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I fell out of alignment and was looking back again. Illusion spoke with pain and said: "The good old days are dead. The spark has surely faded now, and all you have is dread." So I opened the Holy Bible and read - Ecclesiestes 7:10...
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Come back to the refuge; Lets take a trip inside. No shadow can see you here, the perfect place to hide. Come back to the refuge, the largest space of all. Theres room for all your hopes and dreams, so you can bring them all. Come back to the refuge, there's power you can find; Silence is the kingdom, lost somewhere behind your mind. Come back to the refuge, the great ones wait for you; Through white light to fields of green, and skies the bluest blue; Come back to the refuge, I know its been a while, but time's a lie, so please dont sigh - just come back with a smile! Come back to the refuge, do you still know the way? Let go of thinking without any effort, and sit like that today. Come back to the refuge, put down those heavy bags! The present is a gift, it doesnt matter how its wrapped. Come back to the refuge, the journey is alone; But once your near, youl feel me here; Because the refuge is my home... Signed - HIGHER SELF.
Copyright © Unknown Preach | Year Posted 2025
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Focus on the space between breaths.
Repeat this rhythm...
Breathe in for 1-2 seconds,
hold your breath for 1-2 seconds,
breathe out for 1-2 seconds,
hold it out for 1-2 seconds, (repeat)
Focus only on the breathing for the first ten breaths.
As you go with this rhythm, try to move your attention away from the breath itself, and place it into the 1 or 2 second gaps between breaths.
The aim is to have our full attention on (and in) the gaps between breaths - even as we are breathing in and out.
To take it one level higher - is to have your attention in these gaps at all times, during your normal breathing in everyday life, and spot them in other places too.
You can lookout for gaps or spaces between words in writing; or poetry for example... you could hold your attention there, from time to time, to get practice - instead of just focusing on the words.
There are spaces between physical objects and words, either spoken or written. Spaces between your thoughts.
Spaces between breaths...
And spaces in other places ??
Be spacious
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As i listen to the thoughts rise up, I see they're not my own; They're not my kind of company, the lowest type of tone. I'd rather not speak back to them, or follow where they roam; I'll watch them from a'far instead - behind the safety zone.
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Here and Now is Where and When, the Experiencer of these is Who... The How is not important or it would be shown to you... Eternal Consciousness is What, the Why is up to you. Thats all i have right now I guess I'll leave the rest to you...
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An old feeling came back yesterday; It was triggered by a dream. It took him back to how he felt when he was just thirteen.
A claustrophobic darkness, with no air inside the room. Two days almost passed, he knows it wont last - but this feelings a tough one to move.
The first time it came unexpected, a bereavement invited it in. He couldnt explain how it felt to anyone, so decided to keep it all in.
He drowned it with cans of pure butane; Ignorning the words on the back. It said Solvent abuse can kill instantly! - But him - he had no cares for that.
He hushed it with Crime, Risk and Passion; and shiny things, Silver and Gold. He choked it with weed and grew all kinds of seeds, and met people he should not have known.
He lived a life full of extremes, and probably learned more than he should. He said there's a battle between right and wrong, and hes been called onto the side of good.
He said the battle was with demons, and they also sent out a call; it came in the form of a feeling, and was called - 'A Dark Night Of The Soul'.
(It will pass.)
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I searched for pleasure and weakness was also there. I searched for discomfort and found strength.
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I missed the target; So I took another arrow, pulled back the bow with all my strength, and aimed it at the centre. Thoughts of vengance blew it off course; I missed the target; So I took another arrow, pulled back the bow with all my strength, and aimed it at the centre. It would have struck true, if not for weakness. I missed the target; Feeling unworthy but determined, I took another arrow, pulled back the bow with all my strength, and aimed it at the centre. This time I hit the target; By counting the arrows which lie on the ground, and the ones which hit the target, I saw my true level of progress; I saw I was still a novice.
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When we are dreaming here - we are awake there;
When we are awake here, we are dreaming there...
When we vanish here, we appear there;
When we appear here, we vanish there.
The cycle is balanced, the Yin Yang is fair.
It's all a Mirage.. cant grasp it - thin air.
The only thing real is dreamless deep sleep;
Parcel delivered! - It's yours now to keep.
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The ____ sits on and beyond the edge of the limit of the minds ability to perceive time or distance.
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