activations

Belongingness is one thing; but beyond that there is knowledge and self-actualization. At the next levels, things are enhanced, and lit up. So, moving around these more intrinsic ways, not the externalized colloquial generic ones . . . there are deeper levels of experiencing Reality here, keeping one’s motivations moving in that direction.

“Man cannot ever forget his essence. That essence is devoid of all illusions and delusions, and is the perfect intelligence.” Suhrawardi

Break on through to the other side . . . some”pre” in time.

I saw a golden strand of people and intelligence emerging from the distance, then there was a woman in grey clothing moving in from the left. When my sister showed up at Starbucks, and outside . . .

When I was wondering what I could do, I saw this linear space, corridor, with a certain energy and feeling. Then, there it was, at Starbucks.

Some foci following various earlier “re-directions of intent” . . .

Following the inner movements of intent and consciousness, I was a dog prancing by. As if I was floating in the sky, it was like a balloon, with a string connected to a luminous collection of energetic stuff below me.

“Considering” while I was in that conscious space . . . a small desk showed up . . .

Considering that woman’s orientation, symbolically, a neck bracelet with a grayish stone appeared.


So, beyond those external configurations, a more essential internal activation, interpretation, of Gerry, like a ship sitting on pristine still blue water, with a connection to a more open expansive space emerging, with better feelings . . .

There was that photo though . . .


These activations . . . that’s the unique me . . . beyond these attempted external controls, symbols.


Subtle presence, facing me, when I was sitting. A crowd of grayish geometric entities moving in and filling up my internal space . . . I could sense and feel all of them and me.

What are we working on?


So, rather then the conscious and unconscious, and shadows, I’m talking of the “multifaceted” Self . . . the Gestalt.


 

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