The way that social interactions are experienced seem to change significantly when one comes from this place of this one non-thing. Let’s reflect on some of the more prominent changes that occur, some of the fruits of oneness, if you will.
I used to think Enlightenment was one single event, like winning a billion dollars where once you “get there,” you’re set for life. For some people there is a single awakening that totally changes everything, sure, but that spark is part of a much deeper and eternal journey. In my experience, ascension is very much a continuous process filled with countless changes. You never get to the end of infinity. 
There’s SO much more to this process than just recognizing we’re all one, that you are God, that separation doesn’t really exist, and so on. That stuff is bang on, but it’s just the foundation. Enlightenment 101, if you will.
About two months ago I was intuitively guided to the bookstore, walked right up to a particular book, plucked it right off the shelf, sat down and began reading. I bought it that evening. Ever since then the book has been sitting on my nightstand next to my bed and I read it whenever I feel inspired to. It’s literally as if this book was written by a wiser and more experienced version of me, narrating my ascension process, and explaining to me what is going on with respect to all these internal shifts. It’s almost like I wrote this book several years in the future and brought it back in time with me to explain to myself what’s going on. 
It fills in soooo many of the gaps for me about what’s going on here beyond simply resting as awareness.
This book is called Oneness, a dialogue received and transcribed by the author, Rasha.
Now as you guys probably know, my awakening is occurring with many glimpses and whatnot. There’s a whole bunch of non-abiding awakenings. For a while my mind said it was b/c I kept doing something wrong.. yet I’m starting to see what a tremendous gift this is.
For example, in an post that forum member Lee started on Transparency, I shared how my sense of transparency was temporary. Lee has shared her abiding experience as well, and I invite you to check out her explanation too.
The cool thing about these repeated non-abiding awakenings is that without a sense of false self, I get to watch it try to be created again and again and see exactly how the “me” gets hooked right back into existence.
It’s literally getting watch creation happen right before my eyes.
It’s like watching a sports play on instant replay again and again and seeing what I missed the first couple of times.
So in my previous post, I mentioned the willingness to cry, and today actually brought me to tears… tears of joy.
I was walking around the mall today feeling incredibly vulnerable. Just open and unprotected, willing to live without the protective walls around my heart, without trying to cover myself up with a fake “ideal” happy face or anything. Just being totally authentic and vulnerable.
As my friend Davidya perfectly describes it, it’s the feeling of the crusts of the heart falling away.
This Love that is revealed, this unconditional love, it’s literally not human. It’s not an emotion. It’s more spirit than anything, totally impersonal. They call it Christ Love, Divine Love… I feel my presence literally more as love and light than as dense physicality, my whole body just glowing and radiating light. (I was always wondering why people kept talking about “love and light.” Now I know… That statement is now finally grounded in experience for me and so it doesn’t sound as “airy fairy” anymore…) 
It’s like you look and you see ONLY Love. The mind may look at people and see man or woman, attractive or unattractive, but none of that is really focused upon or even all that relevant. Instead there’s just this deepening on love from within. This love doesn’t take into account any conditions whatsoever or any ideas about a person. It just loves without condition.
So there’s times when you feel your creative mojo flowin’ and it feels like it’s on like Donkey Kong. It’s those times that I feel most tuned in and connected.
Then there’s times when it feels like there’s a storm brewing within. The ego’s flailing and there’s clouds covering my light. It is in times like these that I simply pull back in and sit still, knowing that any fear-based actions I take will likely create some negative results that I’ll have to undo later. So I simply be still, let go of all resistance, and just allow everything to be as it is.
Looking at the frequency of my posts lately, you can probably guess which state I’m currently experiencing.
Does the sky need to run for cover, when it rains?
-Gangaji
(My experience of this I’ve been posting a bit about in the forums.)
There is literally nowhere to run. It is all here. There is only Here.
No matter where you go, there you are.
-Yogi Berra
These turbulent times have repeatedly shown themselves to be precursors to some of my greatest awakenings. At this point, there’s nothing to do but simply sit still and allow everything to be, allowing everything to happen in its own perfect time.
There’s a willingness to die, a willingness to cry, and a willingness to be obliterated.
Om Namaha Shivaya
photo credit: Desirée Delgado
♪♫ “Life is but a dream…” ♪♫
You know what? That’s not a metaphor or just some random lyrics in a song… When we talk about physical reality being the “dream state,” that’s actually a quite literal explanation.
Life is becoming such a joy now that my state of being is no longer tied to the circumstances of life and thus at the affect of it. It’s like unconditional joy. It literally does not depend on what happens in the world!
The lines between what we call “real life” and what we call “dreaming” at night have begun to blur for me. There doesn’t seem to be much difference anymore and it’s quite a fascinating and enjoyable experience. 
Real life is literally starting to glow with this colorless radiance. It feels much more malleable, as if it’s more like playdough than actually solid substance. Even walking through the aisles at the grocery store, I don’t so much see cream cheese and milk (though I do mentally perceive that too when necessary), but I feel like I’m directly interacting with liquid love. That’s how I’d describe it. (Looking at this experience right now, it feels more like I’m feeling it with my heart than seeing it with my eyes. I guess our hearts can see!)
This is sooooo not what I thought it would be or what I was expecting it to be, this whole awakening thing.
It feels like I’m being wiped out, deleted, cleansed away, the little “me” anyways. I’m not completely done by any stretch of the imagination, but rather right in the midst of the process.
My ability to write is transforming massively and I’m letting go of my identity as a writer… almost as a natural byproduct of what’s happening. The personal self is not deliberately surrendering it away. It is almost being dissolved by a power greater than itself.
I’ve read lots of books on spirituality and accumulated an abundance of intellectual knowledge. I can tell you all about wonderful spiritual theory and sound really smart and well-versed, like a student who’s studied intensely for a test.
But now, all of that accumulated “stuff” is being lovingly cast aside as the emptiness is being progressively revealed and rested in. It feels like the source of my writings is changing. Rather than my writings being primarily collected understandings and interpretations of spirituality, there no longer really is a writer that I could point to… not really.
The writer is the Self itself, writing about itSelf to itSelf for no other reason to be conscious of itSelf and to help awaken more of itSelf to itSelf.
The direct experience of the Self so unbelievably overshadows any intellectual understandings that the latter simply pales in comparison.
It’s like no longer desperately clinging to the light of a tiny candle when you realize you ARE the sun.
