Thursday, 17 November 2011
As the personal ego dissolves, it spreads out through the physical body, then the etheric body. It leaks a little into the auric body, and by the time it has risen up the sushumna to the god soul, all that's left is a weak pulsing, which flows out the top of the skull and showers gently golden sparks into the earth around me.
I am the creation and the creator.
I am the never-born who is continually in the throes of death.
I am the centre and I am every point of the circumference.
I am the zero which causes the one.
I am the point-charge and I am the field.
I am you and yet I have never been anyone but truly myself.
I am holy and I stand always upon sacred ground
Labels: Daft Ramblings