I Am

I am timeless, spaceless, silent, aware stillness. What I perceive of sensations as I peer through the lens of this mind are countless, beautiful mirrors of the reflected loving light I am. I see these reflections with the lens of a psychedelic mind, like a magical pair of sunglasses refracts the light, but I understand and feel their true nature as a beautiful reflection of what I am with my heart. Remembering this, I am not attached to this illusion of the movie of solidity and space and time presented by the psychedelic lens of the mind. I can enjoy the beauty of what I can see through this lens, knowing it what it presents is a trillion million reminders of the eternal changeless, ever rejuvenating loving aliveness I am.

Here, I can compassionately welcome a mind and body. I can also see that they have a belief that the story is the reality. I can see that the weight of this belief lies like a veil across the light of my understanding heart and making it seem that sensorial experience is real when it is just an illusion. I can see the power of my mind, and its belief in separation rests on a blind lack of evidence that what I am is a product of it and that it is not my child. If I lose sight of this glimpse of my true nature, I become blinded by this belief that makes the illusion seem real. Instantly, my beautiful hall of infinite mirrors reflecting loving light turns into the fearful, dull threat of mortal risk. How easy it would be to get lost in the story of that belief of separation. But the liberating truth is that this mind is my child, not me it's. I understand the nature of its mechanism, which, after all, I created. To problem solve and to conceive of the reality I am as a trillion beautiful appearances, and to build up habituated behaviours that necessarily automate the experience of a mind and body living.

Understanding this, I can welcome the mind with the truth that it does not know the nature of what I am, and its belief of separateness is baseless. It has no evidence that its belief to be my parent is true. I have no need to argue with my child, only to meet it on its terms of logic, dissolve its incessant chatter, and let go of this fruitless belief that only causes suffering. Thus quietened, I can see, in so many respects, this belief of separateness is the price I have paid for experiencing the beauty of existence through the lens of a psychedelic mind.  This belief is not my enemy but my forget-me knot, so that should I ever forget my true reality, the suffering that ensues will take me back to it. Everything is beautifully part of this mystical flow. Nothing is wasted, missing or out of place. Everything is perfect. This is the real story, the rest is a dream within a dream. Now, I can enjoy living in the dream, not forgetting I am the dreamer and radiate love, not fear, where I am you, and you are I, too. 

Love

Freyja