes from first, being that very friend intention, so to divide any intention toward Creator energy of freedom with some favorite distraction out in the illusion, robs the heart of a poet and limits any possible abundance. The first separation from a devotee’s light and love center Gateway to Heaven within, comes with joining a second devotee outside with a similar loving intention. Autonomy remains a Sovereign Sanctuary when any devotee breathes alone inside the very ‘poem’ of inclusive ONENESS in the Spirit of immortal Love, with no other possible ‘holding on’ distraction out in the continual clamor of creation’s din.

There is no politics, no imaginary power over another, no more narcissistic arrogance of fear and guilt of separation confusion that can hold a poet’s heart from experiencing the rhythmic sound of a lover’s heart beating for us all as One. Peace remains an immortal phenomenon of such Sovereign Sanctuary, and once experiencing autonomy within, there is not the smallest distraction of creation that can even tempt a devotee to exclude anyone.

The portal poet heart, the gateway within to infinite energy of Heaven, the all inclusive Omniverse of immortality, the only Love that enlightens all shadows foreverywhere, the all inclusive Spirit of delight and happiness, all abides within a devotee’s total Love for Creator, focusing inside one’s own portable paradise portal to immortal Love, the Personal Pineal Gland in the middle of Duality’s hemispheres of any one single autonomous and Sovereign Sanctuary devotee’s body and heart-mind.

Or; a poet could carry the burden of even one lyric all by itself transforming back into a word of language, more as another love object, objecting to any possibility of a Lover’s devotion back into fear again, and death again, and politics again, and guilt of separation again, and linear time again, and again, lost in outer space once again, in Duality stuck like a stick in the mud again.

Or; a true Lover of Creator energy could simply join together with only one other devotee to pretend together that immortal love can ever become possible holding hands ‘togather’ away from each, their center of light and love again, as if anybody can depend on another’s Pineal Portal Gateway, that can only assure another generation of time, and another life time to atone for the want of a need for some other want or a need, for anything but the total devotion to infinite and Immortal Love within the heart of Creator’s inclusive Holy Spirit of forgiveness and compassion for all.

Or; to have Sovereign Sanctuary comes from first becoming that very autonomous Sovereign Sanctuary, so to divide any intention toward Creator energy of freedom with some favorite distraction out into the illusion, robs the heart of a poet and limits any possible abundance. The first separation from a devotee’s light and Love center Gateway to Heaven within, comes with joining a second devote outside with a similar loving intention. Autonomy remains a Sovereign Sanctuary when any devotee breathes alone inside the very poem of inclusive ONENESS in the Spirit of immortal Love, with no other possible ‘holding on’ distraction out in the continual clamor of creation’s din.

The mother of all creation is fear and guilt of separation compunction, and since every new born’s mind infrastructure is learned in relationship with its first human nurturing, or lack of Spirit nurturing, then every co-created fear illusion relationship duplication/replication after Mother energies, only distracts a creation devotee all over, and over again. This can only mean that you are all my mother, and I am your mother too, not a living breathing poem from the heart of a Creator devotee, all inclusive as ONENESS in the Spirit of Immortal Love and Holistic Spirit nurturing.

When a poet falls in love with, even just one of the poems in writing, it’s no different than when falling in love with another human; both experiences duplicate devotion to similar mother fear and guilt infrastructure origins; and down comes the chicken coup on top of both sorrow filled hard ole heads. We not only become a clone of our mothers, but we co-create our clone mothers just like us, even before we pretend we get here in mother Duality linear continuation. Fathers fit in somewhere in Duality, but mostly as victim volunteers to play the third part left out in all family love triangles, and also to experience what they did to their partner last lifetime to try and Atone for getting lost in creation before as just another mother.

When we make love with a supposed lover, we actually are having sex with our mother, or our father replication clones, from our original non-nurturing as new born humans. Since the Dark elite have come and set men and women against each other, fathers have actually become ex-fathers, so when a woman is making love with a male partner now, she automatically feels abandoned from not ever really having a father present to pretend to have sex with. Women really are having sex with their mothers too, just like men, so the Dark have really screwed us all up, since men and father-soldiers really seem to have nothing to do except to shoot the gun, and hang around just to lift heavy objects.

We are all being played so badly, that there really is hardly any more motivation to even want to participate in our own demise here, except to express deep compassion for every single replication of everyone’s mother. Mothers all have it really bad, and fathers don’t have anything left to live for at all, except to also express compassion for every single replication of everyone’s mother. O M G, how can we possibly judge anyone who ever came here in all this horror and trauma? We can forgive a mother today, and forgive a man-less ex-father today for ever being a mother who tries to love a child without devotion to Creator, and hope like hell that forgiveness deepens compassion, and that compassion makes us all disappear into Ascension energy as ONENESS in the Spirit of Immortal Love.

Or; we can come here to simply learn to live loved again as a poet breathing in a Graceful Languid Rhythm, more as a Sovereign Sanctuary to Observe with compassion and Love, like a devotee of Spirit in favor of the experience from breathing poetry devotion. Sometimes when I write so much like this, I get to feel my helplessness, more from awareness of my inner struggle, so I want to admit that “I am frightened”. I have been so happy and delighted the last few weeks, and I think remaining too happy for too long stimulates fear and guilt from when my inner child was continually punished by envious parents, who even kept trying to kill me to quiet me, like the Dark did/do back with them, all together in creation, and still even now.

“Light of Day”

Wet of water
What is not wet in the ocean?
What is power in rivers?
Wet is wisdom no question

Light is the love of day
Rain drops are salmon eggs
Life is wet from the mountains
Peace is wisdom in the plains

We are the wet of water
We are the love of light
We are the power in rivers
Effulgent Peace in delight

If our forgiveness is Oneness ocean
Water is the Spirit in our forgiveness
What man is not wet inside or woman?
What center is not filled with light?

Death is a cosmic joke. If you get the joke – Sadhguru

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