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Cody Lark's avatar

I understand the collapse you write about. It’s when the mind gets so exhausted by the details of the cosmos that it finally arrives at the truth. Just love. Don’t sweat it, realize that love takes many forms and when you are true to self you are loving.

That’s what allowed you to write that those who torture animals are just fragmented, and the importance of their healing, even though they act in such damaging and counterproductive ways. And the love you give yourself has you walking away from fake smilers.

Been reading about “ruthlessness,” that it’s a wonderful tool that higher vibrational beings use all the time. A sobriety, a certainty of movement, thinking, acting, that lacks self-pity and self-importance, which extends to pity and importance of other-selves. On the surface it makes one look cold or not compassionate, but it is a higher attainment of connection to source that whisks us into movement and action for the greatest net good—our mind in separation doesn’t get it, too many informational inputs. To me, to be ruthless in this way is to love thoughtlessly, unconditionally.

Did a process with two friends about all the divine information that is ready to be retrieved by us. Our meditative conclusion was that if we let it all in right now our brains would literally fry 🤯. So we intended to pull little by little, as much as we can take while living among the dilapidated structures of society. I think the information has to do with pure presence and the removal of the last threads of past/future thinking.

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Hue-Man's avatar

Oh Eden. This is so beautiful.

You said, "So, I say, “absolutely not, and yes, I love you” without saying a word." -- this is profound, and something I am learning how to do.

My question is how do you move beyond the mental stories of the unhealed so they don't drag you into their web of pain?

I have a friend who constantly calls me to attack my peace. I tell him I love him, and I sense he feels pain hearing those words. So he attacks harder.

I breathe through it, and wish him well. But I am so tired of this dance. And my heart loves him, yet my brain wants to replay his venomous words even days later.

I see him as a great teacher. A teacher of restraint. But I want to leave our calls, and his words behind when the phone clicks off.

At least for now, I'm trusting in the new boundaries I've set with him. And I'm not picking up the phone for a while. Not sure what else I should do.

Any advice?

Being sensitive to energy and thoughts is intense at times, as you well know.

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