It's Like Spinning Plates........

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You live.   Your swimming in the complete illusion of your narrative.  You think it's you, your full identity, and you know nothing more.  In moments it all seems fine.... Then begins the disassembling of all you have ever known, and the recognition of what you were calling you.   The machine.   You recognize that all you have ever known is this machine you called you.   You see it's parts arising, reacting, urging you to continue in its patterns, to feed it, to keep it alive.    Doors beging to open and revolve as you begin to get glimpses of what is beyond, or better yet what's always been there.  You see the machine more and more clearly each day, that the idea of you falls apart a little bit more, each day you recognize that this machine isn't you a little more clearly, each day the machine fights to keep you in the mentality it's been trained to keep you in.    Now you're watching the machine work.  Your watching the life it's created unfold.  Your watching what these patterns create and the reactions this arises in the world.   The voice speaks the mannerisms its always known, the way you were misidentified, it was only carrying out what it knew to do, this misidentification, because you kept telling it, this is who you are, this is  where you were fine.  But your not.  Now you know, now you realize you are not fine.  Then begin to arise deeper truths.  This energy, this stillness that you've only briefly known, begins to sink in perspective.  First floats around you, then penetrates your being into its depths and takes hold.   You know you are not this machine, just a moving corpse. You know you are not just the dramas, the troubles, the joys.  You are  not the emotions arising.  You know you are not the thoughts.  Spinning realizations.  Spinning vibrations run through your veins, inflate them, swell into your being, and when you feel you are about to explode...you surrender.   You surrender to this new unknown that arises, to every lie, to every truth, illusion, to everything that you've ever known and you give in to this new form of formlessness that arises.   The vibration penetrates you deep, and arises perspectives you have never known, yet always known.  The voice tries to speak, but it is now faint in the distance.  The heart beats this feeling, gets nervous in the anticipation that within its depths knows is finally arising.   Spinning fury of unwinding the illusions begins. Then it snaps, it shakes you free, in an instant, time stops and you know what it is to be completely free. Then you begin to arise again, recognize this world again, and it feels like you are being lifted again, and the world never known like before.  Watching in a new weird oneness all unfold.   All is arising right infront of you, with you.   And you realize, you and everything are one. You are none.    All is energy.  At first it arises with emotions, with the residue ideas of what you thought you were, and you feel like you are still being torn apart.  And you are.  At least what you thought you were. Other times it feels like your stuck in some movie projection or video game you can't get out of,  but then... begins that constant tapping into this depth you've always been.   That's when you feel the spinning plates going in full revolution. When a feeling of liberation becomes so alive. You feel the movement of everything around you, of everything unfolding,everthing arising... and when still enough, everything, even the idea of you, is still enough to just watch.  You just flow. You flow with everything.  Arise with everything.  It's dropping all resistance. Letting all flow, letting all go.  Letting yourself die and be reborn, while knowing you never die, and you never are reborn.   Again. Again. and Again.   Let it flow. 


” While you make pretty speeches
I'm being cut to shreds
You feed me to the lions
A delicate balance

And this just feels like spinning plates
I'm living in cloud cuckoo land
And this just feels like spinning plates
My body is floating down the muddy river”

So remember, It will make pretty little speeches.  You will be cut to shreds.   You will be fed to the lions.   It is all a delicate balance (even when in chaotic collision).  This is a cuckoo land.   But let it spin through.  Let it flow.   Please, no matter what. Remember. Let it flow.