What it feels like is being in the old-school Mario game. Super Mario, and I’m happy and on my quest to save the Princess from the evil clutches of Bowser in my beautiful little world of bricks and plumbing pipes. Just doing me, ya know.
And then all of a sudden something happens (I hit the vape), and the world shifts and everything is pixelated, 8-bit even. And there’s something off to the side where there used to not be a side…. And all of a sudden you’re looking out of a TV screen at something you never knew was there, and it’s been there the whole time. You can’t name it, comprehend it, or even fathom it - it’s another awareness. The game player? The viewer? Just Consciousness on a couch? IDK. But you, Bowser, and the Princess are all there, stopped, jaws touching the floor like WTF? You didn’t sign up for this.
And then every wrong deed or thought you’ve ever had pops into your head and you feel this immense weight of judgement like “OMG, it was all seen?! Holy S$@!”
And whatever Presence is there with you, and has been the whole time obviously, swoops in to let you know “IT’S OKAY
” “And it’s always been okay.” “You are loved and you have always been loved.” “And Bowser too, LOVED.” “You are all loved, you are all necessary parts of the whole.” “Bowser is supposed to take the Princess, the Princess is supposed to be Princessing, and you do the rescuing and it’s PERFECT that way. No Bad. All good. ALL LOVED.”
“And don’t worry, this is a lot, so in just a little bit this view is gonna fade away and you get to go back to living your life, doing what you do best, rescuing your Princess!”
Mindblown. Gratitude. Tears.
And then all of a sudden something happens (I hit the vape), and the world shifts and everything is pixelated, 8-bit even. And there’s something off to the side where there used to not be a side…. And all of a sudden you’re looking out of a TV screen at something you never knew was there, and it’s been there the whole time. You can’t name it, comprehend it, or even fathom it - it’s another awareness. The game player? The viewer? Just Consciousness on a couch? IDK. But you, Bowser, and the Princess are all there, stopped, jaws touching the floor like WTF? You didn’t sign up for this.
And then every wrong deed or thought you’ve ever had pops into your head and you feel this immense weight of judgement like “OMG, it was all seen?! Holy S$@!”
And whatever Presence is there with you, and has been the whole time obviously, swoops in to let you know “IT’S OKAY
” “And it’s always been okay.” “You are loved and you have always been loved.” “And Bowser too, LOVED.” “You are all loved, you are all necessary parts of the whole.” “Bowser is supposed to take the Princess, the Princess is supposed to be Princessing, and you do the rescuing and it’s PERFECT that way. No Bad. All good. ALL LOVED.” “And don’t worry, this is a lot, so in just a little bit this view is gonna fade away and you get to go back to living your life, doing what you do best, rescuing your Princess!”
Mindblown. Gratitude. Tears.
