Notes on getting intimate with reality

 The universe always says "as you wish"

It's the basis of our free will

As we are many projectors, the interferences with each other's movies happen.

Like in the cinema, the beam of light is empty in itself 

When we observe it, we notice the impermanence of all the images on the screen, and the stillness of the light

Time is still 

Images, facts, changes ..all seem to move

Learning happens through these images (karma shows when we miss the mark)

Some events are meant to increase our capacity or prepare us for a major breakthrough 

It's a relational based growth of consciousness 

Our focus is precious, and it is our power to write our own story.

(It works as an anchor, or like photography ..focus equals to the selected shots in a storytelling) That's why intentionality is so important.

Why we do what we do. 

Why we want what we want.

In all this impermanence...What can I fully say yes to?

We have misunderstood love for approval and validation, while love thrives in the expansion of resonance and self expression, it is beyond that impermanence too.

Our esteem for someone is at times conditional to their actions and consequences (and part of our shared karma). Other things come to play as our role is shaped by on our biological support system, we embody as human beings. Accepting the role is part of our soul training, it points to harmony and interconnectedness. The reason is done in such a way as life desires to be sustainable. That's the invisible song that designs two birds' nest for example, beyond their individual existence.

Reality exists beyond the impermanence of all the individual projections. Only with purity comes clear vision for the person. A larger view can show a scope we haven't seen before. 

If someone complimented my reasoning, it wouldn't be so  flattering, as I know the Devil's favourite distraction (sin) is vanity. Is there a craving and an attachment behind, or perhaps something they hope for themselves? Maybe this is ok too, if it is so. We are all feeding on something.

If someone only would say "She's liberated", in that I could stand still. We would look at the same beam of light, empty of images.

How does the bird know its song?

How and when I came to know what I write?