I am essentially an optimistic, would-be mystic. This dream of life has taught me that the right medicine arrives at the perfect time. Not sooner or later than what is ordained by one's own unique destiny. So pardon my inspired thoughts here in, for my heart's intention is born of a deep humility, one blessed by this universal harmony we call life and living it to the fullest.
Hence, what is spiritually ineffible defies any specificity of concrete description. Surely, the nondual state cannot be subjectively interpreted and reinterpreted via reasoning, deduction or dualistic quantification... but from this side of the looking glass, there is much of great value to share with one another. The infinite field transcends description or limitation to relative phenomena, as such an ineffible state of being hasn't any boundary or the minutest iota of division nor differentiation. Thus, no lofty words nor any conceptual paradigmn fully encapsulates what forevermore evades our most sincere contemplation and our deepest seeking/witnessing.
But there is a very, very fine line between not speaking about... or enthusiastically speaking about, what cannot truly be compressed into any fractured, dichotimous paradigmn. Unity dissolves subjectivity. Still, just prior to and immediately post interphase with the nondual field of existential being and immediately post said interphase, there is much to learn and process into one's own soul quintessence. The inside and the outside are revealed to be the same energy & inertia. The eternal balance. The universal harmony.
That being said, does anyone care to relate their own journeys into the infinitum of the immeasurable, Clear Light of the Void? Please do, good people, brave travelers. Admittedly, beyond one's subjective perceptual paradigmn, a vast mysterium lays in resplendence. Even so, just prior to full interphase and immediately following any immersion into the nondual state, encountered by psychonauts, mystics or near-death experiences... potent impressions are cognizable.
As the subjective witness wholly dissolves within the vortexial fulcrum of the indivisible field, itself transcendent of any subjectification, ultimately nothing can be spoken of. Still, what remembrances that linger are priceless. So, please elucidate, good people. And bless us all throughout this summer season. Namaskar.
Hence, what is spiritually ineffible defies any specificity of concrete description. Surely, the nondual state cannot be subjectively interpreted and reinterpreted via reasoning, deduction or dualistic quantification... but from this side of the looking glass, there is much of great value to share with one another. The infinite field transcends description or limitation to relative phenomena, as such an ineffible state of being hasn't any boundary or the minutest iota of division nor differentiation. Thus, no lofty words nor any conceptual paradigmn fully encapsulates what forevermore evades our most sincere contemplation and our deepest seeking/witnessing.
But there is a very, very fine line between not speaking about... or enthusiastically speaking about, what cannot truly be compressed into any fractured, dichotimous paradigmn. Unity dissolves subjectivity. Still, just prior to and immediately post interphase with the nondual field of existential being and immediately post said interphase, there is much to learn and process into one's own soul quintessence. The inside and the outside are revealed to be the same energy & inertia. The eternal balance. The universal harmony.
That being said, does anyone care to relate their own journeys into the infinitum of the immeasurable, Clear Light of the Void? Please do, good people, brave travelers. Admittedly, beyond one's subjective perceptual paradigmn, a vast mysterium lays in resplendence. Even so, just prior to full interphase and immediately following any immersion into the nondual state, encountered by psychonauts, mystics or near-death experiences... potent impressions are cognizable.
As the subjective witness wholly dissolves within the vortexial fulcrum of the indivisible field, itself transcendent of any subjectification, ultimately nothing can be spoken of. Still, what remembrances that linger are priceless. So, please elucidate, good people. And bless us all throughout this summer season. Namaskar.

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