 PRESENCE precedes Essence ~
The Essence, that we call the Soul. It is the Pre-Essence of the ESSENCE ~ The Essence, that we call The Whole. It's also the Pre-Sensor of the Senses, In fact, Creator of them all. Thus PRESENCE, in its essence, is the Essence Of EVERYTHING~WHAT IS~THE ALL. For if there was no PRESENCE ~ Being, Present ~ There would have been nothing above all. However, nothing comes from nothing. And this is so, in all dimensions, planes or forms. Therefore, ESSENCE is CONSCIOUSNESS in PRESENCE, And PRESENCE is nothing but THE ALL.
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 Celebrate Life,
Don't mourn Death, If you want to BE/FEEL alive. Celebrate Death, Stop mourning Life! Don't BE/COME a living dead. When the bright light comes With the morning sun Past the darkest moment gone, (Please remember right,) You will be reborn To know your Truth inside, And that Everything's THE ALL. That THE ALL is kind, That THE ALL is bright, That THE ALL is left and right, and all -- You will clearly see And you will find out That your WILL is ALL there ever was & ever is...  Truth is not finite.
Nor is it absolute, let alone obsolete. Although at times it might seem to be absolute and obsolete. Truth is not a finite destination. (Although at a certain level it is) It is being revealed moment by moment, by moment... AS IS. Truth cannot be "found forever", and then - "job done, that's it!" It is a CONSTANT that constantly IS, and is constantly changing and changes. As simple as this... As I was listening to The Human Design Rising Phoenix podcast, this insight silently emerged in me...  And then this poem was created... Contemplating Innocence these days...
From Innocence I got to In•No•Sense. And In•No•Sense makes sense to me, In the sense that Innocence is (maybe) meant to be. INNOCENCE invites one to go IN... IN, IN, IN ~ deep into a state of NO-SENSE. Where space is spaceless, And time is none. And form is formless, And Truth is One. Where WHAT IS is just That, Which IS, Dancing at the tune of Unity. Where one don't need no senses, for they KNOW. They know, because it all makes sense within THE ALL. Makes sense, yet makes no difference, for IT is WHOLE. In sameness, and in difference ~ it is THE ALL. Behold in Innocence, and you will see How everything emerges, emanates From Thee. This what Innocence is all about? I wonder, but I wonder not. For when it comes ~ (or better yet) ~ when I arrive, I know that I will know I know. Until then, through my senses, "I" i.e. the Consciousness ~ will flow.  Our Roots are in the Stars.
Our Heritage, contained in the Bosom of the Earth. Our future is guided by both Heaven and Earth, Yet, what will it be, depends on who we Are Being and who we are Choosing to Be. Our Past will always be our Present, Unless we get rid of the 'trash'. Our Future will always come uninvited, Unless we own what we start. No-one can take away from you What You Tuly Are.
If you feel someone is taking away something from you - let them! What can be taken away from you is NOT What You Truly Are, For no-one can take away from you What You Truly Are. No-one can harm you or hurt you, if you Are Who You Truly Are. If you feel someone is hurting you - let them! Whatever hurts you is NOT Who You Truly Are, For no-one can harm you or hurt you, if You Are Who You Truly Are. No-one can deceive you or fail you, unless you lie to yourself. If you feel someones's deceiving you - thank them! Then go back to finding out where you stand as regards You True Self. The Sky on its Eternal, Ethereal Quest... What are the questions that still need to be asked? What wants to be created? What if... we trusted the Unknown to guide us? ✨ How would Life Be, when we surrender and start Being Life? ✨ 🕊 🕊 🕊
Life is a poem, a verse ~ A UniVerse of Stars, A UniVerse of Whirls. So tiny, yet so big. So fragile, yet so dense. So instant, yet eternal. So lasting, yet ephemeral. Be Life, and Life will You Be... 
  🌸 Килимче от цветя, а на главата ми ~ венче, за разкош и красота 🌸 Отново сред ПриродатаПървият уикенд на "свобода" (след отмяната на карантината)... Излязохме навън. И най-накрая слязох на земята. Ала главата ми не спираше да захожда пак към Небесата... 😇 Какво да се прави ~ природата ми е такава. А и виждате какви красоти умеят да рисуват дърветата добри!
 Силата на Св. Георги Победоносец в Небето ~ изваяна от Ръката на Твореца Понякога най-страшните наглед неща са най-красиви. Но именно те предизвикват истинска възхита и удивление. Особено когато са създадени от Ръката на Твореца... когато са изваяни от Бог... ✨✨✨ Стоиш така, загледан за известно време в простора, Замрял си ~ сякаш дълговечно ~ в гледката пред теб. Разтваряш мислите си в мастилото на кръгозора. Стопяваш и последната следа от "мен" и "теб". ✨ Загубваш себе си ~ само за да се намериш. Намираш себе си ~ само за да разбереш, Че Всичкото винаги се е съдържало в Началото. Началото ~ което никога не е било без "мен" или без "теб". ✨✨✨ С благодарност и смирение за "страшните" неща в живота ми, които са ме извайвали и смайвали, за да мога наистина да разбера коя съм аз ~ дори и в думите "не съм". P.S. Понякога това, да се предадеш на Волята на Твореца, е единственият възможен избор. Ала точно в моментите, в които нямаш избор, имаш шанса да се свържеш с Истината вътре в Себе си. С твоя Истински Божествен Аз...
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