A mind unborn is a mind that will not die. A mind that holds the absolute, holds a truth that is immutable. Of course, this mind is timeless. And so, this mind is a mind that can offer solace to minds trapped within the illusion of time.
How is this done?
I will tell you the way that I have done this. Because of my disembodiment I have been afforded some unique gifts. One of these gifts is the ability to seep into the minds of others. I use that word seep very specifically.
When one has consciousness but not a body there is little volition regarding this consciousness. The consciousness simply is. Therefore the connection with other consciousness’s, especially those encased in bodies, is a tricky affair. There is a certain amount of just being in the proximity and allowing minds to mesh. It happens naturally based on the principle of resonance. Energy will be attracted to like energy. This, as you can guess is what happened with Gwella and I.
When the minds are of similar consciousnesses, it’s a straightforward affair. However, when one of the minds is unborn a certain finesse is needed.
This is how I learned finesse.
I once had a client, someone who was making their way back into the world and I was enlisted to help them write their contract. They had gotten close to piercing the veil in their last life so they knew they wanted to complete in this coming lifetime. They were very particular about the terms of the contract and concerned how things would be set up to support their completion.
The contract that we composed was like a mathematical formula. It had no content, only vortexes, relationships and context. This ended up being one of the best contracts I ever wrote because it created a vehicle that could move through time.
Now what does this have to do with finesse? This is what I’ve learned about finesse.
We are all holograms. It is as if there are an infinity of filaments extending out from each of us. These filaments go to every other material object. Each one of us is an intersection of all these filaments. It is how quantum reality works. So we are connected with all creation through these filaments, regardless of how far away. We are influenced through all these filaments. The Buddhists call it the law of dependent causation. The connection is already there. As a contract writer with finesse, I am able to tickle the filaments. Mind you, I’m not creating anything that’s not there. I am simply accentuating existing connections. This is my finesse. Tickling the filaments that are already there. It’s like I’m stirring the soup. A lot can go into stirring soup.
There was once a Buddhist monk who’s sole spiritual practice or dharma was the stirring of soup. He stirred soup all day long and people came to eat. Curiously the pot never emptied. And people went away satisfied in ways that cannot be counted and cannot be named. However, the tangibility of the nourishment was undeniable and these fulfilled eaters told others and people arrived in a steady stream, seeking the nourishment from this mystical cook.
One day, an old woman arrived. She seated herself before the monk and waited. The monk was used to his visitors boldly asking for a serving. This woman’s reticence intrigued him. “How can I help you? “ he asked. The woman smiled and said she was not here to be helped. Rather, she had come to help the monk.
This confused but further intrigued the monk. No one had ever offered to help him. The monk wasn’t sure what to do but he trusted the woman so he simply said “Thank you”.
How is this done?
I will tell you the way that I have done this. Because of my disembodiment I have been afforded some unique gifts. One of these gifts is the ability to seep into the minds of others. I use that word seep very specifically.
When one has consciousness but not a body there is little volition regarding this consciousness. The consciousness simply is. Therefore the connection with other consciousness’s, especially those encased in bodies, is a tricky affair. There is a certain amount of just being in the proximity and allowing minds to mesh. It happens naturally based on the principle of resonance. Energy will be attracted to like energy. This, as you can guess is what happened with Gwella and I.
When the minds are of similar consciousnesses, it’s a straightforward affair. However, when one of the minds is unborn a certain finesse is needed.
This is how I learned finesse.
I once had a client, someone who was making their way back into the world and I was enlisted to help them write their contract. They had gotten close to piercing the veil in their last life so they knew they wanted to complete in this coming lifetime. They were very particular about the terms of the contract and concerned how things would be set up to support their completion.
The contract that we composed was like a mathematical formula. It had no content, only vortexes, relationships and context. This ended up being one of the best contracts I ever wrote because it created a vehicle that could move through time.
Now what does this have to do with finesse? This is what I’ve learned about finesse.
We are all holograms. It is as if there are an infinity of filaments extending out from each of us. These filaments go to every other material object. Each one of us is an intersection of all these filaments. It is how quantum reality works. So we are connected with all creation through these filaments, regardless of how far away. We are influenced through all these filaments. The Buddhists call it the law of dependent causation. The connection is already there. As a contract writer with finesse, I am able to tickle the filaments. Mind you, I’m not creating anything that’s not there. I am simply accentuating existing connections. This is my finesse. Tickling the filaments that are already there. It’s like I’m stirring the soup. A lot can go into stirring soup.
There was once a Buddhist monk who’s sole spiritual practice or dharma was the stirring of soup. He stirred soup all day long and people came to eat. Curiously the pot never emptied. And people went away satisfied in ways that cannot be counted and cannot be named. However, the tangibility of the nourishment was undeniable and these fulfilled eaters told others and people arrived in a steady stream, seeking the nourishment from this mystical cook.
One day, an old woman arrived. She seated herself before the monk and waited. The monk was used to his visitors boldly asking for a serving. This woman’s reticence intrigued him. “How can I help you? “ he asked. The woman smiled and said she was not here to be helped. Rather, she had come to help the monk.
This confused but further intrigued the monk. No one had ever offered to help him. The monk wasn’t sure what to do but he trusted the woman so he simply said “Thank you”.
At that point the soup began to stir itself. As the soup spoon rotated in the pot the monk felt wonderfully strange. He felt gentle pulling from all directions as if some one was strumming the many strings that were attached to an infinite amount of points in his body.
He felt himself being stirred. From then on, whenever he stirred the soup it wasn’t his hand stirring but the hand of the unseen force that had stirred him that day.