Silence. Stillness. Space.
It's perhaps that I have been so far gone that I find this experience to be so painfully difficult.
In all honesty, I have tried, maybe too hard, to be still and silent. I must say I have succeeded physically. But mentally, I am still flitting in and out of mind and the very few moments that I manage to control my mind, I am rewarded by the few glimpses of nothingness. Pure stillness. Bliss.
I am about to attempt what science has failed to do; describe feelings.
All I can say is, just today when meditating, I got to be alone with myself. Really alone to be beside myself and simply observe. Me.
It's a very intimate feeling that we owe ourselves, to be acquainted with the self.
To be silent. To be still and connect with your inner space, fully conscious being with the self. Am I making any sense?
Of course not! Feelings are not supposed to make sense. They're supposed to be felt.
So feel it with no thought. No judgement. Feel silence, stillness. Nothingness.
This is the space of endless possibilities. The source of creation. Consciousness.
If you have come as far as this, then maybe you're woke.
Stay woke.
Stay tuned. Literally.
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